"I may try my best to treat this plague, but I can’t guarantee that I will cure it well," Gong Juechen added another sentence.
Xiao Changyi also understood that no one had been able to cure the plague before, no matter what the plague was, but he still spoke up, "Do your best."
Gong Juechen smiled, "Of course, I will do my best. I want to stay alive and go back to see my sister and my great-nephew."
He glanced at Su Chengyu again before Gong Juechen continued, "Just looking at the Crown Prince isn’t enough for me to fully understand this plague. I need to see other infected people too."
Thereupon, Gong Juechen looked at General Lu, "General, please arrange for someone to take me to the Medicinal Diet Hall."
"Okay!" General Lu immediately had a soldier lead Gong Juechen to the Medicinal Diet Hall.
As soon as Gong Juechen left, An Jing entered.
Unlike Xiao Changyi who was reticent, An Jing assured Su Chengyu warmly for a while before she and Xiao Changyi together left Su Chengyu’s room.
Once they stepped out of Su Chengyu’s room, Xiao Changyi instructed General Lu, "From now on, report directly to me if anything happens; do not trouble the Crown Prince anymore."
General Lu immediately saluted, "Yes, This General obeys!"
"I have also brought in a lot of antiepidemic materials like realgar to the city. Take them and distribute some to those who aren’t infected. It will do some good."
"This General takes his leave."
When General Lu had left, An Jing sighed, "I hope this realgar and the like could be somewhat effective, so that no more people will be affected by the plague."
After a pause, An Jing continued, "My Lord, let’s also visit the Medicinal Diet Hall."
Xiao Changyi nodded in agreement, "Hmm."
The Medicinal Diet Hall was originally very large, but it seemed cramped now as it housed nearly a thousand people infected with the plague.
Among these people, a significant number presented the same symptoms as Su Chengyu: high fever, bodies burning red-hot, covered with many pus-filled blisters that seemed about to burst at any moment.
Those with milder symptoms were much better off, having high fevers but without the pus-filled blisters, at most exhibiting some skin rashes.
The common symptom among these people was a high fever.
When An Jing and Xiao Changyi arrived at the Medicinal Diet Hall, they were slightly stunned by the miserable scene inside, while at this moment, Gong Juechen was examining the symptoms of those infected.
The more he examined, the graver Gong Juechen’s expression became.
He really was at a loss.
But there was nothing else to do, it was a case of trying to heal a dead horse as though it was alive – if he did nothing, these people were certainly doomed, but if he tried to treat them, perhaps there would be a slim chance of survival.
Once he understood the range of symptoms the plague could cause, Gong Juechen no longer inspected further, but walked up to An Jing and Xiao Changyi and asked, "You aren’t afraid that my treatment might kill them, are you?"
An Jing knew that Gong Juechen was trying to brave a few methods to see if he could cure the plague, but she still felt incredibly heavy, "Not treating them means they only have death ahead, treating them might give them a sliver of a chance."
"That’s what I thought too." After a pause, Gong Juechen, grinning cheekily, replied, "Then I’m going all out."
An Jing glared at him, "I’ve warned you not to speak recklessly without a filter last time. You did tone it down a lot afterward. Why are you acting up again today? Be careful that they hear you taking their lives lightly, and they all come to beat you up; they might even end up killing you."
An Jing truly didn’t understand, clearly, Gong Juechen was doing a good deed, was saving lives, but once phrased by Gong Juechen, it didn’t feel like a good deed at all.