"Yes...!"
Without daring to delay, Zhao Yong responded and immediately ordered people to summon physicians from all over the city.
Feng Yinwan's brow twitched slightly. Just as she was about to put on her veil and enter the side room, she was stopped by Yuping.
"Miss, you're still going in?"
She had never seen such a situation before and had been somewhat terrified. Now, seeing Feng Yinwan about to enter again, she quickly pulled her back.
Remembering that she had just promised last night not to venture into danger again, Feng Yinwan's expression froze, and she was momentarily speechless.
"Miss, it's so dangerous in there, you..."
She really didn't want to let her mistress go in, but recalling the determined look on Feng Yinwan's face when she gave her orders earlier, she pursed her lips and her tone shifted to one of admonition.
"Miss wants to heal and save people, but she also needs to protect herself. A healer cannot heal herself. Yuping doesn't understand much else, only that she hopes Miss will not get into trouble."
As she spoke, she stepped aside, clearing the way. Surprise flashed in Feng Yinwan's beautiful eyes, and she nodded gravely.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. You wait for me outside, I'll be out soon."
With that, she plunged into the room. Yuping dared not enter and cause trouble, so she could only guard outside.
These patients were suffering from incessant diarrhea and vomiting. Ordinary herbal decoctions were difficult to enter the body and take effect. Feng Yinwan examined them one by one, her beautiful eyes darkening slightly. After a moment, she wrote out a prescription for an anti-emetic.
"First, decoct this prescription and have them take it. Once the diarrhea and vomiting stop, then administer the previous decoction."
"Yes!"
The yamen runner took the prescription and immediately went out to gather the herbs. Feng Yinwan's gaze swept over the patients, and then she strode out of the side room.
Outside, the sun was bright, and the trees were lush and leafy, a completely different scene from within.
Seeing her emerge, Yuping immediately stepped forward. "Miss, how are you feeling? Are you unwell?"
After being scrutinized closely and examined, it wasn't over. Seeing Yuping reaching out to lift her veil, Feng Yinwan quickly stopped her.
"Alright, alright, I'm fine, perfectly fine!"
Since she still had to visit other prisoners in the detention center, she had not removed her veil. Just as she was about to give Yuping further instructions, she heard a commotion not far away.
Looking in that direction, she saw several yamen runners leading a group of physicians towards them. Feng Yinwan stepped forward, and their hushed conversations drifted into her ears.
"Malaria again? This dreadful disease spreads so quickly. In just one night, it's reached the city!"
"Exactly. Last night, no less than fifty or sixty people were carried out of the military camp. What happened so suddenly?"
Having stayed up all night in the military camp, their dark circles were still quite pronounced. As they sighed, a slender figure suddenly approached them.
"What did you just say? What happened in the military camp?"
Feng Yinwan's heart instantly tightened.
She remembered what she had forgotten. When Ye Tinglan left yesterday, he had said he would accompany her after handling military affairs, but he had not returned all night.
And the place he had gone to was precisely the military camp on the outskirts of the capital!
The two men were taken aback by her sudden approach and her question. Before they could respond, a yamen runner quickly stepped forward.
"Wangfei, what did you just say?"
"Wang... Wangfei?!"
Upon hearing this, the two men trembled and immediately kowtowed awkwardly. However, Feng Yinwan had no time for such formalities and continued to press them.
"Explain clearly, what exactly happened in the military camp last night?"
The two dared not conceal anything and immediately spoke.
"Reporting to Wangfei, last night, malaria suddenly broke out in the military camp, infecting no less than dozens of people. We were called to examine..."
The man's mouth was still moving, but a deafening roar sounded in Feng Yinwan's mind, and she couldn't hear the rest of his words.
Her body uncontrollably turned cold. She gripped the cuff of her sleeve, her knuckles turning faintly white.
"The military camp... how is it now?"
The five people appearing in the Jingzhao Prefecture prison had already been extremely troublesome. Dozens of people, she could only imagine how severe it was.
Ye Tinglan...
"The infected individuals were all sent to the isolation ward south of the city last night. There are physicians with the army at the military camp, so it's likely under control."
Sent to the isolation ward last night?
Feng Yinwan's heart trembled again. Her fingertips trembled slightly before she spoke again.
"Among the infected, was there... Prince Mo?"
"Prince Mo?"
The two men exchanged glances, clearly not very familiar with Ye Tinglan.
Feng Yinwan pursed her lips and added, "That is, the God of War... Ye Tinglan."
The title "God of War" clearly carried more weight than "Prince Mo." The two men seemed to understand immediately and nodded repeatedly.
"Oh, oh, oh, you mean Prince Mo! Last night, the military camp was in chaos. Several other physicians went with me, so I don't know if Prince Mo was among the patients."
He paused, then hesitantly spoke again.
"However..."
A glimmer of hope reignited in Feng Yinwan's eyes. "However, what?"
The man looked at her and spoke uncertainly.
"Among the patients last night, there was indeed a noble person dressed in plain black, with an extraordinary demeanor. I presume... he must have been a general."
Feng Yinwan only heard the words "plain black."
In the military camp, those wearing plain clothes were already a tiny minority, and yet, Ye Tinglan happened to be wearing a dark robe.
Her heart plummeted like a stone. Feng Yinwan's expression changed, and she immediately turned to leave.
Zhao Yong had just come out of the main hall. Seeing her turn and walk away without looking back, he exclaimed in alarm.
"Hey... Wangfei, where are you going?!"
The prisoners and patients in the prison had not yet been dealt with!
He hurried to catch up, but Feng Yinwan only threw back a sentence, "Have the physicians examine the prisoners," and got into the carriage without looking back.
Zhao Yong was bewildered. Before he could speak again, he was bumped into by Yuping, who had followed her out.
"Lord Zhao, excuse me."
She then quickly got into the carriage, not giving Zhao Yong a chance to speak. The next moment, the carriage shot out like an arrow from a bow.
Inside the carriage, Feng Yinwan closed her eyes slightly, her fingers gripping her sleeve tightening uncontrollably.
The carriage sped out of the city. The so-called isolation ward was just a few tents temporarily erected with white cloth.
Feng Yinwan stood up and jumped off the carriage. Her eyes fell upon several men who looked like soldiers lying on stretchers. Their condition was identical to the few patients she had seen in Jingzhao Prefecture, and even more severe.
The number of people sent from the military camp was far more than thirty. The tents in the isolation ward were overcrowded, and some patients had to be placed outside.
The surrounding situation was chaotic. This place was undoubtedly a hundred times more dangerous than the side room in Jingzhao Prefecture!
Without stopping, Feng Yinwan immediately strode inside.
Faces blurred past her, all different, yet none of them were Ye Tinglan.
The faint hope still burning within her was shouting, when suddenly a glimpse of dark robes caught her eye. Feng Yinwan's breathing hitched sharply, and her body froze.
Is... it him?