Xie Zhaoan murmured a few words and asked, "Do you need someone to give you acupuncture?"
Everything that just happened seemed like a dream. He lost his mind for Shen Xining and jumped into the ice bucket. He thought that he had recovered from his illness after not having an attack for such a long time. However, he fell into a coma as soon as he entered the ice bucket. With Shen Xining there, he woke up so quickly this time.
Xie Zhaoan closed the door, went to bed and lay down. Too many things had happened and he needed to think carefully.
The magistrate was so anxious that his mouth was burning with anxiety. He found a prescription at the door with a line of words on it.
"This is the antidote for the plague. There is only one dose. You can choose who to give it to."
The magistrate looked at the antidote and his fingers became nervous. He called the doctor and asked him to start preparing the formula for the antidote.
At this time, Shen Xining was lying on the bed, her body temperature rose again. Now, her condition has worsened a lot, and she has begun to fall into a semi-comatose state.
Most people who were infected with the plague were in this condition. First, their body temperature continued to rise, and then they fell into a coma. At the latest, they would be dead by tomorrow. Most people died after 4-5 days. Shen Xining's condition was already good. Today was her fifth day.
When Chun Xing saw Shen Xining unconscious, he almost fainted as well. When the county magistrate learned the news, he became extremely anxious and rushed to the doctor's room several times.
"Can you make it? There are so many lives here. If you can't make the formula, everyone will die! We will become an empty city!"
"Sir, I really can't do anything about this! The ingredients of this medicine are complicated, and the person who uses it must be someone who knows medicine very well. Please forgive me for my incompetence."
Having said that, the doctor carried the medicine box and left the county government office.
The county magistrate felt exhausted all over and sat on the ground with despair on his face. The bailiff next to him was one of the few people in the county who had not been infected with the disease. He wanted to help the county magistrate up, but the magistrate waved his hand.
"Send this pill to Lord Shen."
"Sir, there is only one pill."
After the yamen runner finished speaking, he shut up. He knew better than anyone that it was because there was only this one pill that Shen Xining had to take. Who among the patients in prison was qualified to take this pill first? Shen Xining was different. She was sent down from above and was in charge of the financial fate of the county. It was reasonable for her to take the pill.
"Sir, what should we do with those people?"
The magistrate waved his hand, signaling the bailiff to deliver it first, and he would think about what to do with the rest later.
But what else could the magistrate think of? He slumped on the ground, the doors and windows of the house were all closed, the room was dark, he sat on the ground, his eyes were dim, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, his fingers could not touch the light, as if he was born like this.
But how could someone who has seen the light of this world be so willing to fall into darkness
After Shen Xining drank the medicine, her fever subsided late at night and her overall condition gradually improved. Chun Xing came in to serve her and was so shocked to see that she woke up that she burst into tears.
"Miss, you finally woke up. If you don't wake up, I don't know what to do."
"Silly girl, stop crying. How did I wake up?"
"The county magistrate sent a pill this afternoon, saying it was an antidote to the plague. I helped the young lady take it and she felt much better. Then your fever started to subside, and now you've woken up in the evening."
If this is the case, it means that the magistrate has found the antidote and the people can be saved.
"Help me change my clothes. I'll go see what's going on over there."
"Miss, you just woke up. Wouldn't it be better for you to rest for a while?"
Shen Xining shook her head. She had slept for several days and didn't need to rest anymore. She was now anxious to know what had happened to the people and whether the county town had returned to its previous state.
Haruyuki wiped his tears and cried even harder.
"Miss, it would be great if all the officials in the world were like you, loving the people like their own children."
Shen Xining touched her head and smiled.
When the magistrate heard that Shen Xining was coming, he ordered people to light the lights in the house, which had not been lit for a long time. Then he prepared a table of delicious dishes and paired them with the county's peach blossom wine. The lights were not too bright, just enough to illuminate the table full of dishes, but not the magistrate's face.
Seeing this, Shen Xining politely declined.
"Mr. Magistrate, why don't you go and see the people first? When this matter is all over, we can drink and reminisce about the past. How about that?"
For the first time, the magistrate sat still. Although he was smiling, his expression was unclear, and his voice revealed a sense of vicissitudes.
"Master Shen, please sit down and have a drink. I am not feeling well today, so I am sorry that I cannot get up. I will give you my greetings."
Shen Xining frowned. Although she felt puzzled, the magistrate had already filled her glass with wine, making it impossible for her to refuse.
The wine has a mellow taste with a hint of peach blossom fragrance. The strong liquor goes down the throat and is refreshing.
She had just finished one glass of wine when another was filled.
"Sir Shen, I always feel that the rules and regulations of this world are unreasonable. If I had not violated these rules and regulations today, I'm afraid the two of us would not be able to sit together and drink. But shouldn't wine have no class distinction?"
Shen Xining pursed his lips, feeling that he had something else in mind. But after drinking a whole pot of wine, the county magistrate still didn't say why, and he never touched the meat, which had almost never appeared on the table.
Until the end, Shen Xining never got the chance to meet the people imprisoned.
The moon was half hanging in the sky. Shen Xining tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly, he heard the shouting of the yamen runners outside.
"Oh no! There's a fire! There's a fire!"
Shen Xining suddenly jumped up from the bed, rushed out and grabbed someone.
"Where is the water leaking?"
For some reason, the bad premonition in her heart was being magnified infinitely.
"It's the prison. There's a fire in the prison."
Oh no! The people inside, those who were infected with the plague, were all locked up inside!
Shen Xining wanted to rush over there, but her waist was suddenly grabbed by someone. The man used his legs to pull her onto the beam. Shen Xining screamed, and when she came to her senses, she saw that the person was Xie Zhaoan. She didn't know why he did that.
"Xie Zhaoan, are you crazy? I want to go down."
Xie Zhaoan's expression was different from usual, and he looked sick, but Shen Xining was so anxious that he didn't notice him.