Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 510 - 511

Chapter 510: Chapter 511

The city’s medical halls were crowded with people by dawn.

Shen Wenchen had previously instructed those people bitten by rats to stay in the medical hall, but many stubbornly refused and chose to cleanse their wounds with alcohol and medicine at home. Unfortunately, they developed a high fever that night.

Shen Wenchen had informed the staff at Jihe Hall beforehand and only returned to the city lord’s residence when the moon completely set.

As expected, before the sun could rise, Jihe Hall was already filled beyond capacity.

Wang Jingzhi arrived at the medical hall early in the morning, and after a full hour, managed to settle down all the patients.

Jihe Hall was not large to begin with; now with people packed in rows, even his previously inhabited small hut had been given over.

It had not been turned over for the patients to sleep, but raInteger for the brothers of Jihe Hall to rest.

They were staying in a large dormitory that could accommodate more people, which was why they had been squeezed into the small hut.

"Jingzhi, this disease caused by a rat bite is truly peculiar."

Old Qian took someone’s pulse with one hand and stroked his beard thoughtfully with the other.

This was his habit when he became interested.

In these few years, besides the peculiar pulse of the girl who had lost consciousness a long time ago, this was the second most unusual case he had seen.

It was as if something strange was roaming within their meridians.

"Indeed, the villagers outside the city who were bitten had similar symptoms. They fell into a coma and developed a continuous high fever; some of them even developed convulsions."

"However, there was a skilled individual outside the town whose medicine is quite unique. He claimed that he had cured those people by using poison to combat poison."

"Even though the patients regained consciousness after the treatment, they would still require half a month of acupuncture therapy to fully recover."

"Is there really such a person? Why didn’t you invite him over?"

Old Qian had a fondness for talent and enjoyed chatting with people.

When he was young, he liked to treat patients with complex diseases. If he met other physicians, he wouldn’t mind talking to them for seven days and seven nights.

"The situation in the village is not yet resolved. If I find an opportunity in the future, I will definitely invite him to meet master."

Wang Jingzhi respectfully replied.

"That’s how it should be."

Old Qian nodded, a smile returning to his face.

"Although, master, General Shen had been scratched by a white rat before. He fell into a coma for ten days after returning, and even after extracting a poisonous insect from his body, he did not wake up."

Wang Jingzhi recalled in detail the pulse of Shen Wenchen before.

"I checked his pulse, and it is no different from a regular person’s. In fact, it is even healthier. Why is that?"

After hearing this, Old Qian also furrowed his brows.

He had never heard of such symptoms before.

"How did he end up waking up?"

Wang Jingzhi was momentarily taken aback. Remembering Yuanbao and Zhiyu’s words, he couldn’t help but purse his lips.

"He was jolted awake by two children... "

"Awoken by two children?"

Old Qian looked at his disciple, and seeing that he did not appear to be lying, believed his words.

"Logically speaking, even if a poisonous insect entered his body, there should not have been any reaction."

"General Shen’s constitution is unique, and he has been our herbalist for two years. He has long become immune to poisons."

"Is that so..."

Wang Jingzhi’s face twitched.

He wondered why his two masters agreed so easily back then.

So it turns out they used Brother Shen as an herbalist.

"It’s good that you at least have some experience now."

After Old Qian finished speaking, as if remembering something, he continued: "Oh, and later on, try to capture a few rats. I want to see what’s really going on."

Where there are poisonous plants, there is often an antidote.

This was a law of nature.

"Yes, master."

Wang Jingzhi nodded, then excused himself and retreated from the room.

Inside the city lord’s residence, Nanzhi looked at the exhausted Shen Wenchen. She quietly wrung out a handkerchief and replaced the sweat-soaked one on his face.

Perhaps because he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time, Shen Wenchen fell into a deep sleep that lasted until the afternoon.

The sun was splendid today, casting a warm glow on everyone under it; it was very comfortable.

Because she was worried about the twelfth prince, Miaomiao didn’t sleep well the previous night. Every time she thought of his haggard and withering face, she couldn’t hold back her tears.

Why did it happen?

Kyoto’s prosperity was gone, and when she looked out, all she saw were the closed doors of shops and bodies in the streets.

The court officials were deceased and their minions no longer wished to hide.

The twelfth prince and many other officials were imprisoned in the palace.

The people in the city lacked food and medicine, and had started to ration their clothes and food, subsisting on plain water and leftover grains in their homes.

The beggars that wandered the streets were the first to die.

With trees dying and the land emitting a stench, even bark couldn’t be found for food.

Rats ravaged the city, and desperate people started to catch rats for food.

Surprisingly, the taste of a roasted rat was unexpectedly delicious.

However, many beggars in dilapidated temples and houses died from swollen stomachs.

A hundred years ago, people died from eating clay figurines, and today people died from eating rats.

In contrast to the desolate scene outside the palace, each of the palace’s four courtyards had been occupied by someone.

Everyone was just waiting for the right moment to seize power.

The twelfth prince stood by the window, seemingly lost in thought.

Ye Jun, who was about the same age as him, staggered over to his side.

"What are you thinking about?"

Being a scholar, Ye Jun was not particularly strong. He’d been confined here for half a month and was starting to falter.

With only one steamed bun and a bowl of cold water each day, his already thin figure was on the verge of becoming skeletal.

"Nothing much."

The twelfth prince shook his head. Seeing Ye Jun’s weak state, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted.

"How did you end up like this?"

The two grew up together, and though he had joined the army at a young age, he still remembered Ye Jun.

Although they hadn’t seen each other in over ten years, they recognized each other at first glance.

Ye Jun was always shorter than the twelfth prince, often crying and whining when they were kids. The prince didn’t particularly like this ’little brother’ of his.

Yet, Ye Jun always followed him around.

It’s odd.

After working together for half a year, the two became good friends.

"I’ve always been physically weaker than you. The food and drink here are terrible, and of course, I will lose weight."

Ye Jun sniffed, looking at his skinny wrists, he couldn’t help but feel wronged.

"Keep your distance from me. I don’t want you dying by my side."

"What are you saying!"

Ye Jun pretended to be angry, but looking at the people collapsed on the ground, he managed only a bitter smile.

They were well aware that every transition of power resulted in casualties.

Whether they could walk out of this alive, who knew?

"I just don’t know who will eventually seize power."

Ye Jun shook his head, only to feel a bout of dizziness. It almost felt like his head was being shaken apart.

"Who knows."

The eyes of the twelfth prince were faint, but he was looking at a figure in the crowd that he hadn’t seen before. He couldn’t help but harbor some expectations.

If it were that person, why couldn’t it be possible?