Chapter 566: Qing Dynasty Transmigration Spirit Spring System (17)

After leaving the mansion, the carriage followed the lane that had been cleared in an emergency, heading straight for the outer city gate.

This snowfall did not arrive suddenly, but last night's snow was particularly heavy and fell for the entire night, causing the thatched cottages of many poor commoners outside the city to collapse; besides casualties, there were a large number of disaster victims who were temporarily homeless and suffering from frostbite due to the wind and snow.

"Once we arrive outside the city, have Su Peisheng take you to the medical tent temporarily set up by the Taiyi Shu. There are men from the Infantry Battalion there to maintain order, and your father will also assign two guards to protect you. Do not leave the medical tent under any circumstances; it is chaotic outside, and there may be troublemakers."

On the way, Si Ye gave her a solemn warning.

Xie Yang agreed to each point.

After a moment of thought, she opened her medical kit and took out several small porcelain bottles: "Father, these are pills I prepared in my spare time recently. The ones with black stoppers are special medicine for colds, the ones with jade-colored stoppers are frostbite healing pills, and the ones with brown stoppers are for promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, and relieving pain... Please keep the external golden sore medicine in the small cloth bag safe."

Si Ye nodded and took them all, tucking them into his sleeve pocket.

He had taken the lung-moistening and cough-relieving pills his daughter had dutifully offered him during the change of seasons, and had also taken the hair-darkening and hair-growth pills for a period of time along with his Fujin; how could he not know how effective they were?

Unless the situation was urgent, he was reluctant to give these pills to outsiders.

Xie Yang did not know what her cheap father was thinking; as soon as she exited the city gate, she saw Ba Ye and his wife.

"Father, Eighth Uncle and Eighth Aunt are serving porridge."

Upon hearing this, Si Ye raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched.

However, he said nothing.

Xie Yang, meanwhile, was curious about when the couple had learned of the snow disaster.

Even she, with her "cheat," only found out at five in the morning, and she had rushed over as soon as she knew.

Yet the couple had already boiled the porridge and were serving it to the refugees themselves. They were truly fast!

Not far away, Bafujin, who was serving porridge, saw the father and daughter, her eyes flickered, and she looked away with a guilty conscience.

Before transmigrating, she had just finished a Qing palace drama about serving porridge during a snow disaster, only the protagonist of that drama was Yong Qinwang, who received much praise from Kangxi afterward.

Now that she had become Bafujin, how could she watch such a good deed be snatched away by an outsider?

Therefore, as soon as the heavy snow began to fall, she had secretly started making preparations.

First, she sent people to watch the villages with many thatched cottages outside the city. Once a disaster occurred where houses were crushed by the heavy snow, she would split her people into two groups: one group would ride fast to return to the city and report to her, and the other would organize the homeless victims to gather at the city gate.

After receiving the news, she immediately notified Ba Ye to bring the Rice that had been soaking in warm water since the first day of the heavy snow to the city gate to light fires and boil it.

Sure enough, by the time the victims arrived at the city gate one after another, the soaked Rice was already cooked, and she and Ba Ye comforted the people and began the porridge-serving ceremony.

Everything was proceeding smoothly according to her planned scheme.

Thinking that after this snow disaster, Ba Ye would receive much praise from Kangxi, Bafujin felt incredibly happy.

It was just that serving porridge at the city gate was damn cold!

In the past, when filming, they never acted for real in the freezing, biting cold of the twelfth lunar month; most scenes were built on indoor sets, and the few outdoor scenes used snow machines to create artificial snow, so it wasn't cold at all—sometimes she even felt hot acting in winter scenes during spring, summer, or autumn.

Unlike now, her legs didn't even feel like her own anymore; they were frozen numb.

Wrapped in a fur cloak, she still felt waves of chill.

If not for the thought that holding out for half a day could earn her Kangxi's praise, which kept her heart burning, she wouldn't have been able to last a single second.

Over there, Xie Yang got off the carriage and followed Su Peisheng to the medical tent to first rendezvous with Imperial Physician Chang.

"Master! Your disciple has arrived! Please assign me whatever needs to be done."

Seeing his little disciple, Imperial Physician Chang's expression was indescribably complex.

Upon receiving the imperial decree to keep enough physicians on duty and send the rest out of the city to provide medical treatment to the victims, he had considered whether or not to notify his little disciple.

But she was, firstly, a young girl, and secondly, the daughter of the Beile Mansion; even if he had notified her, it was unlikely she would come in such harsh weather, so he simply chose to overlook it.

He hadn't expected that without him sending anyone to notify her, she would come on her own initiative.

Imperial Physician Chang was deeply moved.

A healer has a benevolent heart.

This was a phrase he indeed often said to his disciple.

But throughout history, how many people could truly cast everything aside and achieve it?

"Master, I see the medicinal decoctions are still boiling. I brought ready-made pills for colds and frostbite. Why not distribute the pills to patients who are seriously injured or have a fever, and have the non-urgent patients wait in line for the decoctions?"

Imperial Physician Chang was pulled back to reality by his disciple's words and nodded: "Good, do as you say."

However, his disciple was still young, and even if her medical skills were enough to handle things alone, he couldn't just leave her to receive emergency patients by herself. Imperial Physician Chang called over a few more young imperial physicians, and he himself sat there to oversee.

If his disciple encountered a condition she was unsure about, she could quickly find him to handle it.

Xie Yang also put Shaoyao, Haitang, and the guards assigned to her by Si Ye to work—Shaoyao was responsible for distributing medicine, Haitang helped out, and the two guards doubled as handymen.

The medical tent where she was located became a temporary emergency room. She first had the guards light a stove, poured the thick, hot ginger tea from the sheepskin water bottles she brought into a pot, added clean snow water, and boiled a pot of ginger tea.

Although the flavor wasn't as rich, it had Spirit Spring added to it, and drinking a bowl could make people feel much more comfortable.

The three sheepskin water bottles she brought could boil three large pots.

After the first pot boiled, she first sent a bowl to the staff of the Taiyi Shu who were so busy they were running off their feet, to help everyone warm up. After the returned bowls were scalded with boiling water, she sent a bowl to the soldiers of the Infantry Battalion maintaining order.

By the time the second pot boiled, Xie Yang was already methodically providing free medical consultations to several victims behind the table.

"Grandpa, you have caught a cold and have a slight fever. This is a special medicine for colds; take it with warm water and your fever will go down quickly."

Soon, another fever patient arrived. Xie Yang wrote a prescription, dispensed medicine, and pointed to the tea barrel:

"There is ginger tea over there; drink some to drive away the cold."

"We drank it, we drank it! As soon as we arrived, someone gave us each a bowl of ginger tea."

The person accompanying the old man was his wife, who smacked her lips, clearly still savoring the ginger tea she had just finished, and said happily:

"It was sweet; they must have put sugar in it, right? I wonder which mansion's noble sent a doctor to provide treatment for us poor commoners! When we get back, I'll have my eldest son carve a wooden statue to worship!"

"..."

Xie Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and she hurriedly said: "It isn't from any mansion; it is because His Majesty heard that the wind and snow raged last night, crushing many houses, and worried about the severity of the disaster, so he sent his sons out of the city early this morning to help. See that? Those serving porridge over there, and those overseeing and arranging for people to build temporary shelters, are all princes of our Great Qing."