“Will this prescription really solve the Imperial Court’s urgent crisis?”
To be honest, when Shen Yu wrote out the prescription, Xiao Yue did not believe it could save anyone.
After all, the prescription was too short, containing only a few medicinal herbs.
They were to be ground into powder, made into small pills according to a strict weight, and taken with warm water.
That was all.
Shen Yu even demonstrated the medicine preparation method on the spot for everyone, following the prescription’s contents.
While grabbing the herbs and grinding them, Shen Yu seemed quite casual.
Only in the final preparation step, especially the weight control of the pills, did she become extremely strict and meticulous.
One could say if it was even a little too much or too little, she would start over.
“This little pill can cure the Hundred-Year Sore?”
Xiao Yue pinched the delicate little pill between her fingers, holding it up to the sunlight and examining it carefully.
She couldn’t see anything special about it.
However, she had taken a pill made by Shen Yu before.
Back on the street when her lung disease flared up, making it unbearably difficult to breathe, it was one of Shen Yu’s little pills that gave her a chance to catch her breath.
And then there was that pipe-like thing afterward.
Xiao Yue was surprised to find that since that time, her lung condition had stabilized considerably.
By taking the medicine prescribed by the Imperial Academy of Medicine on time, avoiding contact with flowers and plants in the palace as much as possible as Shen Yu had advised, wearing a veil when going out, maintaining a light diet, and keeping a regular schedule, her illness could now be stably controlled.
At least that life-threatening feeling wouldn’t return.
Therefore, regarding this little pill Shen Yu had just made, she felt a bit more trust.
“I’ll send someone to make these right now. Once they’re ready, we’ll distribute them to the refugees.”
“No!”
Shen Yu’s exclamation made Xiao Yue freeze in place.
“I’m not a deity; I can’t produce some miracle cure that works instantly. These pills are only one part of aiding those refugees. To completely solve the rampant spread of the Great Plague of the Hundred-Year Sore, it requires many steps and many people to coordinate and work hard.”
As she spoke, Shen Yu began writing again—about the preparation and inoculation methods for the vaccine, as well as how to handle patients during the incubation period, onset period, and for severe and mild cases, along with isolation measures.
“The purpose of this pill is to reduce fever and relieve pain, but you also can’t take too many at once. For patients with mild symptoms, this pill can help alleviate their symptoms as much as possible and save their lives! As for more severe symptoms…”
Shen Yu explained bit by bit, and Xiao Yue listened silently, committing it to memory.
The more she listened, the more astonished Xiao Yue felt.
She hadn’t realized Shen Yu’s research into the Hundred-Year Sore was so profound.
And the methods of “isolation” and “classifying patients” she proposed were not only suitable for preventing and treating the Hundred-Year Sore; other major plagues could also learn from these methods.
Most importantly, there was that so-called “Cowpox Vaccine,” which claimed to allow those not yet infected with the Hundred-Year Sore to never be troubled by it again.
Xiao Yue didn’t fully understand it, but she was greatly shocked.
“The vaccine you mentioned… is it this on my arm? This is extracted from cows?”
Xiao Yue found it simply unbelievable.
All those theories the Imperial Academy of Medicine emphasized about meridians and the Five Elements seemed to crumble in this moment, replaced by the powerful impact of modern medicine that Shen Yu brought her.
Everything had its traceable logic.
Even though Xiao Yue couldn’t fully comprehend it, she could roughly grasp the logic and feasibility from Shen Yu’s通俗 explanation.
“Yes. Actually, in fighting the Hundred-Year Sore, we ourselves are the best medicine.”
“Huh?”
Hearing Shen Yu say this, Xiao Yue instinctively grabbed Shen Yu’s hand and directly tried to put it in her mouth.
“No! No, Miss Xiaoyue, what are you doing?”
“Didn’t you say you were good medicine? Using a person as a medicinal catalyst… I seem to remember some ancient medical texts having records of that.”