The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 247
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Chapter 247 Wen Yantong’s Prescription (2)
Upon returning with the medicine, Wen Yantong instructed one servant to deliver the prescription to the doctor and another to prepare the remedy.
The military doctor approached Chi Jingxi with the prescription in hand, stating, "This is the prescription provided by Miss Wen."
Chi Jingxi glanced up from his book and inquired, "What are your thoughts?"
"The prescription is nearly identical to the previous one, with the addition of three herbs. However, the single free reed is known for its hot nature, while the vine cassia stem is cold in nature. I'm concerned they may not be compatible," the military doctor explained, placing the prescription on Chi Jingxi's table. "Miss Wen has instructed someone to prepare the medicine."
Chi Jingxi examined the prescription and confirmed it bore Wen Yantong's handwriting. He inquired, "Is there any risk associated with consuming this medicine?"
The military doctor responded, "While the incompatible medicinal materials may cause some discomfort upon entering the body, it shouldn't pose a significant problem. However, I doubt the effectiveness will be substantial."
Chi Jingxi nodded. "Since there's no immediate danger, let her give it a try."
With that, the military doctor took his leave.
Once the medicine was prepared, Wen Yantong personally carried it to Mu Yang's room. Upon entering, she found him seated at the table, deeply engrossed in writing.
"What are you writing? Come and drink the medicine," Wen Yantong urged.
Mu Yang, appearing vexed, replied without lifting his head, "Set it aside for now. I'll drink it later."
"No, you must drink the medicine while it's hot. Come here quickly," Wen Yantong insisted sternly.
Reluctantly setting down his brush, Mu Yang approached her side, his expression doubtful. "Why are you here delivering medicine today?"
"Of course," Wen Yantong replied with a smile. "The medicine I've brought you is no ordinary remedy; it has magical properties."
Mu Yang chuckled, assuming she was jesting. He went along with it and asked, "How many days until Immortal Wen's medicine takes effect?"
"At the earliest, it will be effective tomorrow," Wen Yantong stated.
Mu Yang didn't take her seriously. He held the medicine bowl and drank it down, grimacing at the bitterness.
Having grown accustomed to medicinal concoctions after days of treatment, Mu Yang drank without changing his expression. However, he was taken aback by the intense bitterness of the concoction Wen Yantong had brought. "What kind of medicine is this? It's so bitter, it almost makes me vomit."
"Good medicine always tastes bitter," Wen Yantong remarked.
Mu Yang stuck out his tongue and replied ruefully, "It's too bitter, I can't even feel my tongue!"
As he spoke, Chi Jingxi entered the room, holding a letter in his hand. He shook it at Mu Yang and announced, "Uncle Mu's letter."
Upon hearing that the letter belonged to Mu Yuan, Mu Yang hurriedly moved forward to snatch it, his eagerness palpable. Hastily tearing it open, he scanned its contents, and his eyes welled up with tears, threatening to spill over.
Chi Jingxi tenderly patted Wen Yantong on the head.
Wen Yantong turned to glance at him, her own eyes were also glistening with moisture.
Without uttering a word, Chi Jingxi gently took Wen Yantong's hand and guided her out of Mu Yang's room.
Once outside, Wen Yantong let out a long sigh of relief, murmuring to herself, "As expected, letters from home are worth their weight in gold."
Chi Jingxi remained silent for a moment before finally speaking, "Follow me."
Leading Wen Yantong into a nearby room, he paused momentarily, seeming to carefully choose his words.
Wen Yantong couldn't suppress her curiosity. "What is it?" she inquired.
Chi Jingxi deliberated for a moment before speaking slowly, "Yang’er's illness is contagious."
Anticipating this revelation, Wen Yantong paused briefly before saying, "There must be several infected individuals in Yibei City, then."
"The latest reports indicate that over 70 individuals have developed the characteristic red patches, with six fatalities. However, the accuracy of these figures remains uncertain," Chi Jingxi disclosed, his demeanor composed. "Eight individuals within our household have fallen ill and are currently quarantined in the backyard. Do you..."
"You're wondering if I'm infected?" Wen Yantong interjected, finishing his thought.
In truth, there was little need for the inquiry. Given Wen Yantong's frequent interaction with Mu Yang, if the illness were indeed transmitted by him, she would undoubtedly have been the first to contract it.
Rolling up her sleeves, Wen Yantong revealed her fair and unblemished arms, devoid of any signs of infection.
However, there was no assurance that there weren't other areas on her body affected, though that wasn't Wen Yantong's primary concern. She seized Chi Jingxi's hand and inquired, "Aside from the red patches on the body, do those others in our household or the city show any other noticeable symptoms?"
Chi Jingxi responded, "It's still under investigation."
Feeling a heavy weight in her chest, Wen Yantong could only sigh, uncertain of what steps to take next.
Chi Jingxi instructed Wen Yantong to remain in her room for the time being, taking precautionary medicine, and forbade her from seeing Mu Yang again.
Resignedly, Wen Yantong acquiesced to his directives. Concerned that he might have also been infected, Chi Jingxi didn't linger with Wen Yantong for long, urging her to return to her room as soon as he finished speaking.
That night, Chi Jingxi remained awake, the lights in his room burning until dawn. Meanwhile, Mu Yang clutched the letter sent by Mu Yuan from Chaoge, tears staining his cheeks as he drifted into a restless sleep.
Similarly, Wen Yantong found it difficult to rest. She tossed and turned throughout the night, waking up several times. Eventually, unable to find solace in sleep, she opened the window of her room and lay against it, gazing up at the sky.
The sky shimmered with stars, resembling the gentle flow of the Milky Way, merging seamlessly with the serenity of the night.
It should be a clear and sunny day tomorrow.
Wen Yantong mused silently.
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The next day, Wen Yantong was roused from her slumber by the sound of rain.
After enduring several days of scorching temperatures, Yibei City was finally blessed with a downpour, offering respite from the sweltering summer heat.
The overcast skies cast a dampness over the household. Wen Yantong rose from her bed and approached the window to peer outside. Heavy rain cascaded down in a steady stream, creating a rhythmic pitter-patter as it drummed against the roof.
The sky wore a haze, akin to fog, its hue a somber gray. It was far from a sunny day.
Standing by the window, Wen Yantong felt the chill of the wind as raindrops occasionally brushed against her face, leaving it cold as ice.
The dismal surroundings weighed heavily on Wen Yantong, casting a shadow of depression over her. She had no desire to venture outside.
Chi Jingxi dispatched a maid to inspect her body for any signs of the red spots. Thankfully, Wen Yantong was spared. Despite her frequent interactions with Mu Yang, she had not succumbed to the illness.
The servant delivered the day's meal directly to her room. After setting it down, the servant hurriedly exited the room.
With the realization that the illness was contagious, fear gripped the servants, dissuading them from close contact with others. In a bid to contain the spread of the disease, Chi Jingxi had no choice but to isolate all those afflicted in the backyard. Additionally, he instructed the guards to ascertain the extent of the outbreak within the city.
Yibei City was swiftly placed under lockdown, with strict restrictions prohibiting entry and exit. Soldiers fanned out across the city, conducting door-to-door checks to tally the number of sick individuals.
The relentless downpour draped Yibei City in a somber gray veil, transforming its once bustling streets into desolate thoroughfares virtually overnight. Empty of its usual inhabitants, only soldiers roamed the streets, their umbrellas shielding them as they patrolled ceaselessly back and forth.
Word of the epidemic traveled far and wide, Chi Jingxi had promptly relayed the news to the Emperor.
Before long, Fu Sheng, Mu Yuan, and others became aware of the situation. While Fu Sheng managed to maintain his composure, Mu Yuan found himself unable to sit idly by.
Initially, Mu Yuan sought permission from the Emperor to travel to Yibei, but his request was met with rejection.
Mu Yuan's anxiety and frustration mounted, driving him to action upon his return to his residence. With a small package strapped to his back, he prepared to depart in haste. However, his plans were thwarted when he discovered that the Emperor had foreseen his intentions.
Anticipating Mu Yuan's clandestine departure, the Emperor had dispatched guards to the General's Mansion in advance, effectively preventing his escape.
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The author has something to say:
[Mu Yuan’s letter]:
My son, a hero, can force the enemies to retreat on the battlefield, but can also stay in the city and defend its people.
Come home safely and let bygones be bygones.
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I can give Tongtong a golden finger and hand her a bowl of magic medicine in this story, but in reality, our reliance lies on the tireless efforts of our medical personnel on the frontline.
As spring heralds renewal, may it also bestow upon us robust health and abundant prosperity.
(T/N: If our author’s note was confusing, remember this novel was written during covid)