CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 184: THIS IS MISS PEI’S SECRET TECHNIQUE

The next morning, Shu’er woke up in Tang Zan’s arms. She was taken aback and saw Tang Zan propping his chin with his left hand, smiling at her.

"You said you wouldn’t sleep with me, yet last night you still muddled your way into my bed."

Shu’er was stunned for a moment and then moved away from Tang Zan’s embrace. Tang Zan’s eyes always followed her with a smile, making Shu’er’s face turn red.

Just as Shu’er was about to say something, Tang Zan sat up without making his usual teasing remarks.

She of course knew it was impossible that Tang Zan had put her there.

She sighed and then nodded, "Sorry, tonight I’ll squeeze into another carriage."

As soon as she said this, Tang Zan’s smile froze on his face.

Shu’er tidied up her clothes and went outside to wash up, then left the carriage.

When everyone saw Shu’er coming, their eyes lit up, and no one dared to have any resentment.

Following Shu’er’s instructions, they distributed medicine to the wounded, expecting that over the night, everyone’s condition would surely worsen.

They only thought of enduring until the next day.

But they found out that the pills Shu’er gave were very effective.

Some with mild symptoms were already healed, and even those with severe symptoms hadn’t worsened.

Shu’er smiled and nodded, but no one underestimated her anymore.

"Where are the wounded that I’m supposed to see from yesterday?"

Everyone quickly invited Shu’er into the carriage while others squeezed into other carriages.

Compared to when they first started their journey, the ability to sit in a carriage was already a luxurious enjoyment. They didn’t suffer much along the way.

In this carriage, there happened to be a doctor, who joined the carriage today. He was a physician in his forties, known as Doctor Ye.

When he saw Shu’er’s treatment methods, he found them novel and was momentarily spellbound.

After Shu’er healed someone, he went to check the person’s wound again, finding the swelling had subsided and believed it would heal soon.

When Shu’er was treating the next person, she opened the person’s wound with a knife, causing Doctor Ye’s expression to change dramatically. He hurriedly reached to stop Shu’er.

"Miss Pei, this method of treatment will only cause the patient pain without curing them."

In these times, even a minor infection could mean death, so it’s normal that they wouldn’t dare to try such methods.

A woman next to them laughed and spoke.

"Doctor Ye, you don’t understand. This is Miss Pei’s unique technique. Others don’t dare to open a patient’s wound, but she dares."

Saying this, the man next to her also lowered the cloth covering his leg, revealing a leg wrapped in bandages, slightly more swollen than the other.

"My leg was massively swollen before. Thanks to Miss Pei for clearing the rotten flesh, otherwise, I might have lost the entire leg or even my life."

After saying this, he looked at Shu’er gratefully yet embarrassedly.

"Miss Pei, don’t mind what happened yesterday."

Shu’er smiled and shook her head, then turned her gaze to Doctor Ye.

"If you know medicine, maybe you can also treat some of the mildly wounded in the team. I can’t handle it all alone."

Doctor Ye nodded, "Okay."

Shu’er gave him a medicine box and pointed inside.

"There are some pills made by Doctor Pei in here; there’s anti-inflammatory, fever-reducing, and wound-healing. The bottles are labeled, and Doctor Pei’s skills are very good, so don’t worry."

This "Miss Pei" identity is something Shu’er plans to discard eventually. Otherwise, there would be no way to juggle two identities at once. She could only reveal Shu’er’s identity bit by bit for now.

So everyone would gain confidence in her.

After all, if "Miss Pei" was Shu’er, then the matter of her leaving exile would be known to too many people, surely causing unnecessary trouble.

Doctor Ye nodded and went with Shu’er to treat people.

While treating, Shu’er also asked if anyone along the way knew medicine.

Among the 200 refugees, there were a total of 3 physicians, plus herself, making 4.

Most refugees carried some injuries; about eighty people needed treatment, so each had to tend to twenty.

Using their own medicines, there wasn’t much she could teach in terms of bandaging; these doctors already did well enough.

She just mentioned that if they encountered a tricky problem, they could let her handle it.

Later on, they consciously gathered the injured on a few carriages.

This made management easier.

The severely injured were treated by Shu’er, while the mildly injured were handled by them.

During the treatment process, they soon reached Jizhou City.

Shu’er and Tang Zan were to go out for supplies.

As they were about to leave, Tang Zan noticed Shu’er staring at his mask and instinctively took it off, revealing his face.

Shu’er was struck by his beauty and covered her face.

Tang Zan’s face darkened. Could it be he had become so haggard that it was unbearable to look at?

Shu’er said, "You can’t wear this mask, and you can’t show this face, either."

Both are too eye-catching.

"Come, let me disguise you. I’ll take you on a shopping spree."

Tang Zan obediently sat on the stool, this usually temperamental villain now sitting obediently, letting Shu’er have her way. It was truly incongruous.

While applying makeup, Shu’er couldn’t help having mischievous thoughts, so she disfigured Tang Zan.

However, Tang Zan naturally had such good looks that instead of a heart-racing face, he merely looked average now.

Still, his noble demeanor made it clear he wasn’t an ordinary person.

Now they needed to buy malt sugar, staple foods like grains and flour; other vegetables also needed to be bought for Shu’er to bring out from her space later.

Jizhou was slightly more backward compared to Jingzhou; it was an agricultural province, but this year’s drought was also the worst.

In the city, some unscrupulous merchants were even hoarding grains, and the price changed daily.

Looking at the grain prices, everyone felt overwhelmed and unable to afford them.

When Shu’er went over, she found rice that usually cost two coins per pound was now 100 coins per pound, a fifty-fold increase.

Even at such prices, people were scrambling to buy it.

If they don’t grab it now, who knows what the price will be tomorrow?

A bedraggled man staggered to the grains, seemingly out of all his savings.

Attempting to buy rice, he found there was none left.

He looked dejected.

"Please, sir, be merciful. My family is starving; sell me a bit of grain, I can pay for it."