The soldiers distributed the medicinal soup to the other patients while fumigating the ruined temple with mugwort and sulfur to disinfect it.
It was not until late at night that Lin Taichu finally took a breather. The Prefect brought him a bowl of porridge. "Physician Lin, you've worked hard. Have some porridge first to fill your stomach."
Lin Taichu accepted the porridge and took a few sips. "Prefect, if we keep brewing medicinal soup for one more day, most of the patients' conditions should be under control. But this plague is highly contagious, so they must remain isolated. We cannot let our guard down."
"I understand. I've already had people set up a cordon around the area and forbidden anyone from coming near," the Prefect said. "By the way, Physician Lin, what caused this plague? How could an outbreak happen out of nowhere?"
Lin Taichu thought for a moment. "It may be due to the recent damp weather, along with the poor drainage system in the Prefectural City. Sewage accumulated and produced miasma."
"It's only a guess. It still needs to be investigated," Lin Taichu said. "Once the epidemic is under control, we can look into it properly."
Early the next morning, Lin Taichu went to check on the patients. Just as he had expected, many of their fevers and coughs had eased, and the red rashes on their bodies had begun to fade.
When the other doctors saw this, they all gave Lin Taichu a thumbs-up and praised his superb medical skills.
Lin Taichu had them brew another day's worth of medicinal soup. By evening, most of the patients had stabilized, and no further deaths occurred. The Prefect heaved a sigh of relief and admired Lin Taichu even more.
On the third day, Lin Taichu continued administering medicine and