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Chapter 326 Purgatory on Earth

The carriage slowly came to a stop beside Zhao Yi. A hand with distinct knuckles lifted the blue cloth curtain, and a figure stepped out of the carriage, his moon-white cloak fluttering in the wind.

Gu Changsheng, dressed in light blue, appeared even more elegant and noble amidst the icy snow.

The moment Zhao Yi saw Gu Changsheng, his expression turned very serious.

“Cousin.” Zhao Yi’s gaze fell on Gu Changsheng’s eyes, which were still bound with a ribbon. His eyes had not yet recovered and could not be exposed to strong light, let alone look at snow, otherwise it would damage his eyes further: “Your eyes need to be slowly cared for and you cannot seek medical treatment again.”

"My eyes have recovered a lot. As long as I don't overwork myself, there won't be any major problems." Gu Changsheng stepped down from the carriage slowly on the wooden stairs. "I learned all the medical skills so that I could heal the sick and save lives. Now that Yingcheng is ravaged by plague, I, as a doctor, cannot stand idly by."

Zhao Yi frowned slightly, but before he could speak, Gu Changsheng continued, "Don't tell Manman about this."

After a brief pause, Gu Changsheng continued, "My master has also come. He is very experienced and can pass on his methods to Dean Chen. If Dean Chen cannot cure it, then I will step in."

Chen, the Imperial Physician, was overjoyed; it was like someone had offered him a pillow when he was sleepy. He immediately left Zhao Yi and Gu Changsheng behind and excitedly went to the carriage. He lifted the curtain and saw the old man holding a chicken leg, glistening with oil from his mouth.

"Elder Zhong, I've been waiting day and night for you, and I'm so glad you've finally come." Dean Chen took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to the old man.

The old man finished gnawing on the chicken leg with relish, then sucked on the bone, tossed it onto the oil-wrapped paper, grabbed the handkerchief handed to him by Dean Chen, and wiped his mouth haphazardly.

He ignored Chen Yuanshi's words, got off the carriage, and looked at Gu Changsheng with displeasure.

Gu Changsheng seemed to sense something, glanced over, and pursed his lips slightly.

The old man snorted through his nose, not letting Gu Changsheng lose face.

He gazed at the deserted street and asked, "What's the situation in Yingcheng now?"

“In Yingcheng, sheds were set up specifically to house the sick people. However, the epidemic spread very quickly, and people died within a few days. The deceased were buried in an open area.”

Dr. Chen said with a solemn expression, "There are new patients every day, the situation is not under control, and it is becoming more and more serious."

"You handled it well," the old man praised, then changed the subject: "The people who die from the disease will also spread the disease to others. Only by burning them can we completely eradicate the source."

Dean Chen nodded: "I'll take you to see it."

The old man raised his chin: "Lead the way."

Dean Chen led the old man to the place where the patients were being accommodated.

Before leaving, the old man turned and glanced at Gu Changsheng, noticing that he was looking down at him, lost in thought.

Dean Chen urged, "Elder Zhong, please hurry up and catch up."

The old man sighed inwardly and followed Dean Chen away.

Gu Changsheng followed the sound of footsteps.

Zhao Yi was worried about Gu Changsheng, so he told the Prince of Zhenbei and followed in Gu Changsheng's footsteps.

This time, without riding in a carriage, Zhao Yi was able to see the city much more clearly.

From the tightly closed houses along the street, faint cries of grief could be heard.

Occasionally, a few people would emerge from the house, their faces dejected and their eyes filled with despair. They would kneel before a small temple and pray that the disaster that had befallen Yingcheng would pass quickly.

Suddenly, Zhao Yi stopped and looked at the snow not far away. A man was lying on the ground, and a young woman was kneeling beside him. She shook the man's arm, but received no response. Then, she touched the man's face with trembling hands and called out to him a few times.

The woman still received no response. The sky above her collapsed, crushing her frail body and bending her spine.

Her lips trembled as she stroked the man's face repeatedly, trying to wake him up in this way.

Zhao Yi looked into the woman's empty, desperate eyes, as if she had cried all her tears these past few days and couldn't shed a single tear.

Even so, he could still sense the woman's despair and sorrow.

At this moment, several soldiers came over, confirmed that the man had died of illness, and dragged him away.

The woman clung tightly to the man, desperately trying to stop the soldiers from taking him away.

The other two soldiers restrained her, pulled her away, and dragged her into the quarantined area.

As Zhao Yi watched this scene, he felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

Before arriving in Yingcheng, he knew how terrible the plague was, but when he actually saw the devastation in the city, his heart became extremely heavy.

These people are victims of the power struggle.

They shouldn't have had to endure all of this.

Zhao Yi clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart. He took a few steps forward before realizing that Gu Changsheng was standing still.

He turned his head and saw Gu Changsheng untie the ribbon from his eyes and look in the direction the soldiers were taking the woman away.

Gu Changsheng withdrew his gaze, pursed his thin lips, and continued walking forward.

The closer they got to the place where the patients were being housed, the more heart-wrenching the cries became.

Soon, they arrived at the place where the patients were being housed.

Gu Changsheng saw the imperial physicians and doctors going from room to room to examine the patients' conditions.

Some patients knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing to the imperial physician, begging him to save their lives.

Some of the patients were very ill, lying on the ground barely breathing, their eyes darting around as they watched the imperial physician walk past. They wanted to plead and beg, but they couldn't make a sound or move. Only their fingers twitched slightly at their sides, as if trying to grasp at a straw.

Gu Changsheng tightened his fingers, and his usually calm eyes stirred with emotion.