The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 1014 - 1009 Mockery

"What are you going to use for disaster relief? Do you have people or do you have food? You have nothing, can just your mouth alone provide relief? Haha, your mouth may amuse our father the emperor, but no skills to appease the starving disaster victims and make them feel full!"

Prince Qin looked at him indifferently, enduring his mockery, and after a moment, turned to seek out Minister Jie.

Minister Jie was the imperial envoy specially appointed for this disaster relief effort; the various princes were merely there to assist him.

And Minister Jie was extremely busy.

Overnight, Gu Youyou had prepared a disaster relief plan as well as a treatment scheme for tuberculosis.

After several years of operation, Jisheng Hall’s pharmacies covered the entire Zhuzhao Country. They all held immense respect for Gu Youyou because her medical skills and certain medical concepts she provided enlightened them in many areas they did not understand. They admired Gu Youyou’s professionalism and her character. In their hearts, Gu Youyou’s words were even more effective than imperial decrees.

Through Jisheng Hall, Gu Youyou was able to gather the wealthy people of each region. Various charity events would be launched one after another; those with money donated funds, and those without money contributed their labor.

Whether it was silver, food, or even old and unused clothes,

any kind of supplies that could be of use were welcome for donation.

In this way, even those who were reluctant to donate silver could give away something and feel good about themselves, especially the more well-off misers. You might not persuade them to donate food or money, but asking them to donate some old things they no longer used—not to mention the positive reputation they would receive—was met with great enthusiasm from them.

Moreover, Gu Youyou had a complete set of treatment philosophies for tuberculosis. The antibiotics that had been stored away and never used before played a significant role.

Treating tuberculosis in the current situation, the most reasonable approach appeared to be a combination of Chinese and Western medicine.

Certainly, traditional Chinese medicine alone could also treat it, but the effects were not as rapid as when antibiotics were used.

After many days, a smile finally appeared on Minister Jie’s face.

"Doctor Gu is a highly skilled physician, now I truly believe after witnessing your succession of orders that you were the one who cured the typhoid epidemic in the military camps of Lingnan back then."

Gu Youyou smiled and said, "Minister Jie, Youyou can’t stand too much praise, please don’t flatter me anymore."

Minister Jie had already complimented Gu Youyou several times that day.

Minister Jie laughed heartily and said, "Very well, I shall do more and talk less."

This was a line Gu Youyou used to block Searcy’s words.

The other members of the Gu Family did not stay in the disaster-stricken areas; Gu Youyou had someone send them to Miss Du’s place, asking Miss Du to take care of them for the time being.

Qin Changlin, being a doctor himself, naturally stayed to assist Gu Youyou in treating the disease.

Not only Qin Changlin but also other doctors from Jisheng Hall and those from other medical institutions who wanted to gain a good reputation would dispatch one or two physicians to participate in the prevention and treatment of the epidemic.

"Minister Jie!" At this moment, a young man dressed in a dark robe walked into the temporarily constructed tent.

Gu Youyou had not seen him before and looked toward Minister Jie.

Minister Jie immediately bowed with great respect.

"Greetings, Prince Qin."

So it was Prince Qin.

Gu Youyou gave a slight curtsy as a greeting.

Upon seeing Gu Youyou, the other party also hurriedly gave his respects.

"Elder sister-in-law."

He recognized Gu Youyou.

Gu Youyou had never seen Prince Qin before and had only heard of him from others.

It was said that both he and his mother, Consort Sheng, were arrogant from favoritism; his demeanor wasn’t precisely good nor bad—it was mediocre at best.