Chapter 214

Natural disasters always hit the poor the hardest.

The thatched cottages of the poor in the west street all collapsed overnight.

Many people died.

Corpses were cleared out one by one and laid out in the street plaza.

When an earthquake strikes a place, wealthy families with means hurriedly leave the city, fearing aftershocks and the plague that usually follows earthquakes.

This earthquake in Jingzhou was extremely severe.

Many died, many were injured, and medical resources were overwhelmed. Being summertime, it was easy for an epidemic to break out, as countless historical records have shown.

Heaven shows no favoritism.

It won't spare your house from shaking just because you're poor.

It won't prevent you from getting hurt just because you're already sick.

Most people are expendable, mere NPCs.

It was said that the Jiang Family also suffered heavy losses. Besides the earthquake, huge stones fell from the sky, which couldn't be explained by science and could only be discussed in terms of theology.

At this time, rumors spread throughout the streets that it was because Inspector Jiang had destroyed the Shangqiu Convent. Heaven values all life, and retribution had come.

How could humans oppose Buddha? The masters of Shangqiu Convent were all disciples of Buddha and shouldn't be offended.

These rumors, originating from who knows where, quickly spread through every street and alley.

The Jiang Family managed things well internally.

With Great-aunt in charge, these rumors wouldn't reach the ears of Mianmian and Sister Yu.

Actually, on the night of the earthquake, Jiang Yu was startled and immediately got up to carry Meng Shaoxia.

Meng Shaoxia, with his feet dangling as he was princess-carried: ...

He thought he was ascending to heaven.

He was so scared he almost wet himself.

He quickly asked little Yu to put him down, reminding her that she was pregnant and shouldn't be startled.

Jiang Yu suddenly remembered she was pregnant and shouldn't lift heavy things, so she quickly put Meng down.

Perhaps due to the shock, she forgot about her morning sickness and didn't keep vomiting.

This was a considerate baby.

Jiang Yu touched her plump belly, which didn't look pregnant, just as if she had eaten too much and gained some weight.

Meng Shaoxia was truly frightened.

They had finally married and gotten pregnant, and he worried about any accidents.

If news of the Jingzhou earthquake reached the capital, his parents would surely worry.

He hurriedly wrote a letter to report their safety.

Mianmian stood in front of the newly set up pot, adding herbs and rice, while the servants added water and tended the fire.

Gradually, the fragrance of herbs wafted through the air.

More and more people lined up, until the end of the queue was out of sight.

Inspector He sighed inwardly. This was Jingzhou, where people's lives were relatively good. In other places, it might be even worse.

Jiang Mianmian also set up a stall on the side.

It displayed a sign saying "Treating Illnesses, Saving Lives".

She thought that after the earthquake, many people must be injured, so she could treat them.

Usually, people were reluctant to accept treatment from a young girl, always feeling that older doctors were more reliable. But after the earthquake, medical resources would surely be tight, so patients might come to her, giving her a chance to practice.

Jiang Mianmian wasn't acting out of a savior complex; her family's medicine and food didn't come from thin air.

Distributing medicinal porridge was to attract people.

She had a small pot on the side where she was boiling her medical instruments.

After tinkering for several years, she had barely put together a set of usable tools. But in the absence of antibiotics, proper sterilization was crucial.

The current tools were still a bit crude. She wondered if the meteorite iron from the back courtyard could be forged into a more delicate set.

Even though she had put up her sign,

She was too young.

Although grateful, those coming for porridge didn't approach her position to seek treatment.

She wasn't in a hurry.

She spread a clean white cloth and had a wooden box, carefully boiling her instruments, preparing.

Inspector He sat nearby, looking more like an old doctor, with people occasionally coming to ask about illnesses.

In the end, Inspector He had to stand up. He really couldn't diagnose illnesses.

As for his student, he felt she probably couldn't either.

But seeing her so earnestly come out to distribute porridge, Inspector He felt he shouldn't dampen her enthusiasm.

Her behavior was good and deserved affirmation.

Jiang Mianmian sat at her position, waiting for a long time, but no one came.

There were many people getting medicinal porridge, and among them was an exceptionally strong man whom Jiang Mianmian saw coming for the third time.

She didn't expose him though, because with his build, he surely needed to eat a lot to be full. Even three bowls of medicinal porridge wouldn't be enough.

The whole morning passed like this.

By noon, Father Jiang Changtian came to check on his daughter, bringing along a man with a bloody finger.

It was a yamen runner whose finger had been cut off. Jiang Changtian remembered that Mianmian was good at stopping bleeding, so he personally brought the man.

Jiang Mianmian was excited. Finally, a patient had come.

Although it looked like Father had personally cut off the finger and brought it...