Many medical sages gathered, and Zhang Gongjin quickly had several barracks cleared.
Food, clothing, and supplies were all at the highest standard.
To distinguish the identities of people, Fang Er personally made a pile of badges, engraved with their origins.
For example, for the person who was shot, the badge was engraved with ph03 Hua Tuo.
Parallel World 03, Han Dynasty, Hua Tuo.
The cleared barracks were hung with the plaque of the Hall of Medical Sages.
The characters were written by Zhang Gongjin, looking like a dog's scrawl.
Fang Er, carrying a bag of badges, looked up at the plaque and clicked his tongue dismissively.
Upon entering, the place was buzzing with activity.
Sun Simiao was explaining the symptoms and characteristics of the plague patients and the case records collected in recent days.
A group of experts were chattering, each offering their opinions.
In less than half a day, they had completely gotten into their element.
This made Fang Er feel a bit ashamed; he hadn't even prepared a welcoming banquet, showing a lack of proper etiquette.
After entering, he handed the badges in his hand to Wang Xuance. Wang Xuance had received them, and in the short time, could still distinguish who was who.
He himself cleared his throat and bowed deeply to everyone.
"On behalf of the over a hundred thousand common people of Yangzhou City, Fang thanks you!"
"This prescription is usable, but the amount of Aconite is too little. Each dose should be increased by at least three taels..."
"Absolutely not! Aconite is extremely toxic; this method is too dangerous..."
"No fear, the addition of human placenta in the prescription can mitigate some of the toxicity, and also increase the overall medicinal properties, capable of resolving lung atrophy and heat consumption."
"This is where you are mistaken. If we follow the symptoms described by the predecessor Medicine King, this person's constitution cannot withstand such potent medication."
".............."
Fang Er awkwardly got up. He had bowed perfectly.
But no one paid him any attention!
It was very awkward...
However, in such situations, he could empathize. In his previous life, when he was engrossed in his craft, he was also similarly oblivious to his surroundings.
The word, in this context, was not derogatory.
It meant to shut out all external distractions and be fully immersed!
Wang Xuance's mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but not daring to make a sound. He moved through the crowd, occasionally taking out a badge and helping them affix it.
Fang Er stood at the doorway for a while. Seeing that he couldn't get a word in, he could only shake his head and leave.
He took out his walkie-talkie and complained to Changsun Ling'er.
"Sister, hurry up and come. I, your man, can't serve this group of divine doctors."
"Bring your sisters along to learn something. You might gain quite a bit!"
When Hua Tuo was previously notified, Changsun Ling'er and the others were busy attending to patients and hadn't paid much attention to the voice on the walkie-talkie.
Now, hearing Fang Er say this, she asked curiously.
"A group of divine doctors? What are you talking about?"
"Your ancestors! Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing, Hua Tuo, and others..."
"Oh! I will bring my sisters over to attend this masterclass!"
Changsun Ling'er instantly became excited. Not long after, she arrived with a group of women in white.
To prevent any outbreaks in the city, even in the barracks, they were still wearing protective suits.
"Husband, I love you to death!"
As she walked past Fang Er, Changsun Ling'er, uncharacteristically, disregarding the stares of others, removed her biohazard mask and kissed him on the cheek.
Fang Er:...........
"Come, over here."
He shamelessly turned his face and offered the other side.
"Hehe... I'll give you more tonight."
Changsun Ling'er smiled sweetly, leading the others to push open the door and enter the Hall of Medical Sages.
They tiptoed in, standing at a distance from the elders, taking out small notebooks to listen and take notes.
"Brother, you have quite the luck with women!"
Zhang Gongjin's voice came from behind him.
Fang Er turned to see the man walking towards them with a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right, looking peculiar.
So he curiously asked, "What are you doing with these?"
"Master Sun asked for them. Who knows what he needs them for!" Zhang Gongjin replied casually, then suddenly winked at Fang Er.
"By the way, brother, aren't you considering Shuang'er?"
"Anyway, the Pioneers can do as they please. Why not take on one more?"
Fang Er:..........
You call me brother, and then how can I consider it?!
"Enough of that nonsense. Have the accounts from Mingzhou Yang Family's Ink Hall been sent back?"
"Can you find the den of those who print newspapers?"
Two days had passed since this matter, and he hadn't heard him mention it. Fang Er was getting anxious.
That printing house, for privately printing fake newspapers and competing with the imperial court for public opinion, was a very serious issue that needed to be resolved as soon as possible.
Speaking of this, the smile on Zhang Gongjin's face gradually faded.
"I asked this morning. The accounts have been obtained and are being sent back."
"The Mingzhou Yang family is also being closely monitored. If they dare to tamper with the accounts, they will be the first ones dealt with."
In the evening, the convoy carrying the accounts returned.
Fang Er gathered all the students brought by Ma Tongyuan together to audit the Yang family's Ink Bureau's accounts for the past three years.
They checked the flow of every batch of goods.
Printing ink required large quantities, which was easy to trace.
Any large-scale ink transactions would be from either a book publisher or a printing house.
Before midnight, everyone found anomalies in the accounts.
Ma Tongyuan, holding the compiled ledger, reported to Fang Er.
"My Lord, something is not right here!"
"The other buyers are all regular customers, and their purchase intervals are regular."
"Only the Xuanwen Bookstore in Yixing!"
"They only had three transactions with Mingzhou Yang Family's Ink Hall. The last one was in the twelfth lunar month of the fourth year of Zhenguan."
"The first transaction was for seven sheng of Mingzhou ink."
"The second was for eight hundred sheng of Mingzhou ink."
"The third was for five sheng of Mingzhou ink."
"If it were a normal business transaction, the purchases should increase, or the relationship should have been severed completely."
"But this last transaction of five sheng is truly baffling."
Fang Er frowned upon hearing this. There was indeed something unusual about this.
"Laizi!"
Lai Yifa quickly stepped forward: "My Lord!"
"Have our brothers in Yixing investigate the background of this Xuanwen Bookstore. Be quick!"
"Yes!"
The secret police officer beside him immediately opened his travel bag, inside which was a radio.
As the head of intelligence, carrying a radio with him was Lai Yifa's bottom line...
Less than half an hour later, the silent radio emitted a beeping sound.
The sound of accounting and flipping papers continued. Fang Er shouted loudly.
"Quiet!"
Everyone stopped their work.
The secret police officer quickly noted down the Morse code. Lai Yifa, without even looking at the codebook, casually translated the telegram.
"Xuanwen Bookstore, proprietor Liu Yuanming, owner Zeng Keyi."
"The Zeng family is affiliated with the Zhou family of Yixing."
"The head of the Zhou family, Zhou Zhiliang, is the son-in-law of the Shen family of Wuxing."
This was all the information in the telegram. After translating, Lai Yifa said.
"My Lord, the Shen family of Wuxing, in terms of family background, is comparable to the Liu family of Hedong!"
Another influential family that had risen to prominence by seizing opportunities after the downfall of the Five Great Clans and Seven Noble Houses!