"Optimize!"
Soon, Wang Feng erased Teacher Tang Yue's memories of the Azure Dragon, then woke her up.
"Hmm… what happened to me?" Teacher Tang Yue groggily opened her eyes, a hint of confusion in them.
"Teacher Teacher Tang Yue, did you not sleep well these past few days? You fell asleep on the boat after returning from Lake Heart Island," Wang Feng said with 'concern'.
"Ah? I… I fell asleep? Sorry." Teacher Tang Yue's small face flushed slightly, looking a bit embarrassed.
"It's alright, let's head back quickly. At Lingling's speed, she should have already collected everything," he said with a smile.
…
Wang Feng took Teacher Tang Yue to the isolation zone.
Sure enough, Lingling had already returned.
"Lingling, did you get what I asked for?" Wang Feng asked.
"Yes, it's all here."
Lingling took out some red weeds from a nearby bag, along with beakers, glass rods, and other materials and vessels for making potions.
"Are you planning to cure the plague?" Lingling asked curiously.
Wang Feng smiled, not explaining, but instead whispered a few more words into Lingling's ear.
Lingling's eyes lit up upon hearing him, and she nodded: "Leave it to me! I guarantee I'll get the evidence!"
With that, Lingling left.
Wang Feng, meanwhile, took the equipment and entered a temporary potion room.
…
About an hour later, Wang Feng emerged with the completed potion.
"Teacher Teacher Tang Yue, where are Hangzhou's most outstanding physicians and apothecaries?"
"Mr. Lu? He should be observing patients right now."
"Call him over!"
"Alright!"
…
Half an hour later, Mr. Lu arrived.
"Adjudicator Teacher Tang Yue, why did you call me here? The plague is very serious right now, and my time is extremely precious!" Mr. Lu said urgently as soon as he entered.
"Someone wants Mr. Lu to witness something, please follow me."
She led Mr. Lu into the potion room.
At this time, besides Wang Feng, there were also Lingling and Cold Green, who had returned from their mission, and a critically ill patient.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Lu asked, frowning.
"Mr. Lu, you are Hangzhou's most outstanding physician and apothecary. I'd like to ask you to help identify these potions."
Wang Feng pointed to the Eagle Red Grass antidote he had made.
A hint of doubt flashed in Mr. Lu's eyes, but he still walked over to the potions, picked up a bottle, observed it carefully, and then sniffed it.
"Although I don't know what kind of antidote it is, the proportions of these potions are perfectly made," Mr. Lu said, nodding in approval.
He paused, then asked, "However, what does this have to do with the plague?"
Upon hearing Mr. Lu's reply, a smile appeared on Wang Feng's face:
"Of course it does."
Then, in front of everyone, Wang Feng injected the potion into the patient's body.
"What are you doing!" Mr. Lu's expression instantly changed drastically.
He hadn't expected Wang Feng to be so reckless, directly testing the potion on a patient.
The source and type of the plague itself hadn't been clarified, and now injecting potions haphazardly would likely make the situation worse!
"Mr. Lu, I know you're anxious, but please don't be so anxious yet!"
Wang Feng pointed to the patient on the bed and said:
"The plague they contracted did not come from the Black Snake, but from a poisonous rat plague originating from the Ling Zhao Plague Rat!"
"This Ling Zhao Plague Rat has diseased blood in its body. Anyone bitten by it, or whose blood comes into contact with its blood, will be infected with its plague."
"Ling Zhao Plague Rats generally live in West Ridge and are also food for the White Magic Eagle. After the White Magic Eagle preys on Ling Zhao Plague Rats, it will also consume Eagle Red Grass to neutralize the Ling Zhao Plague Rat's diseased blood."
"And what I have created is the Eagle Red Grass antidote, which happens to be able to cure this poisonous rat plague."
After hearing Wang Feng's words, Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to check the condition of the patient who had been injected with the potion.
"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Wang Feng said with a smile.
"It… it really recovered!"
Mr. Lu watched the blisters on the patient's body gradually disappear and scab over, his eyes filled with shock.
It was truly as Wang Feng had said; the Eagle Red Grass could indeed eliminate this plague.
Aside from being a bit weak, the patient showed no other abnormalities.
Mr. Lu excitedly grabbed Wang Feng's arm, his voice trembling slightly:
"How did you discover that what they had was the poisonous rat plague and not the regular plague? And these potions…"
"Stop! Mr. Lu, I know you're excited, but the top priority right now is to solve this plague. We can talk about other things later, okay?"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, look at me getting carried away."
Mr. Lu quickly snapped back to reality, released Wang Feng's arm, and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"The most urgent task now is to go to West Ridge to find enough Eagle Red Grass to make the antidote," Wang Feng said.
"But we don't know where the Eagle Red Grass grows," Mr. Lu asked, frowning.
"That's simple. Go to the military camp and search; you're bound to find someone who has been to West Ridge. Senior Sister, Lingling, I'll leave this matter to you," Wang Feng said.
"Alright." Cold Green nodded.
"Then why was I called here?" Mr. Lu asked, pointing to himself.
"I invited Mr. Lu here for two reasons: one is for witnessing, and the other, of course, is to ask Mr. Lu to come forward with us and expose the person who swapped the blood agent for the poisonous blood agent!" A hint of coldness flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.
…
Cold Green and Lingling immediately set off for the military camp to find a guide who had been to West Ridge.
Wang Feng, meanwhile, took Teacher Tang Yue and Mr. Lu to the Magic Association.
As soon as they approached the door of the conference room, they heard a loud voice coming from inside:
"Tang Zhong, do you really want to see the entire Hangzhou littered with corpses! Only by killing the Black Snake can Hangzhou's plague end!"
Upon hearing this, a cold smile appeared on Wang Feng's lips. Then, without hesitation, he raised his leg, kicked open the door, and demanded:
"Which idiot is blaming the plague on the Black Snake?!"
Wang Feng's merciless sarcasm instantly drew the gaze of everyone in the conference room.
"Whose junior is this? Is it your turn to speak here?!"
An elder of the Hangzhou Magic Association slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, his face full of anger.
"My teacher is Dean Xiao of Mingzhu!"
The elder's expression changed immediately upon hearing this, and he silently sat back down in his seat.
Although he and Dean Xiao belonged to two different systems, Dean Xiao had been the dean for so many years, with students everywhere and friends all over the place.
His superior was even Dean Xiao's friend.
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend…
"Who is Zhu Meng?" Wang Feng then asked.
"Hmph! You wet-behind-the-ears brat, are you provoking this old man?" The bearded man sitting in the main seat snorted coldly.
The loud voice from earlier was his.
"You are Zhu Meng? Is your brain full of shit? I really don't know how you became a councilman?!"
"Someone says the source of the plague is the Black Snake, and you're impatient to slaughter the snake?!"
"What? Are you all scrambling to hit your performance targets?!"
"If the Grand Councilman finds out about this, he'll probably twist your head off!"
Wang Feng didn't give Zhu Meng any face, launching into a furious tirade.