The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!-Chapter 233: The Fall

Wang Bolao was both scared and shocked when he saw Xia Wenjin filled with anger, his eyes cold and fierce, making Wang Bolao shudder inside.

This young man, clearly slender and not yet fully grown, had eyes like ice and snow, chilling to the bone, as sharp as blades that could pierce his heart. His previous fury had long been replaced by fear, and he stammered, "I-I apologize!"

Xia Wenjin said angrily, "You people only see your own interests, ignoring others’ lives. What right do you have to be angry? There’s no medicine, and you still refuse to cooperate -- and I’m not even upset about that!"

Liu Dahai said bitterly, "Brother Xia, please calm down. Your immense kindness, we will surely repay in our next life!"

Since falling ill, he felt his body deteriorating day by day. Although Xia Wenjin comforted him gently, he knew his own condition and felt devastated inside. If not for worrying about his son Hu Tou and seeing his entire family sick, he feared he couldn’t hold on any longer.

No medicine, only a kind young healer, yet treated this way by the mayor—if she left in anger, they would be left to die.

Xia Wenjin did not intend to lose his temper, but Wang Bolao had kicked over the medicine pot, repeatedly accusing him of deception and questioning his motives, which challenged her limits.

She turned to Liu Dahai and said, "It’s okay, don’t worry, there will be medicine soon. I’ve already sent someone to buy it." With that, she grabbed Wang Bolao and took him to another quarantined room. After letting him see, she sneered at Wang Bolao, "You believe Zhang Jiantang’s illness is caused by miasma just because the County Magistrate yelled at you? Now you’ve checked both these rooms, is it miasma? Even if it is, can you simply overlook the pain and suffering of others?"

Xia Wenjin’s voice was grim and majestic, with an overwhelming aura as if a mountain was pressing down, making Wang Bolao unable to speak—half from the pressure and half from shame.

Xia Wenjin ignored him, focusing on taking the pulse, measuring temperature, and examining the patients herself. She also inquired about any discomfort and observed the changes before and after medication.

She was meticulous, extremely attentive, and patient.

The patients responded one by one.

Wang Bolao listened to all this, his expression becoming increasingly embarrassed.

This young person truly was treating and diagnosing patients, sincerely considering their needs.

Thinking carefully, he realized she didn’t ask for anything and gained nothing. Despite knowing the disease is contagious, she still closely contacted the patients—a feat requiring immense courage.

No, it was not just courage, but a doctor’s heart filled with an inexplicable sense that stirred and captivated him.

He felt too ashamed to stay and quietly left.

Outside the door, his attendant said angrily, "Mayor, this kid has a lot of nerve, defying you. Shall I call some people to take him down?"

Wang Bolao’s face, bruised and swollen, indeed looked pitiful, but his eyes shot a cold light from the swollen gaps as he glanced at the attendant and snorted without saying a word as he walked away.

The attendant, unsure what mistake he made, hurriedly followed behind.

Leaving the quarantine area, Wang Bolao went to the village chief’s house.

The attendant suddenly realized, indeed, it was faster to summon people through the village chief—proving the mayor’s foresight.

The village chief saw Wang Bolao and exclaimed in surprise, "Mayor, what happened to you?"

The attendant was about to speak but was silenced by Wang Bolao’s glare, leading him to close his mouth without understanding, while Wang Bolao said reluctantly, "I fell accidentally!"

This topic was awkward, prompting the village chief to ask, "May I ask what brings you here, Mayor?"

Wang Bolao asked, "How is the investigation going? Have those showing symptoms been sent to the quarantine area?"

The village chief hesitated and replied, "Mayor, to be honest, it’s difficult to investigate. These are villagers and relatives; they must go on their own accord!"

Wang Bolao angrily said, "On their own? How many will act on their own? If you think villagers and relatives are difficult to deal with now, once they fall ill, the whole village will suffer. Do you think this is a joke?"

The village chief’s face flushed red, stammering, "Yes... yes..."

"Yes means nothing!" Wang Bolao continued angrily, "You must quickly identify all the infected. If you want to keep some villagers alive, you cannot allow everyone to perish!"

His words were harsh, yet epidemic diseases were indeed terrifying.

The village chief was scolded into submission, nodded repeatedly in agreement. Wang Bonian issued the final order, "By tomorrow, inspect everyone in the village! Anyone infected must be sent to quarantine—no exceptions!"

After giving orders here, he proceeded to the next village.

Despite his obesity, he managed to visit three villages, nearly collapsing from exhaustion, before letting the attendant visit the remaining four villages to deliver his instructions.

The next day, Wang Bolao personally went to see Xia Wenjin, assuming a much more humble demeanor—though without apologizing, he acknowledged Xia Wenjin’s efforts and contributions.

Xia Wenjin, not one to hold grudges, didn’t make an issue of it.

Besides, she was too busy to concern herself with trivialities.

Wang Bolao cautiously asked, "Mr. Xia, you said there would be medicine, but it’s been four days without any news?"

Xia Wenjin replied, "Don’t worry, it will come!"

Calculating, Huangfu Jingchen had already been gone for four days. However, according to Wang Bonian, the County Magistrate didn’t trust Huangfu Jingchen, even scolding the mayor, so Huangfu Jingchen certainly encountered worse treatment.

With his proud and arrogant nature, who knows if he was angered?

Ultimately, Wangshan Town’s matters were unrelated to him.

An epidemic so dangerous.

People naturally avoid danger, so his anger might indeed lead him to leave, which would be understandable.

Nevertheless, she believed that even in anger, he would seek treatment and medicine; Huangfu Jingchen was inherently kindhearted and entrusted by her, he certainly wouldn’t abandon halfway.

Yet, needing individual strength to find treatment and medicine was indeed challenging, requiring more time, effort, and Silver.

Presumably, he was relentlessly working on the matter.

She didn’t want him to come here—the epidemic was rampant, even without her involvement in inspections, she knew the situation was dire. She didn’t want a friend to face danger.

But hopefully, the medicine he seeks and purchases will be delivered soon.

While she could care for patients now, the lack of medicine limited her capabilities greatly.

Moreover, the situation in each village was somewhat complicated.

Shuifeng Village’s conditions were the best, likely due to Uncle Kuang’s influence, as many villagers trusted her, unlike the other villages where suspicion and distrust were prevalent, making non-cooperation even more frustrating!