I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Wen Shutang already had a guess in his mind. He put on the mask he had prepared in advance, walked forward quickly, and saw Xue Ming lying on the bed with a thick quilt covering him. He looked very weak.

She was startled: "Old man, you..."

Xue Ming coughed violently a few times, and looked up at Wen Shutang with great effort: "Madam Wen came to see me today, I'm afraid she has also discovered the smallpox."

"Yes, my son Aze also has some symptoms of fever. I learned from him that someone in Mingde Academy seemed to have contracted smallpox. I just went to Jishidiang and heard Afu say that you were sick." Wen Shutang frowned, and her heart slowly sank.

She saw a small red rash on Xue Ming's face, although it was not very obvious.

Xue Ming put his fist to his lips and coughed, "Cough, cough, cough, yes, it's smallpox. I treated a little boy a few days ago. The boy had rashes all over his body. He had scratched himself so hard that there was not a single piece of healthy skin left. I noticed something was wrong at the time. Although I had taken several doses of medicine in advance, he still got infected."

Xue Ming now has a hard time speaking and he has to use all his strength to say every word.

Seeing this, Wen Shutang hurriedly took out the spiritual spring water that he had prepared in advance.

"Don't talk about it for now, old man."

She fed the spiritual spring water to Xue Ming, and Xue Ming clearly felt that his throat, which had been burning just now, seemed to be moistened and it was no longer so sore.

He looked at the small porcelain bottle in Wen Shutang's hand in surprise and asked, "What is this? It's so effective?"

"This is the mud house my mother told me about. It should be able to relieve some of my sore throat." Wen Shutang made up an excuse to fool Xue Ming.

Xue Ming had no doubt about it: "It's indeed much better. My throat doesn't hurt anymore."

"Look, you've been infected for more than a day or two. There are already obvious rashes on your face." Wen Shutang said with pursed lips.

"Well, I think it has been about five or six days. I originally wanted to get up and look through ancient books to see if there is any solution. After all, smallpox is too fierce. It is a life-threatening disease. But my old bones really can't hold on any longer. I didn't expect that I would fall ill first." Xue Ming sighed, with deep helplessness in his tone.

"Don't say that, old sir. There is always a way to solve it. I have already informed the young master of the Song family in town about this matter. He will convey it to the head of the pavilion. The most important thing for you right now is to take care of your health." Wen Shutang lowered his voice and comforted him.

Xue Ming nodded: "This is the only way. I hope this natural disaster will pass quickly. We old bones have lived enough. We can't let those young children die of illness so tragically."

"I heard that Sangju Drink can relieve the early fever symptoms of smallpox. I'd like you to ask someone to inform Afu and Ayi later. Also, they must take precautions. It would be bad if they are also infected." Wen Shutang calmly analyzed the current situation.

The first person in the town to be infected with the disease was the young master of the Gao family. The little boy that Xue Ming treated a few days ago should be the young master of the Gao family.

According to Xue Ming's description, Gao Yuefeng should have entered the second half of smallpox. Some rashes have scabbed and fallen off, leaving permanent scars. New rashes are still growing wildly and constantly overlapping, and he will eventually die in extreme pain.

Xue Ming agreed with what Wen Shutang said and looked at her with appreciation: "Miss Wen is right. I will send someone to send a letter to Ah Fu and Ah Yi and ask them to prepare the mulberry and chrysanthemum drink to distribute to everyone. If I am lucky enough to survive this, I will definitely continue to study smallpox. If this is my fate, then it is not a loss. I am satisfied to have disciples like Wan'er, Ah Fu and Ah Yi."

Xue Ming said a lot in one breath, which caused his throat to become hot and he started coughing excitedly.

"Old sir, please take a good rest and make sure you get better."

Wen Shutang looked at the haggard face of the old man in front of him and felt a little worried. If Xiao Wan knew that Xue Ming was sick, she would be extremely worried.

Wen Shutang said goodbye to Xue Ming and left the room. Before leaving, she gave the small bottle of spiritual spring water to Xue Ming's attendant, and asked him to give Xue Ming some medicine after every meal.

After doing all this, Wen Shutang returned home. This was all she could do. As an ordinary person, she just wanted to protect her family from harm. As for others, she could only do this much.

Mu Bai had already fed Xiao Ze the Sangju Drink, and Xiao Ze fell asleep after taking the medicine. Mu Zhu and Mu Bai both stood guard at the door diligently and did not go anywhere.

Seeing Wen Shutang coming back, they both walked forward.

"Madam, the young master has taken his medicine and is resting." Mu Bai explained.

Wen Shutang nodded. She had disinfected everything on her body before coming back.

"You two take this."

Wen Shutang handed the small porcelain bottle of spiritual spring water to the two of them. Although Muzhu and Mubai were both strong, they could not withstand the toxicity of smallpox. In order to prevent accidents, it would be better for them to drink the spiritual spring water in advance as a precaution.

The two took the bottle handed over by Wen Shutang and drank it in one gulp without any hesitation.

Mu Bai was slightly stunned, and felt refreshed all over: "Madam, what is this?"

"I made my own medicine to simply prevent smallpox." Wen Shutang said casually.

Mu Zhu also felt himself becoming lighter, and couldn't help but smile with joy.

"This is really a good thing. I feel like my fatigue has disappeared in an instant."

Hearing what he said, Wen Shutang smiled faintly.

"That's good. I still need your help to take care of Aze."

Mu Zhu immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Madam, with Mu Bai and I here, no one can hurt you and the young master!"

Wen Shutang smiled and nodded. He originally thought Mu Zhu was a steady man, but now that he got to know him better, he discovered that he had a rather eccentric personality.

Mu Bai lowered his head and stared at the small porcelain bottle in his hand. Having dealt with medicinal herbs for many years, he was not as thick-skinned as Mu Zhu. He immediately felt that the contents of the bottle was definitely not some simple liquid medicine made from antipyretic herbs.

I’m afraid this young master’s wife is really not an ordinary person.

Mu Bai now had more respect for Wen Shutang. He only admired capable people, regardless of gender.

"Okay, it's getting late. I'll go prepare dinner. You two stay here to look after Aze. Call me when he wakes up." Wen Shutang instructed, and only turned and went to the kitchen after getting a response from the two.

As the sky gradually darkened, Xiao Ze woke up from his sleep. Wen Shutang checked his condition and found that Xiao Ze's high fever had subsided, but he still had a cough.