Early in the morning, Lin Haihai took Wangchen to the Yamen of the Capital Magistrate. A month of secret investigation had yielded her evidence proving that Bai Muyang had been hoarding medicinal ingredients; however, Bai Muyang refused to reveal the whereabouts of the warehouse.

Lin Haihai couldn’t wait any longer. The herbs at the plantation weren’t ready for the market yet. Even if they could sell what they’d planted, the supply wouldn’t be enough to meet the demand. Many cost effective herbs could no longer be found in the market. Therefore, the workers and disciples at the plantation had to gather herbs in the nearby mountains with a basket on their backs during their freetime.

Autumn wind blew, and desolation spread. An epidemic was most likely to break out on a large scale at the turn of the season. Lin Haihai knew that influenza wasn’t unique to the modern day. It could happen at any era and in any region. There was a serious shortage of medicines, which made Lin Haihai uneasy. Although she could purchase pharmaceuticals in bulk and bring them here, she and Li Junyue were the only ones professionally trained in modern medicine. The imperial physicians knew...