She pulled a blank medical ledger from her bodice. "I only ask that you write down the names of everyone you sold this medicine to. I will inform them of the remedy, one by one."
The young man stared into the cold glint of her eyes, then suddenly trembled and fell to his knees. "Those people are all aristocrats... I, too, was only acting under orders..."
Shen Qing frowned, about to press him further, when a commotion erupted outside. She lifted the curtain and looked out to see a procession of physicians in white robes carrying stretchers through the street. The boy on the stretcher was covered in red spots, his skin ulcerated and oozing a yellowish fluid—the telltale symptoms of Gold Powder Poison Disease.
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