Gu Yundong was speechless. "Your imagination is too poor and narrow."
"Alright, go ahead. I'll listen."
"Master Qin, do you know about smallpox?"
Qin Wenzheng frowned. Hearing this word, he was not in a good mood.
"I know. Smallpox is a very terrifying and fast-infecting plague. Since ancient times, countless people have died from smallpox. Two young geniuses from the previous dynasty died because of it. It's a huge pity. Even the royal family can't avoid it. There's no medicine to treat it until now."
As Qin Wenzheng spoke, he sighed and was puzzled. "Why are you asking this? Could it be that the surprise you mentioned is related to smallpox?" He paused and suddenly thought of something. "Could it be that you have a way to treat smallpox?"
Gu Yundong was expressionless. "No."
Qin Wenzheng was instantly disappointed. "Then why are you saying this? Unless you tell me that there's a treatment method, it's not a surprise to me."