On the day of rebirth, I took my baby to find Jiuqiansui to recognize his relatives

Zhao Zheng quickly organized the team's distribution and arranged a group of people to find the required medicinal materials, while he and Jiang Yanwan decided to stay temporarily to protect Gu Qinglang and other injured people.

At this moment, an anxious voice of a palace guard came: "Doctor Jiang, your son Ayan has been infected with the plague, and the situation in the palace is not good!"

Jiang Yanwan's face changed drastically, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes. She looked at Zhao Zheng: "I have to go back to see Ah Yan."

Zhao Zheng nodded and said, "You go back first. Things at home are equally important. We will take care of them here."

Jiang Yanwan took a deep breath and said to Lan Tianyu and Wu Junyao who were still busy, "Be careful, I will be back as soon as possible." Then she hurried away and set out on the road back to the palace.

Along the way, Jiang Yanwan was extremely anxious, and Ah Yan's young face kept appearing in her mind. After arriving at the palace, she immediately went to the Imperial Hospital and found that the palace was indeed shrouded in the shadow of the plague.

"Where is Ayan?" she asked a maid anxiously.

"In the inner hall, the imperial doctors are trying to save him." The maid replied, her expression also full of worry.

Jiang Yanwan rushed into the inner hall and saw little Ayan lying on the bed, his forehead burning and his breathing rapid. Several imperial doctors were busy around him, trying to stabilize his condition.

"Ayan!" Jiang Yanwan rushed to the bedside, holding her son's hand, her eyes filled with tears, "Mom is here, you have to hold on."

Doctor Zhao raised his head and said to Jiang Yanwan, "This plague is coming fiercely. We are doing our best to rescue you, but it will take time."

Jiang Yanwan nodded, her eyes firm: "No matter what, I will stay with him."

Outside the courtyard, the palace was filled with panic, and many palace maids and guards began to show symptoms of the plague. Jiang Yanwan realized that this was not only a challenge for Xiao Ayan, but also a severe test for the entire palace.

At the same time, Zhao Zheng also encountered a new crisis. While searching for the traitor, the men led by Zhao Zheng and Wu Junyao discovered some clues left by the enemy in the stronghold.

Wu Junyao frowned: "This poisonous herb 'Arisaema' is indeed from an unknown source. It seems that the other party has been prepared for this."

Zhao Zheng thought thoughtfully: "We have to continue to investigate further, but more importantly, we need to ensure everyone's safety. Lan Tianyu, how long will it take for your antidote?"

Lan Tianyu responded calmly: "Give me some more time, I am very close to success."

At this moment, a long-lost voice came from behind: "Vice Governor Wu, there is a situation!"

Zhao Zheng turned around and saw a guard running towards him hurriedly, panting, obviously bringing urgent news.

"What's going on?" Zhao Zheng asked with a frown.

The guard panted and replied, "We found a group of suspicious people on the outskirts. They seem to be planning further actions."

Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that the enemy is really chasing us. Wu Junyao, go and take people to check the situation outside and retreat immediately if necessary."

Wu Junyao nodded and quickly led a team to the periphery for reconnaissance. Zhao Zheng stayed with Lan Tianyu to ensure that he could concentrate on the development of the antidote.

As time passed, the pressure grew. Zhao Zheng remained highly alert and did not miss any suspicious movements.

In the palace, Jiang Yanwan stayed by her son's side without leaving. The busy figures of the imperial doctors gave her a glimmer of hope.

Jiang Yanwan stayed by little Ayan's bed all day and all night, hardly closing her eyes. The Imperial Hospital was filled with the strong smell of medicine, and the doctors' continuous sleepless rescue efforts finally paid off. Ayan's fever subsided and his breathing became stable, but he was still weak and looked at Jiang Yanwan with his eyes wide open.

"Ayan, do you feel better?" Jiang Yanwan asked softly, her heart full of anticipation.

Ah Yan blinked and nodded slightly, but did not say a word. Jiang Yanwan continued tentatively: "Ah Yan, can you tell mother if there is anything wrong with you?"

Ah Yan opened his mouth, but no sound came out. There was a flash of confusion and panic in his eyes, as if he also realized something.

Doctor Zhao stepped forward and patted Jiang Yanwan on the shoulder. "Doctor Jiang, your child is out of danger, but the plague has caused some damage to his body and nervous system. It may take a long time for him to recover."

Jiang Yanwan held her son's hand tightly, her throat choking with sobs: "Doctor Zhao, will Ah Yan...will he be able to speak in the future?"

Doctor Zhao was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "At present, Ah Yan's language function has been severely affected. We will do our best to treat him, but you must be prepared for a long-term recovery."

Jiang Yanwan took a deep breath and held back her tears. "Thank you, Doctor Zhao. No matter what, I will not give up."

Doctor Zhao nodded, gave some instructions, and then left the inner hall. Jiang Yanwan watched him leave with mixed feelings.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the palace, followed by the figures of Wu Junyao and Lan Tianyu. They had obviously just experienced a fierce battle, with fatigue and determination on their faces.

"Yan Wan, how is A Yan?" Wu Junyao asked first, his eyes full of worry.

Jiang Yanwan sighed and briefly explained the situation. Lan Tianyu frowned, "It seems that the enemy's plague is not only a weapon, but also part of a conspiracy. We must find an antidote as soon as possible to deal with future threats."

Wu Junyao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Zhao Zheng has found some clues of the enemy on the periphery, we need to act immediately."

Jiang Yanwan held Wu Junyao's hand, with a determined light in her eyes: "I must stay here to take care of Ah Yan, you guys go, I will try my best to coordinate the resources in the palace to help you."

Lan Tianyu smiled gratefully: "Yan Wan, don't worry, we will definitely find a solution."

Jiang Yanwan stood up from the bed, resisting the fatigue of her body. She knew she couldn't fall down. She had to find a way to cure Ah Yan, not only for her son, but also to protect the entire palace from the plague.

After consulting with the imperial doctors, they provided her with some clues, but these herbs were not common, and some of them had even disappeared from the market. Jiang Yanwan decided to look for them herself, and she took a few capable assistants with her to start her arduous search.

They passed through the bustling streets, entered the desolate forest, and crossed several steep mountains. Every time they found a medicinal herb, Jiang Yanwan felt like she had found a treasure, and even spent a high price to buy it. But she could not find the last key medicinal herb, "Green Frost Grass".

One night, when they were resting in a small village at the foot of the mountain, they heard an old man mention that he had seen this kind of grass in the mountains. Jiang Yanwan was very excited and decided to set off overnight.

"Doctor Jiang, it's so late. Why don't we wait until daybreak?" an assistant suggested.

"No, I can't waste time. Every second is a matter of life and death for Ayan." Jiang Yanwan answered firmly.

Seeing her determination, the assistants said nothing more and followed her. They trudged through the dense forest, with thorns all along the way, blurring their vision. The cold wind was biting, but Jiang Yanwan did not flinch.

Finally, at the moment before dawn, they found the legendary green frost grass in a hidden valley. Jiang Yanwan was so excited that tears filled her eyes. She carefully pulled up the grass roots and put them in the medicine basket.

"Let's go back." Jiang Yanwan's voice was full of fatigue and satisfaction.

After returning to the palace, Jiang Yanwan immediately started to make the antidote. She didn't sleep for several days and nights, constantly testing and mixing. Finally, one night, the antidote was formed.

When she brought the antidote to Ah Yan's bed, she almost fainted. She looked at her son's face, carefully fed him the antidote, then held his hand tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

A few days later, Ah Yan's complexion improved significantly, and his voice gradually recovered. Seeing all this, Jiang Yanwan was filled with relief, but due to long-term fatigue and tension, her body gradually could not support it.

"Mother..." A Yan called out in a weak but clear voice.

Jiang Yanwan's eyes widened in surprise, and then her eyes became moist: "Ayan, you can finally speak."

A Yan nodded. Although his eyes were still weak, they sparkled with hope.