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

Jiang Yanwan leaned on the cushion of the carriage, her face still pale, but her eyes had regained some of their spirit.

Wu Junyao sat beside her, keeping his eyes on her, always paying attention to her condition.

Outside the carriage, the scenery flew by, and soon they arrived at the village shrouded in the shadow of the plague.

The scene in the village was bleak and depressing, and the air was filled with anxiety and despair.

The streets were empty, with only a few pedestrians passing by hurriedly, their faces covered with gauze and their eyes evasive.

In the distance, waves of heart-wrenching cries broke the silence, causing Jiang Yanwan's heart to tighten.

"Stop the car." She ordered softly. Although her voice was weak, it was firm and unquestionable.

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately stopped the carriage. Wu Junyao and Jiang Yanwan got off the carriage together and followed the sound.

Not far away, a thin little girl was being dragged roughly by two yamen runners. She was crying and struggling, her small body looking so helpless in the hands of adults.

Her mother stood by, in tears, but was held down by another yamen runner and could not get close to her child.

"Let her go!" Jiang Yanwan stepped forward quickly and shouted angrily.

The bailiffs were startled when they heard the voice, and turned to look at the woman who suddenly appeared, their eyes full of disdain.

"Who are you, you nosy woman? Get out of here!" One of the bailiffs said viciously, and the force on his hands increased, and the little girl's cries became even more shrill.

Jiang Yanwan frowned and was about to scold again, but she saw Wu Junyao quietly standing beside her. He swept his cold eyes over the yamen runners and said in a deep voice: "Do you know that this is Doctor Jiang who was sent by the emperor to deal with the plague?"

The bailiffs looked at each other in bewilderment, having obviously not expected that the seemingly weak woman in front of them was actually the doctor appointed by the emperor.

They looked terrified and quickly let go of the little girl, knelt on the ground and apologized repeatedly.

The little girl stumbled back into her mother's arms, and the mother and daughter hugged and cried. The scene was moving.

Jiang Yanwan walked forward, gently touched the little girl's head, and comforted her tenderly: "Don't be afraid, I will cure your illness and will not let you two be separated."

Then, she turned to the crowd and said in a firm and warm voice: "Although the plague is terrible, people's hearts cannot be scattered. From today on, I will do my best to fight this disaster with everyone. Please believe me, and please believe that we can overcome the difficulties together."

When the villagers heard this, hope was rekindled in their eyes and they gathered around, their gratitude beyond words.

Wu Junyao stood aside, watching all this silently, and his admiration for Jiang Yanwan increased even more.

He knew very well that this battle was not only a fight against the plague, but also a test of people's hearts.

As night fell, Jiang Yanwan and Wu Junyao were busy in the makeshift clinic, diagnosing the sick villagers one by one.

The flickering candlelight illuminated their focused and determined faces.

"Commander-in-chief, go and have a rest. I'm here." Jiang Yanwan said softly. She knew that Wu Junyao had not slept all night in order to retrieve the shengcao.

Wu Junyao shook his head: "I'm not tired, you rest first, I'll keep watch."

Jiang Yanwan smiled helplessly, but her heart was filled with warmth.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and a villager ran in in a panic: "Doctor Jiang, it's not good, several patients' conditions have suddenly worsened, please go and have a look!"

Jiang Yanwan and Wu Junyao looked at each other and immediately stood up.

"Lead the way." Jiang Yanwan said briefly and forcefully, following the villagers out.

Wu Junyao followed closely behind.

The night breeze was chilly. Jiang Yanwan and Wu Junyao quickly followed the anxious villager, passed through the dark and narrow alleys, and came to a dilapidated courtyard.

Under the moonlight, several figures huddled in the corner, groaning in pain one after another.

"Why are there so many patients here?" Jiang Yanwan frowned and asked in a low voice.

"They all fell ill recently, and their families were afraid of infection, so they secretly moved them here." The villagers explained guiltily, "We really had no choice, so..."

"I understand." Jiang Yanwan interrupted him, her eyes full of understanding and sympathy, "Now is not the time to blame, saving them is the top priority."

She quickly checked the conditions of several patients, her brows furrowed further and further.

The condition of these people was indeed more serious than those encountered before, with high fever and coughing up blood, which were obviously late-stage symptoms of the plague.

"Go get some medicine, and prepare hot water and clean towels." Jiang Yanwan ordered, and began to clean the patients' wounds and try to alleviate their pain.

Wu Junyao nodded, turned and left, and soon returned with the necessary items.

The two people cooperated tacitly, one was responsible for applying the pesticide and the other was responsible for care, working tensely and orderly.

"Doctor Jiang, can you really save us?" A weak voice sounded, coming from one of the seriously ill elderly people.

"Don't worry, old man. As long as I have a breath left, I won't give up." Jiang Yanwan answered gently, with a firm light in her eyes.

The treatment lasted until late at night. When the last ointment was applied to the back of the last patient, Jiang Yanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the side, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wu Junyao handed her a glass of water.

Jiang Yanwan took it and smiled: "Compared to their suffering, my suffering is nothing. However, we must find the root of the problem and why the supplies have not arrived, otherwise such tragedies will continue to happen."

"I'll check it out early tomorrow morning." Wu Junyao promised in a firm tone.

As the night grew deeper, the two men packed up briefly and decided to take turns keeping watch, just in case.

Jiang Yanwan lay down to rest first, while Wu Junyao sat aside, gazing at the starry sky outside the window, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

As the night deepened, a sense of tranquility finally returned to the village. Only the occasional cough reminded people that the crisis was not far away.

But in this silence, there seems to be a glimmer of hope, that is the spark of hope, quietly lighting up in everyone's heart.

The next morning, Jiang Yanwan woke up early and found that Wu Junyao was still in the same posture as last night, staring out the window, as if he had not slept all night.

She stood up gently, afraid to disturb him, but still alerted Wu Junyao's keen perception.

"You're awake. Did you sleep well last night?" Wu Junyao turned his head.

Jiang Yanwan shook her head and said softly, "I slept well, but you should go and get some rest."

"When it's daybreak, I'll go around the village and check on the supplies." Wu Junyao stood up and stretched his stiff limbs.

"Okay, then be careful." Jiang Yanwan warned.

After watching him leave, I began to prepare for a new day of medical treatment.

Soon, news came from the village that the little girl's condition had taken a turn for the worse, with a high fever and rapid breathing.