Not long after, Dong Huiying fed Father Chen a few small water-dissolved pills, "Let him sleep a while, and he will feel better when he wakes up tomorrow." Afterward, she stood up, looking at Wei City under the night sky. How many people were enduring pain and suffering from the epidemic at this moment? And if nothing is done, this Wei City is afraid it will become a dead city. "Shopkeeper Lin, you go, don’t mind me." The middle-aged man pushed Shopkeeper Lin aside, then covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughing continuously. Shopkeeper Lin’s eyes were reddened: "How can I leave? You saved my life!" This middle-aged man was named Hou Su, originally a wine merchant, owning a tavern in Wei City. He came to Wei City to inspect his tavern’s business, but unfortunately encountered this disaster and was now severely ill, trapped in the city. "This epidemic is too fierce, I don’t have much time left." Hou Su sighed lightly. Shopkeeper Lin was full of reluctance, "Owner, the letter has been sent. If you hold on a bit longer, you will be saved!" Hou Su shook his head, having accepted reality. "The mountain is far, the road is long, and it might be too late. Who knows how long it will take for the letter to return, I’m afraid I won’t make it till then." Shopkeeper Lin was in tears and overwhelmed with grief, but he insisted on staying. Without his care, Hou Su’s already limited time would be even shorter. Hou Su couldn’t convince him otherwise, so he gathered his strength and asked, "How much food is left in our tavern?" Shopkeeper Lin replied, "Only half a bag left." On the third day after the disaster, some refugees had already gathered outside Wei City. Hou Su had a kind heart and distributed the tavern’s stored grain to those refugees, which attracted more and more people to gather outside the city. Hou Su pondered, unable to eat much himself, there was enough for Shopkeeper Lin for half a day. He just worried that with Shopkeeper Lin always by his side, he might pass the illness to him, which would be regrettable. "It’s late, you’re tired too, get some rest." Hou Su said this, and Shopkeeper Lin didn’t disturb him further, helping him with his quilt before stepping away with tears in his eyes. Get full chapters from novel~fire~net But after Shopkeeper Lin left, Hou Su sat up again, listened to the outside for any noise, and knowing no one was there, put on his shoes, and stumbled out, clinging to the wall. Old Lin was a good person. Life and death are destiny, he couldn’t drag Shopkeeper Lin down with him. He muffled his coughs, struggling to move step by step, dizzy, and had to stop to catch his breath every couple of steps. The next morning, when Shopkeeper Lin came to Hou Su’s room, he found Hou Su was gone. He was stunned but couldn’t find Hou Su anywhere. Shopkeeper Lin quickly realized what had happened, but the more he understood, the more it hurt. How could the Owner be so kind? He’s an old fool who has lived long enough, and he’s not afraid of death!! February was still very cold, Dong Huiying cleared out a space and burned every corpse she found. When encountering those gravely ill from the epidemic, she brought them back to this cleared place and treated them with patience. Although she didn’t carry much medicine, her pouch was filled with various gu, among which one was quite special; it specifically targeted the epidemic. Once it circulated in the body, it could take away part of the illness. She took in many people here, with Maid Chen Bi bustling around, and with Father Chen’s health much improved, the father and daughter helped take care of these patients.