The mistress was busy using Gu Art to save people. Despite its mostly sinister nature, if used appropriately, this technique can rival Divine Medicine, producing miraculous effects. Lao Si, Liang Haoming and Lao Wu, Liang Yuening, the brothers look out for each other, running around the city collecting food and making a daily trip to the gate, bringing the collected supplies to the disaster victims outside the city. Actually, they could have opened the gates and let those victims in, but Dong Huiying thought about it and decided against doing anything unnecessary. Now, Wei City is deathly still. Even though there is food within the city, it is unsafe due to the pestilence. Letting in outsiders might not be salvation but harm. Haoming and Yue Ning have become little thieves stealing food. They don’t bother with regular folks, preferring to target the wealthy households of old Wei City. This, in turn, has stirred up some fear and resentment among the people. The rightful source is noveⅼfire.net "Those two scoundrels are utterly hateful! Each bite of food means less for us. The City Lord commanded a lockdown, not allowing anyone in or out, and inside looks ; each bite is dear!" "I heard about a doctor at the North Gate, but who knows if it’s true? Every day burning corpses and seemingly taking in quite a few people?" "Heh, meddlesome! Few dare to meddle in this world, like the Owner of that tavern, squandering his grain instead of keeping it well-hidden, giving it to those peasants outside. I reckon he gorged himself to the brim. But that surname Hou, I heard he’s quite sick, probably can’t hold on much longer." "It’s self-inflicted. If he’d kept the grain, maybe he could have had Doctor Sun treat him. Right now, food is not just for survival but is crucial for saving and curing!" Hou Su wandered outside for two days, realizing his health was worsening. Starving one day, he emerged from the ruins he was temporarily staying in, pondering if he could find something to eat. After a couple of steps, he suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. The Liang brothers, each carrying a sack of grain, walked past here. Lao Si, Haoming, piled the sack from his shoulder onto Little Wu, then casually picked up Hou Su’s corpse. The mistress instructed, if they saw unattended corpses outside, to burn them. If they saw living people, to bring them back for treatment. Haoming initially thought Hou Su, lying motionless on the ground, was dead. But upon touching him, realized there was still warmth and so refrained from burning him, instead carrying him away. When the brothers returned, they saw the second brother holding a rope, dragging behind him a long, trailing line... Was it living or dead? Shu Yu’s temperament was such that helping to save someone was already commendable. The people he dragged back with ropes were all alive, but these people were so filthy that he couldn’t possibly, like his two younger brothers, carry whatever dirty and smelly things on himself. Returning to the mistress, Shu Yu dropped the rope and, wearing a disgusted expression, rushed to the basin to wash his hands. He felt miserable. Earthquake, disaster relief—ever since joining the mistress and brothers in rescuing, dust and dirt, if not bloodstains, all disgusting, all uncomfortable. He’d been so affected by these filthy things these days that he’d lost weight. Dong Huiying glanced at him. Was this considered building her happiness on the pain of others? Watching the second master of her family, clearly hating it to death, yet still restraining his obsessive cleanliness to search for living people, she felt a bit unkindly amused.