A Shocking Dream

It was an emotion that had been suppressed for too long, the exhaustion, grievance, and worry of countless days and nights finally released in this moment. She slumped to the ground, still clutching the now-empty box tightly in her hands. Her gaze never left the man who had once been a zombie and now had been transformed back into a human. Her eyes were filled with awe and emotion at the rekindled life.

The healed man lay weakly on the ground, his eyes still etched with fear and confusion, but his very presence was undoubtedly the best testament to this success. In the clinic's backyard, cheers, sobs, and sighs mingled, playing a melody of hope. In this dark world ravaged by plague and corpse poison, it was like a bright beacon, illuminating the path forward.

"Hurry, give these two pills to them. Remember not to mix them up. I'll get some more pills." Lin Wunian's eyes were firm. She handed the pills to Qin Ruoyu and ran out. She now had to hurry to prepare medicine to treat more people.

"All doctors, quickly follow Miss Lin!" Qin Rongchen shouted, his voice filled with unquestionable authority and urgency. Upon hearing this, the doctors hurried to follow Lin Wunian's figure.

Lin Wunian rushed all the way to the pharmacy, beads of sweat already oozing from her forehead, but her eyes remained focused and calm. She quickly scanned the medicine cabinets, expertly grabbing various herbs, her movements swift as a phantom. Grinding, blending, refining—each step was completed in one go, without a single step of delay.

"Miss Lin, does the dosage of this medicinal ingredient need to be adjusted?" a young doctor asked cautiously.

Lin Wuyi didn't even raise his head and quickly replied, "No need. Only by following this dosage can the best effect be achieved. This disease is coming on so violently that we don't have time to think twice. We can only rely on experience and give it a try."

Qin Ruoyu carefully held the red pill in his hands, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. His pace unconsciously quickened as he hurried towards the patient. His eyes flickered with a complex light, and nervousness and excitement intertwined in his heart. This pill was no ordinary pill. Each one embodied countless days and nights of painstaking effort by Lin Wunian, and it was the ray of hope that would bring these patients back to life.

Qin Ruoyu recalled Lin Wunian's intense focus as he developed the pill, the days of sleepless nights, failure after failure, yet never once giving up. "I must succeed," he muttered silently, his hands trembling slightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He feared a single mistake would betray the weight of his heart and expectations, hoping only to get the pill to the patient as quickly as possible.

Inside the room, a glimmer of hope permeated the silence. The patients who had taken the red pill had already shown significant improvement. Their faces, once as pale as paper, were gradually tinged with the color of life, and their weak, erratic breathing had evened out, like withered trees rekindled with new life.

Qin Ruoyu stood quietly by, his eyes fixed on the patients' transformation, his heart filled with shock. Those who had been tormented by illness and lifeless now had a rosy complexion, their breathing no longer so faint and heartbreaking. The vitality of life was gradually returning to them. This miraculous scene made Qin Ruoyu's heart surge like a turbulent sea, unable to calm down.

Just then, Kanan walked in with light steps. She was wearing a lavender dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, beautiful and graceful. The moment Qin Ruoyu saw her, he subconsciously took a deep breath and tried to suppress his inner excitement. He didn't want to lose his composure in front of Kanan, but his slightly trembling fingers still betrayed him.

With light lotus steps, she slowly approached the patient who was getting better. With concern and curiosity in her eyes, she opened her cherry lips and asked softly, "How do you feel?" Her voice was as gentle as water, like a spring breeze blowing through people's hearts, which seemed to ease the tense atmosphere in the ward a little.

Upon hearing this gentle inquiry, the elderly patients all forced a smile. The old man slowly raised his hand, his voice still a little weak, but full of gratitude: "Miss, much better. This medicine is amazing. I feel stronger and my breathing is smoother." Kana Kana leaned forward slightly, listening carefully to the patient's answer. A strand of hair slipped from her shoulder, adding a touch of delicate beauty to her appearance.

Qin Ruoyu stood aside, his gaze shifting between Kankan and the patient, a mixture of emotions welling up in his chest. He was delighted at the patient's improvement, yet also a bit uneasy about Kankan's presence. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his racing heartbeat proved difficult to fully control.

Zeng Mu stood in the center of the crowd, looking at those pairs of eyes full of desire and anxiety, and shouted loudly: "Miss Lin and the doctors are now refining a large number of pills. Everyone will be out of danger. Please be patient!" His voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the air, trying to penetrate the panic and anxiety.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment, as if digesting this sudden hope. Then, a buzz of discussion erupted in the crowd. A haggard woman, cradling a frail child, tears welling in her eyes, asked, "Really? Is there still hope for my child?" A hunched old man trembled as he asked, "When will the pills be ready? I can wait, but I'm worried about my seriously ill son..."

Zeng Mu raised his hand for silence and continued, "Miss Lin and the doctors have been working day and night to prepare the pills. We won't keep you waiting too long. However, the refining process must follow certain procedures. Please trust their efforts." However, the crowd's restlessness did not subside. Some began to surge forward, hoping to get closer to Zeng Mu, as if that would bring them closer to hope. "We want to see the pills for ourselves!" "Can you give my patient some first?" cries echoed.

Zeng Mu sighed inwardly. He understood everyone's anxiety, but the situation was becoming increasingly difficult to control. Several constables rushed over and stood beside Zeng Mu, attempting to contain the uncontrolled crowd. Zeng Mu raised his voice again, "There's no point in panicking like this. Disrupting the order of pill refining will only delay everyone's treatment! Please go back. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news!" Thanks to the guards' efforts and Zeng Mu's persuasion, the crowd gradually subsided, but the eyes fixed on Zeng Mu were still filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Time passed quietly in the busyness, and Lin Wunian finally succeeded in refining a new batch of pills. She breathed a sigh of relief, and without taking a break, she hurried back to the ward with the pills.