Eavesdropping on Fu Bao's inner thoughts, emptying the stored grain and fleeing the famine

After making all the necessary preparations, Lian Rongrong led everyone into the South City.

Nancheng should have been a more prosperous place than Liangye City, but now it is a desolate scene.

The once bustling streets became deserted, and vendors stopped hawking their wares, instead keeping their stalls closed for fear of being infected by the plague.

Some people wearing homemade coarse cloth masks hurried through the streets and alleys, and no one knew what they were rushing for.

Is it for the loved ones waiting to die at home? Or for the last glimmer of hope for survival?

Occasionally, one or two clinics can be seen on both sides of the street, filled with patients who are pale-faced and groaning in pain.

The shadow of plague loomed over the southern city, making everyone living there feel incredibly oppressed and suffocated.

Although Lian Rongrong has experienced three years of the pandemic, this is the first time in her life that she has been so truly in the epicenter of the epidemic.

As a doctor, Ruan Nianzhi immediately threw himself into the intense rescue efforts upon entering Nancheng. Although Lian Rongrong didn't know anything about medicine, she did her best to help.

To ensure safety, Lian Rongrong instructed her elder brother and sister-in-law to lead everyone through the city as quickly as possible. She, however, remained in the city temporarily because of Ruan Nianzhi.

“Rongrong, you could have left first.” Ruan Nianzhi felt a little guilty, after all, Rongrong stayed behind entirely because of him.

“Brother Ruan, didn’t you say we’re family?” Lian Rongrong smiled slightly, though the smile was hidden behind her mask.

Even so, Ruan Nianzhi could imagine how beautiful the smile behind the mask must be.

"Brother Ruan, have you figured out what kind of plague is in the southern city?" Lian Rongrong asked, looking at the people passing by.

Half of them were pale and unsteady on their feet.

Ruan Nianzhi looked around, then sighed and said, "It's malaria."

"Malaria?" Lian Rongrong had heard of this disease before. Malaria is still an infectious disease that is prevalent in some underdeveloped areas in modern times.

However, for 21st-century medicine, malaria is no longer a major epidemic that is certain to kill.

As far as Lian Rongrong knows, quinine and artemisinin can treat this disease.

However, the current problem is that Lian Rongrong really doesn't know how to bring these special medicines to Ruan Nianzhi.

"Rongrong, this thing you call a mask is really a treasure. It's so much better than the face shields we usually make ourselves."

"Where did this thing come from?" Just as Lian Rongrong was worrying, Ruan Nianzhi suddenly started praising the benefits of face masks.

Startled by the question, Lian Rongrong was momentarily taken aback, but she quickly regained her composure and replied:

“My dad and brothers brought it back. They are away from home most of the year, so they have a lot of new and interesting things to see.”

Ruan Nianzhi said "Oh" without thinking much of it, since he didn't know what Lian Yijun had brought back.

"It seems that even Brother Lian and the others are truly knowledgeable and worldly-wise," Ruan Nianzhi casually remarked.

"It's alright, it's alright," Lian Rongrong replied somewhat awkwardly.

At this moment, Ruan Nianzhi had no time to pay attention to Lian Rongrong's expression.

After all, the most important thing right now is to treat the patients in the southern city who have contracted the plague.

Ruan Nianzhi dared not be careless in the slightest, and devoted all his knowledge to prescribing medicine to treat the illness.

But there were just too many patients. Ruan Nianzhi had time to see them, but not time to prepare medicine for everyone.

Moreover, since he was new to the southern city and did not have his own pharmacy, he had to find many of the medicines in the prescriptions himself.

For the first time, Ruan Nianzhi truly understood what it meant to be a skilled cook without rice.

However, his predicament gave Lian Rongrong an opportunity. Just as Ruan Nianzhi was in a dilemma, Lian Rongrong suddenly stepped forward bravely.

"Brother Ruan, leave the task of getting the medicine and decocting it to me."

Ruan Nianzhi glanced at Lian Rongrong, hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and replied, "Okay, be careful."

Ruan Nianzhi believed in Lian Rongrong's abilities; he was just a little worried about letting her leave alone.

Ruan Nianzhi was unaware that what Lian Rongrong wanted was this time to leave alone.

After leaving under the pretext of getting medicine, Lian Rongrong found a secluded place.

She took out all the medicine from the space and poured it into a medicine jar.

In this way, those miracle drugs from the 21st century were delivered to patients without anyone knowing.

Of course, even Rongrong couldn't make sure that all patients could access the effective medication.

Therefore, she actually went to the pharmacy to get the medicine and brew it according to Ruan Nianzhi's prescription.

It turned out that Lian Rongrong's special medicine was indeed more effective than Ruan Nianzhi's. However, Ruan Nianzhi's prescription did indeed play a role in controlling malaria.

With the combined efforts of the two forces, the epidemic in the southern part of the city was finally brought under control.

After the plague stopped spreading and people's symptoms were relieved, Lian Rongrong and Ruan Nianzhi prepared to leave.

Seven days had passed since they entered the southern city.

Ruan Nianzhi and Lian Rongrong were both exhausted. But seeing that the people of Nancheng no longer had despair in their eyes, Lian Rongrong felt that it was all worth it.

Ruan Nianzhi eventually left the prescription with the local pharmacy, and Lian Rongrong secretly kept a lot of masks as well.

After doing all this, the two left the south city and went outside the city to find their families who had been waiting for them for seven days.

Lian Yijun and his group did not dare to go far. Because of the plague in Nancheng, they did not dare to settle in nearby towns. Therefore, they finally set up camp and rested in an open space on the outskirts of Nancheng.

When Lian Rongrong and Ruan Nianzhi returned to the group, the cheers were as if the two had won a victory on the battlefield.

"Oh my, my little darling, you're finally back! You have no idea how worried we were."

Mother hasn't slept well for several days, and your eldest brother goes to look near the city gate every day.

We were worried about you, but we didn't want to cause you any trouble.

Lin Chuyue became somewhat rambling in her excitement. Even Rongrong enjoyed listening to this rambling.

However, before the sisters-in-law could even exchange a few words, Wenhui ran into trouble.

"Auntie, godmother has a fever." Xiao Wu appeared in front of Lian Rongrong without anyone noticing.

She anxiously tugged at Lian Rongrong's skirt, looking as if she was genuinely worried.

Lian Rongrong and Ruan Nianzhi were both startled upon hearing this; a fever at this time was probably not a good sign.

"From now on, no one is allowed to enter Second Sister-in-law's tent. Mother, you can't go back either."

Lian Rongrong patted her mother's hand reassuringly, then turned to Lian Yijun and said:

"Big brother, let's prepare a separate tent for Mother and Xiaowu."

"Okay," Lian Yijun replied.

But no sooner had the brother and sister finished speaking than Xiao Wu suddenly rushed over, crying, and said:

“Auntie, I’m not leaving. I have to take care of my godmother. Xiao Wu isn’t afraid of death, but my godmother can’t be left unattended.”

Xiao Wu's gratitude earned her the favor of many.

However, no one would actually let a six-year-old child take on the responsibility of caring for Wenhui.

In the end, Xiao Wu was still placed in a separate tent for isolation along with Lian's mother.

Lian Rongrong, on the other hand, joined Ruan Nianzhi in taking on the responsibility of treating Wen Hui.