General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

Shen Luo arrived in Liyuan County on the morning of the third day.

Upon entering Liyuan territory, he dispatched all six of his bodyguards.

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Shen Luo noticed something amiss the moment he first saw the map of Longcheng.

The cities that the rebels attacked and occupied were all south of Longcheng, so why did they occupy only Longyou County, which is in the north?

Unlike other forces, the rebels are few in number. Such a deployment would only waste manpower defending the city, and there is no guarantee that they could hold it.

However, Shen Luo, a veteran of countless battles, understands that on the battlefield, every seemingly irrational choice is actually the most rational arrangement.

If this arrangement doesn't involve two types of rebels simultaneously, there's only one possible outcome.

The rebels' main base is in the north.

Because they didn't want their base to be discovered, after occupying Longyou, they went to great lengths to occupy the counties of Nanjiao and Weishan, planning to use Weishan as a route to capture Longcheng.

With this in mind, the answer to where the headquarters is becomes obvious.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

So he came to Liyuan County to prepare in advance.

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After the guards left, Shen Luo rode his horse around the border between Liyuan County and Longyou County, which was occupied by the rebels, several times.

Unsurprisingly, they found traces of a large army that had passed through.

The trail extends all the way to Longyou County.

Shen Luo didn't do much research. He found a wild stable, tied the horse inside, and went into the city alone.

After entering the city, he wandered the streets alone, hoping to meet someone he was destined to meet.

He hadn't walked far when, "Bang—bang," the door of a house he had just passed was suddenly flung open from the inside. The already rickety wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud crash before falling down.

Shen Luo saw a young man carrying an old man on his back run out of the room.

"Mother, Mother, hang in there, I'll go find the miracle doctor right away."

"A miracle doctor?" Shen Luo's ears twitched, automatically picking up on the keyword.

It turns out that the miracle doctor that Nineteen mentioned was in Liyuan County.

He turned his foot and caught up with the young man.

The group walked through three streets and arrived just as Tang Yiqing had set up his stall.

"Miracle doctor, miracle doctor, please take a look at my mother. She was fine this morning, but around noon she suddenly started having difficulty breathing, then developed a high fever that wouldn't go down, and red spots appeared on her body."

The young man rolled up the old man's sleeve, and sure enough, his arm was covered with a dense array of red spots, making one dizzy just looking at it.

Tang Yiqing frowned after just one glance. He felt the old woman's pulse and looked at the young man: "Tell me the truth, her symptoms shouldn't have just appeared today, right?"

The man was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting the miracle doctor to be able to see through it.

He had no choice but to stammer out the truth: "Yes, the red spots appeared the day before yesterday, but the old man didn't feel any discomfort, so we didn't pay much attention to it."

Tang Yiqing suddenly became angry: "There's a plague everywhere these days, and one of the symptoms is red spots on the body. You're telling me you didn't pay much attention to it!"

"That's because she didn't tell us back then that she had hidden some silver," the man said in a low voice.

Shen Luo heard it clearly, but he didn't know if the miracle doctor had heard it either.

Tang Yiqing busied himself rummaging through his tattered bundle to treat the old man: "I can't guarantee I can save him, I can only try my best."

"No, miracle doctor, you are my last hope." Hearing this, the man panicked. "Please save her. As long as you can save my mother, I'll give you 70% of the silver she hid, 30% of it to me, 60% of it to you, or even half to each of us."

Tang Yiqing ignored him, pried open the old woman's eyelids, pulled out her tongue to examine the coating, and then began to carefully take her pulse.

The man stood silently to the side, so nervous he almost forgot to breathe.

Tang Yiqing withdrew his hand and took out several slender silver needles from his waist pouch.

He quickly stabbed the old woman in the head and chest, staring intently at her reaction.

After a while, the old man's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and the red spots on his face began to fade.

Tang Yiqing's brows finally relaxed a little.

He carefully removed the silver needles, picked up his pen, began writing on the prescription, and then started dispensing the medicine.

"Although she has been infected with the plague for quite some time, fortunately, she has a strong will to live. Based on this, I used some strong medicines that are usually only used by young people, which may help her recover."

When the young man heard that "she had a strong will to live," he was visibly taken aback. He looked down at the pale-faced old woman lying there, pursed his lips, and said, "Thank you, miracle doctor."

Shen Luo stood by and silently witnessed the whole thing.

After that person left, Tang Yiqing continued to tidy up the stall.

Shen Luo stepped forward and bowed first: "Divine Doctor, I have long admired your name."

Tang Yiqing looked at the imposing man in front of him. Although he had never met any great figures, he had a feeling that this man was no ordinary person.

He returned the greeting: "Esteemed benefactor, is there anything I can help you with?"

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a faint black mist between the man's eyebrows, swirling and churning within them.

It is a sign of illness, but not a plague.

Shen Luo looked at the faded white cloth on the other person's stall, the chair with half its back broken behind it, and the bundle with several patches sewn on.

There was silence for a while.

He took out two silver ingots from his sleeve.

“Divine Doctor, I am from Longcheng. I recently contracted the plague, but was fortunate enough to be saved by you. I have now recovered and have come to express my gratitude.” He placed the silver in front of Tang Yiqing.

Tang Yiqing quickly pushed the silver back: "You misunderstood. I don't accept money when I make house calls. My medicines are all picked from the nearby mountains. They are taken from the people and used for the people. You don't need to spend money to buy them."

Shen Luo pried his hand away and forcibly placed the silver on the table.

"As far as I know, there are a few herbs that the miracle doctor should not be able to find on the mountain. If you want to get them for your patients, you should go to the pharmacy to buy them."

He glanced at Tang Yiqing's bundle of herbs and saw that some herbs were plentiful while others were pitifully few.

"Moreover, the divine physician should understand that the plague in this city spreads extremely quickly, and the medicinal herbs on the mountain cannot save everyone at all. Soon you will need to go to the pharmacy to buy a large quantity of medicinal herbs," Shen Luo continued.

“In this situation, pharmacies will take the opportunity to raise the prices of the medicines you need.”

Tang Yiqing fell silent, because what the other person said was indeed true.

Yes... just like that unscrupulous herbal medicine merchant.

Tang Yiqing currently only buys three kinds of medicinal herbs from the pharmacy, but after the pharmacy noticed his need for them, it actually raised the selling price of those three herbs separately.

He was angry, but there was nothing he could do but grit his teeth and buy it.

The person in front of you may look like an ordinary person at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you'll find that his black clothes are covered with colorful patterns, indicating that they are of high quality.

His entire being screams: He's got plenty of money.

Tang Yiqing was somewhat conflicted.

Shen Luo pushed the silver forward again: "Divine Doctor, please accept this as a way to save more people."