Fleeing from famine? Not a chance; the divine healer's wife made her fortune.

The sudden arrival of the epidemic marked the beginning of hardship.

Su Yunlan looked at the patient's flushed cheeks and burning forehead, and her heart sank.

An ominous premonition loomed over her like a dark cloud.

This is not a common cold, but...

Epidemic!

Having lived two lives, she was all too familiar with these chilling symptoms.

The surrounding exiles began to stir, and whispers of fear spread like venomous snakes.

"Plague! It's the plague!" a woman screamed, clutching her child tightly, her eyes filled with terror.

A tense atmosphere quickly filled the air, and the crowd began to back away, as if the patient were some terrifying monster.

Su Yunlan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She knew that panic would only make things worse.

She must bring the situation under control as soon as possible.

"Don't panic, everyone!" she said loudly, her tone firm and strong. "Let me take a look first!" She squatted down and carefully examined the patient's condition.

The patient's breathing was rapid and shallow, and small red rashes appeared on his skin, which felt burning hot to the touch.

Su Yunlan's brows furrowed more and more, and she became even more certain of her judgment.

"Pretentious!" Doctor Qian's sarcastic voice came from the crowd. "A country bumpkin dares to claim she can cure diseases? I think you're just trying to make money off the chaos!" His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

The exiles around them, already filled with fear and unease, were now even more shaken.

Some people began to whisper among themselves, their gazes towards Su Yunlan filled with suspicion.

Su Yunlan ignored the doctor's provocation; she didn't have time to argue with him.

She must find a way to control the epidemic as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

She took out silver needles from her medicine box, preparing to perform acupuncture treatment.

"Stop!" Doctor Qian grabbed Su Yunlan's wrist. "Are you trying to kill him? If you don't know medicine, don't do things recklessly!"

Su Yunlan abruptly shook off Doctor Qian's hand, her eyes icy cold. "If you dare to stop me again, I will..." "...I will be ruthless to you!" Su Yunlan's eyes were sharp as knives, and she exuded a chilling aura.

The doctor was taken aback by her sudden aura and involuntarily took a step back.

Just then, a deep and authoritative voice rang out: "Enough!" Xiao Yuhan pushed through the crowd and walked to Su Yunlan's side. His tall figure was like a mountain, blocking all the questioning gazes.

He glared at Doctor Qian, his eyes flashing with cold light: "Doctor Qian, Yunlan's medical skills are far superior to yours. If you dare to obstruct me again, you will bear the consequences!"

Doctor Qian was so frightened by Xiao Yuhan's imposing manner that his face turned pale, and his lips trembled a few times, but he dared not say anything more.

Although he was jealous of Su Yunlan's medical skills, he also knew how capable Xiao Yuhan was, so he could only shut his mouth in frustration.

Xiao Yuhan's appearance warmed Su Yunlan's heart. She glanced at him gratefully and then continued to treat the patients.

She first stabilized the patient's condition with acupuncture, and then began to think about how to solve the problem of scarce medical resources.

Although she carried a lot of medicine with her, it was still far from enough to treat so many patients.

Su Yunlan carefully examined the patient's condition and found that this disease was very similar to an infectious disease she had encountered in modern times.

The initial symptoms of this disease are similar to those of a cold, but it can worsen rapidly and become life-threatening if left untreated.

Her brows were furrowed, and she was extremely anxious.

She must find a way to control the epidemic as soon as possible, otherwise the entire exile team will be in danger.

She looked around and her gaze fell on a grove of trees not far away.

She vaguely remembered that a herb grew in that forest that might be used to treat the epidemic.

“Yuhan,” Su Yunlan looked up at Xiao Yuhan, “I need to go to the woods to gather some medicinal herbs.”

Xiao Yuhan nodded, his eyes filled with worry: "I'll go with you."

Su Yunlan held his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, and felt a little more at ease.

She knew that no matter what happened, he would be by her side, giving her support and strength.

Just then, Hunter Chen walked over, a hint of hesitation on his face: "Madam Su, I also want to help..." His voice was a little hoarse, and there was a trace of unease in his eyes.

Su Yunlan noticed his evasive gaze, and her heart stirred. Following his gaze, she saw a pale-faced little boy with chapped lips in the crowd—Feng Xiaohai.

Hunter Chen's voice choked with emotion, "My child... seems to have caught this disease too..."

Xiao Yuhan's large hand enveloped Su Yunlan's slightly cold fingers, and warmth spread from his palm to her tense heart.

“Don’t worry, Yunlan,” his voice was deep and strong, like a shot of adrenaline, soothing her anxiety. “I believe in you.” Su Yunlan looked up and met his deep eyes.

There was not a trace of doubt there, only unwavering trust and encouragement, as if saying: I'm here for you.

This silent promise gave her immense strength in this chaotic and panicked moment.

Su Yunlan ignored the doctor's sarcastic remarks and turned to walk towards the familiar woods.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the leaves, dappled light and shadow danced on the ground, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and herbs.

Su Yunlan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and images and properties of various herbs flashed through her mind.

Artemisia, mugwort, houttuynia cordata...

These wild grasses, which are insignificant to others, are life-saving medicines in Su Yunlan's eyes.

She quickly identified several herbs that could be used to alleviate the symptoms and picked them deftly.

The rough leaves rubbed against her fingertips, causing a slight stinging sensation.

But she couldn't worry about that; time was of the essence, and she had to prepare the medicine as soon as possible.

Back at the camp, Su Yunlan didn't even have time to rest before immediately starting to process the herbs she had picked.

She carefully washed the herbs, then chopped and mashed them with a knife she carried with her, and finally added some clean water to make a paste.

A faint herbal scent wafted through the air, clashing with the pervasive atmosphere of panic.

Doctor Qian watched coldly from the sidelines, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips.

"Playing tricks!" he muttered under his breath. "These weeds, you think they can cure diseases? That's just wishful thinking!"

Su Yunlan ignored his sarcasm and applied the prepared ointment evenly to Feng Xiaohai's forehead and chest.

The cool sensation of the ointment made Feng Xiaohai shiver slightly. He opened his eyes and looked at Su Yunlan in a daze.

Su Yunlan gave him a gentle smile and softly stroked his forehead.

“Don’t be afraid, child,” her voice was soft and reassuring, “you will be alright.”

As Chen the hunter watched Su Yunlan's skillful movements, his previously anxious heart gradually calmed down.

He noticed that Su Yunlan's every move was full of confidence and composure, as if everything was under her control.

He looked at the ointment in Su Yunlan's hand, then at Feng Xiaohai who was gradually calming down, and a glimmer of hope suddenly welled up in his heart.

As Dr. Qian watched Su Yunlan's actions, the cold smile on his face gradually froze.

He originally thought Su Yunlan was just putting on an act, but he didn't expect her to actually start using herbal medicine to treat her illness.

Moreover, judging from Feng's appearance, he seems to have genuinely improved...

Su Yunlan handed the remaining ointment to Chen the hunter, saying, "Apply the remaining ointment to him every two hours."

Hunter Chen accepted the ointment with both hands, as if holding a precious treasure, and carefully put it away.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to express his gratitude.

“Lady Su…” Hunter Chen’s voice was a little hoarse, “I…”

Su Yunlan turned to look at him, her eyes filled with encouragement.

Hunter Chen took a deep breath, "I..." He paused, his gaze falling on the pestle in Su Yunlan's hand...

Hunter Chen rubbed his rough hands together and finally mustered up his courage to say, "Miss Su, I'll go help you gather herbs! I know a lot of herbs; I used to go up the mountain with my dad to gather herbs when I was little." A simple, honest smile appeared on his dark face, as if he had found a way to repay Su Yunlan.

Su Yunlan readily agreed, as Chen the hunter's familiarity with the mountains and forests would undoubtedly be a great help.

Chen the Hunter's actions inspired the other exiles.

Seeing that Feng's condition had improved, a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

“I’ll go too! I know a herb that can stop bleeding!” A young woman stepped forward, her eyes shining with determination.

"I'll go help boil the water!"

"I can help take care of the patient!"

More and more exiles joined in to help.

Some of them went to gather herbs, some to take care of patients, and some to boil water. Everyone did their best to contribute.

The once lifeless camp gradually came alive.

Looking at the busy crowd, Su Yunlan felt a warm feeling well up in her heart.

She felt an unprecedented sense of unity and hope.

This strengthened her resolve to overcome the epidemic.

She sorted the herbs she had collected and then began to brew the medicinal soup.

The air was filled with a strong herbal scent, which, though bitter, brought a sense of peace.

Doctor Qian stood aside, watching Su Yunlan's busy figure, his expression complex and hard to read.

He originally wanted to see Su Yunlan make a fool of herself, but he didn't expect that she would actually control the epidemic.

This made him both jealous and somewhat resentful.

He snorted coldly and turned to walk away.

As the sun sets, a fiery red cloud burns on the horizon.

Su Yunlan looked at the campsite that was gradually quieting down and felt a sense of relief.

She knew that the epidemic was not completely over, but they had seen a glimmer of hope.

However, at that moment, a cold voice broke the brief silence.

"Su Yunlan, come here for a moment." Magistrate Wu stood outside the crowd, his gloomy eyes fixed on Su Yunlan, a strange smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He waved, signaling Su Yunlan to come over.

A sense of foreboding rose in Su Yunlan's heart, but she still went over.

"Lord Wu, what are your orders?" Su Yunlan asked calmly.

Magistrate Wu looked Su Yunlan up and down. He lowered his voice and said slowly, "Su Yunlan, do you know... this plague originated from you?"