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

Facing false accusations, he was determined to save her.

Upon hearing this, Su Yunlan's anger flared up instantly, like an uncontrollable volcanic eruption.

She looked at Magistrate Wu in disbelief. This corrupt and lawless official dared to distort the truth and frame her!

“Lord Wu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want! How could a mere weak woman like me bring this epidemic to us?” Su Yunlan tried her best to suppress her anger, her gaze as sharp as a knife as she stared at Magistrate Wu.

Magistrate Wu's lips curled into a sinister smile, as if he had already anticipated Su Yunlan's reaction.

He cleared his throat, his sharp voice piercing the tranquility of dusk: "Tsk tsk, Su, you're mistaken. Don't forget, you were the first patient you came into contact with in this camp! If not you, then who?" As he spoke, he pointed at Su Yunlan, as if she were the culprit.

Seeing this, Master Ma immediately jumped out, wagging his tail like a vicious dog begging for mercy. His sharp and sarcastic voice rang out: "Yes, everyone, think about it. This Su family has an unknown background. Who knows what dirty things she carries? Moreover, she insisted on being quarantined before, which is clearly because she has a guilty conscience!" He added fuel to the fire and fabricated lies. Every word was like a nail, stabbing hard at Su Yunlan.

The exiles around them began to whisper among themselves, and their initial trust in Su Yunlan began to waver.

They looked at Su Yunlan with suspicion, pointing and whispering amongst themselves.

A tense atmosphere instantly filled the camp, and people instinctively moved away from Su Yunlan, as if she had truly become the plague itself.

Su Yunlan felt a chill creep up from her feet to the top of her head, and her heart turned ice-cold.

She tried to calm herself down, knowing that she couldn't panic at this moment, otherwise she would really fall into their trap.

"Lord Wu, Master Ma, you're slandering me!" Su Yunlan's voice was clear and firm. She tried her best to control her emotions and not let herself be blinded by anger.

She knew that she needed to stay calm in order to find an opportunity to fight back.

"I have been doing my best to treat patients, how can you slander me like this? Where is your conscience?"

Upon hearing this, Magistrate Wu burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery and smugness: "Conscience? Haha, Su, you want to talk to me about conscience? You'd better think carefully about how to defend yourself first!" His eyes flashed with a sinister light, as if he had already won the battle.

He rallied the exiles around him, saying, "Gentlemen, this woman is the source of the plague. For everyone's safety, we must isolate her!"

The exiles looked at each other, some of them starting to get restless and wanting to get away from Su Yunlan, and some even began to clamor to drive her out of the camp.

Su Yunlan felt as if she were in the midst of a raging storm, completely isolated and helpless.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down, her gaze sweeping over the faces that were filled with doubt, fear, or hatred.

She knew she had to do something to break out of her predicament.

Just then, she heard a familiar voice, deep and firm: "Enough!"

Xiao Yuhan, like a towering mountain, suddenly stood in front of Su Yunlan, his sharp eyes like cold stars, shooting straight at the clamoring Magistrate Wu.

"Lord Wu, you keep saying that my wife is the source of the epidemic, but do you have any evidence?" His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority, like the sound of drums on a battlefield, awe-inspiring and intimidating.

Magistrate Wu was intimidated by Xiao Yuhan's imposing presence, and his arrogant expression slightly softened, but it quickly returned to its sinister look. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, what evidence do we need? She was the first to come into contact with the patient, isn't that obvious?"

"Ridiculous!" Xiao Yu sneered. He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the wavering exiles, and his voice rose a few decibels. "My wife, as a healer, has the duty to save lives! If she didn't treat the patients, would she just stand by and watch everyone die? Ask yourselves honestly, who has been diligently treating you all these past few days? Who has risked their lives to prepare medicine and soup for you? Have you forgotten all of this? Just because of a few slanderous words from a corrupt official, you're going to turn your benefactor into an enemy?"

Xiao Yuhan's words struck the hearts of everyone like a morning bell and evening drum, and those who were originally wavering began to hesitate.

They felt a pang of guilt as they recalled Su Yunlan's sacrifices during this time.

Standing behind Xiao Yuhan, Su Yunlan looked at his tall and straight back and felt a warm current welling up in her heart.

She knew this wasn't the time to be moved; there were many more people who needed her help.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her negative emotions, and turned to walk into the makeshift medical tent.

The tent was filled with a strong smell of herbs, mixed with the faint smell of sweat emanating from the patients, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Feng Xiaohai's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was weak. The other patients were not in much better condition either. Their painful groans cast a shadow over Su Yunlan's heart.

She busied herself changing patients' dressings, wiping their bodies, and observing their conditions, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Time passed second by second. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Su Yunlan's forehead, her once neat clothes were now stained, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face showed signs of fatigue.

She looked at her child groaning in pain on the hospital bed, her heart filled with anxiety.

"Dr. Su, have some water." Hunter Chen handed a bowl of water to Su Yunlan, a hint of guilt on his honest face. "We all know you're a good person, and we believe you!"

Su Yunlan took the water, glanced gratefully at Chen the hunter, took a sip to relieve the dryness in her throat, and continued to devote herself to treating patients.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the tent. Someone lifted the curtain, and a figure walked in. His eyes were filled with worry and tenderness. He walked to Su Yunlan's side and said softly, "Alan, you rest for a while. I'll take care of the rest."

Su Yunlan took the water, glanced gratefully at Chen the hunter, took a sip to relieve the dryness in her throat, and continued to devote herself to treating patients.

Inside the tent, various sounds mingled together: the patient's painful groans, the bubbling of herbs being brewed, Su Yunlan's gentle words of comfort, and the constant movement of her hands—all of which created a tense yet heartwarming scene.

Just then, light footsteps came from outside the tent, the curtain was gently lifted, and Xiao Yuhan walked in.

His eyes held a hint of worry and tenderness. Seeing Su Yunlan's exhausted appearance, he felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

He walked to Su Yunlan's side and said softly, "Alan, you rest for a while. I'll take care of the rest."

Su Yunlan looked up at Xiao Yuhan and felt a warm feeling well up in her heart.

She nodded gently, handed him the bowl of medicine, and said, "Yuhan, please change Feng Xiaohai's dressing again. His wound needs to be treated with extra care."

Xiao Yuhan nodded, took the medicine bowl, and skillfully changed Feng Xiaohai's dressing.

His movements were gentle and precise, as if each movement had been carefully calculated.

Although Feng Xiaohai's eyes were still weak, they held a sense of relief.

Su Yunlan took the opportunity to lean to one side and close her eyes to rest for a while.

Although it was only a brief respite, her spirits were noticeably better.

"Dr. Su, Feng's condition has improved!" Chen the hunter's voice came again. He stood at the tent entrance and watched as Feng's face gradually became rosy. Chen the hunter's words were like a ray of warm sunshine, instantly dispelling the gloom in the tent.

Su Yunlan opened her eyes and smiled at Feng Xiaohai, her heart filled with satisfaction.

She knew that although Magistrate Wu's slander still echoed in her ears, she proved herself with her actions.

The atmosphere inside the tent gradually relaxed, and some people who had initially been suspicious of Su Yunlan began to look at her with more trust.

"Thanks to Dr. Su, we've been able to hold on until now." Chen the Hunter's voice became even more resolute. He looked at Su Yunlan, who felt his trust. Su Yunlan's resolve strengthened, knowing that she must continue to work hard to protect these innocent people.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the tent, as if people were arguing.

Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan exchanged a glance, a sense of vigilance rising in their hearts.

Xiao Yuhan clenched his fists, ready to deal with any possible emergencies at any time.

Su Yunlan continued to take care of Feng Xiaohai. As Chen the hunter watched Feng Xiaohai's face gradually regain its color, his admiration for Su Yunlan was as boundless as a surging river.

His rough voice rang out outside the tent, like a thunderclap: "I've long disliked that Magistrate Wu! He's always been a bully, ruthless and exploitative, and even now that he's been exiled, he's still restless, daring to slander Doctor Su! If it weren't for Doctor Su, we would have died of illness long ago!"

Chen the Hunter's words acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the discontent in the hearts of the exiles.

They stood up one after another to denounce the various evil deeds of Magistrate Wu and Master Ma.

"That's right! Last time my child was sick, I begged him for some medicine, and he actually made me wash his clothes for a month!" a woman said, holding her child and crying.

"His advisor, Ma, is even worse; he always steals our grain under the cover of night!" an old man said, pointing tremblingly at Ma.

Magistrate Wu and his advisor Ma turned ashen-faced; they hadn't expected that a few words from Hunter Chen would ignite such public outrage.

They tried to argue back, but found that the crowd had already surrounded them, their angry gazes piercing them like swords.

Seeing this scene, Su Yunlan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She knew that the immediate crisis was temporarily over.

She continued to treat the patients, her movements becoming gentler and more determined.

However, at that moment, a patient suddenly began to cough violently, and the phlegm he coughed up contained traces of blood!

Su Yunlan's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into her mind.

She immediately went to check on the patient and found that his body temperature had suddenly risen, his breathing was rapid, and his pulse was weak.

"Oh no! New symptoms of the epidemic have appeared!" Su Yunlan's voice trembled slightly as she realized that an even greater challenge lay ahead.

Xiao Yuhan also noticed the patient's unusual behavior. He walked to Su Yunlan's side and held her hand tightly.

Su Yunlan frowned as she looked at the new symptoms of the disease. "How could this happen..."