Before confiscating their property, they emptied the imperial city and exiled them!

The medicine that Lin Xiaoxiao had kindly given her was scattered all over the ground, creating a mess.

Liu was stunned. However, at this moment, she was too embarrassed to shamelessly ask Lin Xiaoxiao for the medicine.

After all, they had already generously given it to us once. Now that the medicine has been carelessly scattered all over the ground, how can we still have the nerve to ask for more?

Moreover, even if Lin Xiaoxiao is magnanimous enough not to care about this matter, given Liu's understanding of Mu Shilan's personality, she would probably be determined not to take the medicine given by Lin Xiaoxiao.

Thinking of this, Liu made a quick decision—to take Mu Shilan to town to find a doctor for treatment.

Without further ado, Liu hurriedly instructed Song Yetong, who was standing nearby, to prepare the carriage.

At that moment, Liu seemed to suddenly possess a powerful force that came from nowhere.

Without any effort, she walked straight to the bedside, hugged the weak and powerless Mu Shilan tightly in her arms, and then carefully walked towards the door.

Upon arriving at the gate, Liu explained the current emergency situation in detail to the guards.

The soldiers looked into the carriage in the direction Liu was pointing, and saw that Mu Shilan's face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down her forehead. She looked like she was in great pain.

This situation was clearly not a pretense, so the officers and soldiers did not make things difficult for them and readily let them pass.

Even after getting into the carriage, Mu Shilan still clutched her aching stomach tightly with her hands, occasionally letting out a low groan.

Hearing this sound, Liu, who was driving the carriage outside, was extremely anxious and wished she could fly to the clinic in town immediately.

Persistence pays off. With Liu constantly whipping the horse to speed up, the carriage finally arrived at the door of the well-known clinic in town before long.

The clinic was rather deserted, with only a few patients scattered around.

Liu and Gu Xingzhi carefully helped Mu Shilan slowly walk through the door.

At this moment, Mu Shilan's once delicate and pink face, the size of a palm, had lost all color and become extremely pale. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead like pearls from a broken string.

Seeing his frail and weak appearance filled Liu with panic and worry.

Upon seeing this, the doctor in the clinic dared not delay for a moment, and quickly got up to welcome them into the inner room, and promptly arranged for Mu Shilan to lie down on the hospital bed.

He skillfully opened his medicine box, took out an exquisite pulse pillow, gently placed it under Mu Shilan's slender wrist, and then began to take her pulse with great concentration.

Time passed by, and the room became so quiet that only the soft breathing of the people could be heard.

Finally, after a long while, the doctor slowly withdrew his hand, put away the pulse pillow, and looked up at Liu Shi and Gu Xingzhi, who were standing anxiously waiting to the side.

"Fortunately, you brought her in time, and the young lady is currently out of danger. However, it should be noted that she is currently pregnant, but her long-term excessive worry has caused her to become ill from overwork."

"If we don't guide him carefully, it's hard to predict what will happen in the future," the doctor said with a grave expression.

Liu and Gu Xingzhi exchanged a glance, understanding each other without saying a word.

They all knew very well that Mu Shilan was so worried because of Song Shijun's sudden disappearance.

Thinking of this, Liu's eyes reddened, and her voice choked with emotion as she said to the doctor, "Doctor, thank you for telling us the truth. We understand."

However, I would also appreciate it if you could prescribe some good medicine to protect the pregnancy and nourish the mind.

The doctor nodded slightly and replied, "Of course. I will do my best to prepare a prescription suitable for this young lady."

As he spoke, he turned around, walked to the table, picked up a pen, and began to write the prescription.

Liu walked slowly and unsteadily to Mu Shilan's side. She bent down slightly and gently placed a hand on Mu Shilan's trembling shoulder.

Then he sighed deeply and earnestly comforted her, saying, "Shilan, you must have heard and understood what the doctor said just now, right?"

Now that things have come to this, even if we don't consider our own situation, we still need to think more about your unborn child! You must try to think more positively!

At this moment, Mu Shilan's face was as pale as paper. She silently turned her head to the side, letting the crystal-clear tears slide down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

When Liu saw Mu Shilan in such a state, she felt extremely distressed.

She gently wiped away Mu Shilan's tears and whispered, "Shilan, Shijun is a lucky man, he will be alright. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself and the baby."

Mu Shilan's lips moved slightly, as if she had something to say, but she only made a faint breathing sound.

The doctor wrote out the prescription and handed it to Liu, and Gu Xingzhi hurried out to get the medicine.

Before long, the medicine was ready and brought in. Mu Shilan couldn't help but gag at the smell of the medicine.

When Song Yetong saw this, she wanted to help, but Liu Shi dodged her.

Song Yetong paused for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more.

Liu carried the medicine bowl to Mu Shilan's side, patiently coaxing her and feeding her the medicine little by little.

Several days later, Mu Shilan's originally pale face finally regained some color, and she no longer looked as weak and powerless as before.

However, in stark contrast, the situation in the city was deteriorating.

In Yuncheng, people have been besieged here for nearly ten days.

The local people who were born and raised here for generations are doing relatively well, since they are very familiar with the city and have some ways and experience to deal with difficult situations.

But for people like them who fled from other places, life became even more difficult.

The bitter cold relentlessly assaulted everyone's body; the icy, biting wind was like a sharp blade, piercing straight to the bone through thin clothing.

At the same time, the food shortage became a sword hanging over everyone's heads, threatening to cut off their hope for survival at any moment.

Hunger is like a ferocious beast, constantly tearing at people's stomachs and intestines, tormenting them to no end.

What's even more disheartening is that the enemy forces outside the city, who seem to have already figured out the predicament inside, are watching with predatory eyes.

They were like a group of patient hunters, quietly waiting outside the city, neither launching a fierce attack nor showing any sign of retreat.

This eerie silence, however, brought immense psychological pressure to the people in the city, instilling fear and unease.