Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

The city gate was slowly pushed open, and a cold, biting wind howled in, as if carrying the breath of death, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Li stood there blankly, her gaze fixed on Fang Yu's retreating figure as he disappeared behind the heavy, somber door.

Fang Xin gently took Li's arm and softly comforted her, "Mother, don't worry too much, nothing will happen."

Knowing that she couldn't let Fang Xin worry too, Li suppressed her surging anxiety and nodded slightly, replying, "Yes, we have divine protection, we'll definitely turn bad luck into good."

Despite saying this, once she boarded the carriage, Li sat alone in the carriage in silence.

With trembling hands, she clutched Fang Youfu's memorial tablet tightly, and murmured in a low voice, "Youfu, if your spirit in heaven can hear my prayers, please, please bless our daughter to return safely..."

Fang Yu followed the soldiers all the way.

As the officers and soldiers walked, they explained the current situation in the city to her in detail.

The city has now been roughly divided into three areas, which is based entirely on the severity and urgency of the illnesses of the infected people and the different symptoms.

Before they had gone far, they could see soldiers carrying the bodies of the deceased slowly.

Just as Fang Yu brushed past a few of them, and turned her eyes, a very familiar voice suddenly called out beside her: "Miss Fang?"

Mo Shisan, who had only taken two steps, hurriedly turned back.

Before the other person had even gotten close, that head seemed impatient and stretched out first.

He blinked hard, his face full of disbelief, staring intently at Fang Yu.

After a long while, he spoke again with absolute certainty, "Miss Fang, it really is you! You... how did you get here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shisan seemed to suddenly remember something important and hurriedly added anxiously, "Miss Fang, it's not safe here! You'd better leave this place as soon as possible!"

Since Mo Shisan is here, Fang Yu can basically conclude that Xiao Lanzhi is also here. He just doesn't know if Xiao Jingqi came with him.

Faced with Mo Shisan's concern and urging, Fang Yu replied firmly, "I came here today precisely to do my part for the people of this city who are suffering."

Upon hearing Fang Yu's righteous words, Mo Shisan suddenly slapped his forehead.

Look at his memory! He's completely forgotten that Fang Yu is an expert in traditional Chinese medicine!

He quickly put on a slightly bitter expression and said urgently, "Miss Fang, please come with me quickly, let me see how my master is doing!"

Led by Mo Shisan, the group passed through several gatehouses and finally entered a seemingly ordinary little room.

The room was simple and unadorned, and it was quite inconspicuous compared to the surrounding buildings.

Upon entering the room, all that comes into view is a slightly worn wooden bed and a simple table and chairs; nothing else.

On that bed lay a person, barely breathing and on the verge of death.

Looking at his profile, one can instantly recognize that this person is Xiao Lanzhi.

His face was ashen, devoid of any color, as if a gentle breeze could extinguish his last breath.

Even from a distance, Fang Yu could clearly feel the pervasive aura of death.

At this moment, a man dressed in the robes of an imperial physician was kneeling before the bed.

His expression was focused, his brows furrowed, as he intently took Xiao Lanzhi's pulse, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

Seeing this, Mo Shisan rushed forward anxiously and asked urgently, "Imperial Physician Zhang, what is the current condition of my... Master?"

Midway through the conversation, he suddenly remembered that Fang Yu was standing to the side, and that she knew nothing about Xiao Lanzhi and Xiao Jingqi's true identities.

Therefore, Mo Shisan had no choice but to quickly change his tune.

The imperial physician, Zhang, slowly raised his head, his face filled with solemnity.

He first shook his head slightly, then turned to face Mo Shisan, wanting to reply, but he was so frightened by Mo Shisan's sharp, knife-like gaze that he stopped speaking abruptly.

Only then did Physician Zhang notice that there was an unfamiliar woman standing next to Mo Shisan.

Physician Zhang's face showed a look of sudden realization, and he hurriedly changed his words, saying, "If we can't prescribe the right medicine, I'm afraid... I'm afraid his chances of survival are slim!"

Before the words were finished, a low, weak cough came from the bed.

"Cough cough..."

Although the sound was faint, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, as if life was making its final struggle.

Lying on the bed, Xiao Lanzhi coughed twice, as if he had used up all his strength.

Hearing the cough, Mo Shisan, who had been keeping watch by the bedside, felt a pang of anxiety. He quickly knelt down and asked with concern, "Master, how are you feeling now? Miss Fang is here, you're saved!"

After saying that, he turned to look at the door and saw Fang Yu walking quickly towards him.

Fang Yu hurried to the bedside, and when she arrived, Physician Zhang, not recognizing her, quickly stepped aside.

Physician Zhang frowned deeply, wondering what the relationship was between this woman who had suddenly appeared and His Highness the Crown Prince. Seeing her head straight for the sickbed without any hesitation, could she be the person His Highness the Crown Prince admires?

Fang Yu paid no attention to the gazes and speculations of others. She nodded slightly to Physician Zhang and then sat down steadily.

She extended a slender, fair hand and gently placed it on the wrist where Physician Zhang had taken her pulse earlier, beginning to examine Xiao Lanzhi again.

Just as Fang Yu's fingers touched Xiao Lanzhi's pulse, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of Physician Zhang.

He never expected that the seemingly frail woman in front of him was actually a doctor!

However, he did not rush to stop or disturb Fang Yu's treatment, but stood quietly to the side and waited.

This sudden epidemic has left the imperial physicians, who came with a mission, helpless.

Fang Yu's expression gradually became serious.

Xiao Lanzhi's condition was far more serious than that of the refugees he had encountered before. If he did not receive timely and effective treatment, and if the current situation continued to develop, Xiao Lanzhi would die in three days at most.

Fang Yu slowly withdrew her hand and took out a silver needle pouch from her waist.