By the time AhJing had left, Chu Qiao was already eating medicine. Batch after batch the doctors walked in carrying large boxes of medicine and medical equipment, and the courtyard seemed to be bustling with life and activity. Yet, AhJing felt as though the place was colder. Just as he left the house, he saw Yan Xun standing under a poplar tree. Yunbi had a nice name, but it was, in fact, a very poor city. With heavy snow every year, the people here would starve in winter, and eventually, the younger people had migrated out of this city, leaving behind only the elderly and the poplar trees.