The morning sun rose and dispersed the mist.
In Eight-Gate Village, the soldiers removed their hazmat suits. They got on their trucks and prepared to leave.
The villagers have all recovered. They left the quarantine tents one by one and returned to their homes.
"Oh, Fellow Cultivator Tang! It's all thanks to you this time!" At the village entrance, Taoist Mater Qian Ji said gratefully while grabbing Tang Hao's hands tightly.
The Taoist masters behind him nodded in agreement.
If not for Fellow Cultivator Tang, there might be no other cure for the villagers.
More than three hundred villagers were saved that night. It was a momentous deed!
"You've served your country well this time, Fellow Cultivator Tang. I'll report your good deeds to the authorities and try to apply for an award for you. Oh, and a silk pennant too," Taoist Master Qian Ji said eagerly.
