The small town had stood at the foot of Tianhu Mountain for so many years, yet it had never been as joyful as today.
Every household hung up big red lanterns, and the aroma of braised meat filled the entire town.
For the past several hundred years, almost everyone had subsisted on chaff and vegetables, with some even starving to death.
Now, at last, someone was able to bring them a large amount of supplies and was gradually improving their living facilities.
At this rate, it wouldn't take long for the town to become a modernized small city.
Liu Zhongxiang and Li Guokai sat anxiously on the high platform in the square, waiting.
Although Chen Yu had cured those forty-eight patients, he had not removed the root cause of their illnesses.
Only a few hours had passed, and some of those patients were showing signs of relapse—some writhing in pain, even contemplating suicide.
They were all waiting for Chen Yu to bring back the medicine that would completely heal them.
