Watching the raging fire in front of him, Old Man Wang almost collapsed.
He had painstakingly hidden these ginseng roots together to fetch a good price, and now, they had been burned to ashes.
Chen Yu didn't care about such things. He only left after confirming that all the ginseng roots had been completely burned.
The town square was bustling.
The supplies brought by Zhang Hu and Li Qiang had also been distributed, and everyone was showing happy expressions.
However, some were crying and cursing the father and son of the Wang family.
Several dozen beds had been set up in the middle of the square, and the patients lying on them looked identical to the boy from before.
Chen Yu saw many people kneeling on the ground, continuously kowtowing and begging him to save their family members.
It was apparent that these people were extremely anxious; many of the fallen were pillars of their households, while others were the sole hope of their families.
