Bing Hongcai led the old man to Reviving Spring Hall in the middle of town.
This was the largest medical hall in the entire town; now, the tables and chairs from the great hall had all been thrown outside, and the poisoned townspeople were laid out on the ground. One by one, doctors moved among them, their brows deeply furrowed as they treated the townsfolk, while apprentices were busy brewing medicine in the back courtyard.
A row of red clay stoves lined up, the thick scent of medicine enveloping the entire hall and imparting a warm sense of tranquility to those within.
Many townspeople had already shown signs of recovery from the poisoning, weak though they were, but they had regained the ability to move.
A great weight lifted in Bing Hongcai's heart.
Meanwhile, the elder hurried inside without even thanking him, urgently walking over to talk with a young man.
