The setting sun hung low in the west, the jade rabbit rising in the east.
The screams in the small town gradually subsided, eventually returning to tranquility.
In Reviving Spring Hall, only a few dozen villagers severely affected by poison still required care throughout the night, while the rest were able to walk with difficulty after purchasing their medicine and had returned to their homes.
Meng Yuexue had just finished writing the last prescription for a patient and sighed in relief.
Even she was feeling fatigued by now, wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep. And as for the ordinary doctors, several elderly men had already collapsed on the ground, resting against each other in deep slumber; fatigue was evident on their faces.
Bing Hongcai looked up at the sky outside and, cupping his fists in a salute towards Meng Yuexue, let out a sigh with a smile,
"What a pity, it seems that I am ultimately fated not to meet that master."
