"Don't worry, fellow villagers. In order to confirm whether the doctors who are taking your pulse, treating your illness and giving you decoctions are really capable, I waited there for a whole day and a night."

"That was a seriously ill patient. For a day and a night, I thought it was incredible, but a miracle really happened!"

"That person woke up? Come to life?"

Nu Dawei smiled softly, and then he took two steps toward Bai Qijun. Behind the horse was a man in his thirties who was supported by two guards.

When the people in the West tent camp saw the man, their eyes widened in disbelief: "He... is... Yan Laosan!"

"How is that possible?"

"Isn't Yan Laosan almost out of breath and thrown out?"

"But that's really Yan Laosan, it's just...just a little thinner..."

Yan Laosan not only lost some weight, but also had a lean, skinny body.

But when he saw the villagers, he twitched his lips and smiled weakly, not loudly, because the Xizhang camp was very quiet, so everyone almost heard what he said.

"Everyone read it right, I am Yan Laosan, I am..."

"They saved me!"

Yan Laosan stretched out his fingers and followed the men in black walking among the people in Zhengsai. They were very fast, but they were very strict when taking everyone's pulse.

It didn't make people think that they were perfunctory because of their speed. Even when each of them handed them the prepared soup, they would tell them some things that they need to pay attention to in their daily life.

Because of Yan Laosan's words, the people were shocked.

“It can really be cured!”

"Great! We are saved!"

"That's great! Mother, mother, I don't have to die!"

"Yeah, we don't have to wait to die!"

…

There was cheering everywhere in the entire Western Tent camp. That was because of the joy and hope of finding a way to save oneself while seeing life passing by.

That's when the candle burned out and the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, suddenly there was the power of the dead tree to bloom again, and at that moment, the whole darkness was lit up.

The common people were excitedly vying to get those men in black to check their health and check their pulse. Who doesn't cherish life, and who doesn't want to get rid of the terrible death plague as soon as possible?

As a result, the entire Western tent camp was in chaos.

Here Bai Qijun and Nu Dawei looked at it, both slightly startled. Nu Dawei asked Yan Laosan to testify in order to appease the people in the West tent camp.

But they have ignored the hopes of those who are often on the verge of death, who are pressed by death step by step until they see a spark burning?

"Everyone, don't mess up, everyone, don't mess up!" Nu Dawei shouted loudly, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers around him quickly ran inside.

Before the furious soldiers entered the Western Camp, they heard a cold shout from inside: "Whoever doesn't want to live can rush over now!"

"Anyone who disturbs the order and comes to disrupt our rescue will not be saved!" This voice was loud and cold, and could be heard throughout the Western Tent Camp.

None of the common people wanted to be saved, and there were only ten of them, and they only had so much medicine...

If you are a little late, you will step directly into the Palace of Hell, and you will lose your life!

After the man in black, who was headed over there, said those words in an indifferent voice, no one of the people who had just been struggling bravely to rush forward to have their pulse checked did not dare to take another step.

The leading man in black had a cold voice and his eyes were as dark as stars: "Everyone, go back to where you were. We promise you that as long as they are not out of breath, we will save every one of you!"

"I'm sorry if everyone continues to shoot and fight like madmen!" With a cold smile, the man in black said sinisterly: "We will not save you, so we will leave immediately!"

The four words "failure to save one's life" deeply penetrated into the hearts of the people.

Seeing the indifferent eyes of the man in black, the people who rushed forward rushed back to their original positions. Many people were crushed and trampled during the process, and they screamed miserably.

When everyone returned to their original positions, those men in black stood in a row at some point, and their figures looked like ghosts. They helped up the old and weak woman and child who had been injured due to the rush, and quickly checked the pulse and checked the doctor.

After this, the entire West tent camp became silent for an instant. Even those who were injured just now endured the pain and waited patiently...

Bai Qijun looked stunned, looked at Nu Dawei and asked, "Who are they?"

These people were dressed in black from head to toe, and their faces were covered from their necks down by their loose robes, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes exposed.

Even their hands were covered with something dark, and the fingers could be separated, and no trace of their identity could be seen. He had never seen such attire in the entire Yuanxiu Continent.

Even the killers of Xiaoyaomen are extremely arrogant and proud, and they rarely kill with their faces covered.

But the way these people dress up is clearly because they don't want others to see their identities and origins. They just want to save people, and then they won't let them know their background.

But with such a rigorous, orderly and powerful team, how could Bai Qijun not ask questions? How could he let them leave directly?

Hearing Bai Qijun's words, Nu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Nu followed them all the way here and asked in various ways, but they never mentioned anything!"

When he said this, Nu Dawei showed a rather helpless look on his face.

He has been a general for so many years and has fought countless battles, big and small, but he has never encountered such a difficult-to-conquer city. No matter what tactics he uses, they are useless tactics against those men in black.

They never mention it, they just look at you with indifferent eyes, and they only speak when they feel they can speak!

Nu Dawei almost ran away because of the behavior of these ten men in black on the way, but the entire Pearl River County was still waiting for them...

Bai Qijun frowned: "There has never been such a costume in Yuanxiu Continent, and I have never heard of it. Who can cure the plague..."

The reason why he thought of the last resort and had to order the burning of the entire Western Camp was because there was really no other way. He wanted to be soft-hearted. If there was no other way, how could he do such a murderous act?

"My lord, what happened to Yan Laosan was witnessed by Nu with his own eyes!"

If he hadn't seen these ten men in black with unknown origins with his own eyes, he would never have allowed them to step foot into the West tent camp.

Bai Qijun nodded slightly and wanted to say something. After glancing at the man in black over there at Zhihu, he changed his words: "I will wait here and wait until they finish their work before asking."

There are actually such doctors in the world, and they are from the country of Dahan. They are really lucky for the country of Dahan.

Bai Qijun has been busy with things here these days. Although he pays attention to what's going on in Yancheng, his spirit becomes a little weaker after paying attention.

The Dawan Kingdom finally started a war. Now they have floods in the south of the Dahan Kingdom, and war in the north. Now winter is gradually approaching. This time the flood disaster has caused at least 30,000 people to rebel...

Such a large number of refugees...

It rained continuously for days, and even if the soldiers built houses, they couldn't build houses so quickly. Fortunately, Zhujiang County was not as cold as Yancheng, otherwise, people here would have died of hunger and freeze to death!

"Your Majesty, there is someone approaching over there!" A guard quickly ran over and pointed to the hillside diagonally opposite them.

At this time, who will be able to get close to the hillside over there?

Besides, who still has the strength to climb a hill like that?

Squinting slightly, Bai Qijun saw that there was not one person on the hillside over there, but about ten people. There was even a bullock cart pushing in front of each person.

And their clothes look like ordinary people.

Just walking in and taking a closer look, anyone who has stayed in Yancheng and bought Fujiayuan clothes can tell that those people are wearing Fujiayuan clothes.

Although those clothes are old, the clothes from Fujiayuan are of very good quality and the fabrics are extremely comfortable.

What was originally thought to be a group of about ten people, gradually made its way down the hillside and emerged from the horizon little by little. It was already evening.

Looking from the direction of Bai Qijun, those people are all coming under the rays of the sun. Even though the weather today is gloomy and gloomy, with heavy dusk, it seems that it will rain soon.

But when he saw the carts of clothes and sacks of things, Bai Qijun opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't speak.

Ang Da was startled and said subconsciously: "This doesn't look like the imperial court's disaster relief supplies!"

When he took a closer look, he shouted angrily: "It's the person who pays home!"

They were extremely surprised. Qin Moyun had already walked out of the crowd and saluted respectfully to Lord Bai Qi and Nu Dawei: "Qin Moyun of Fujiayuan, please see King Kang and see General Nu!"

Before the two of them could speak, Qin Moyun said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Fu Jiayuan heard about the flood in Pearljiang County and asked Qin Moyun to come here with clothes and rice. With his meager efforts, he hopes to alleviate the temporary suffering of the people of Pearljiang County."

Bai Qijun reached out and took the fold from Qin Moyun's hand.

When I opened it and saw the number of objects on the fold, my pupils widened slightly.

Sixty thousand coats, two hundred thousand dan of rice, two million taels of silver...

Looking at Bai Qijun's expression, Qin Moyun continued to say respectfully: "Mo Yun still needs to return home to report to the master, so I will leave first."

He spoke respectfully and gently, and his expression was gentle. When he looked at the people in the West Tent camp, his eyes were full of pity, but after he raised his eyes, they became clear again, as if he saw hope.

How could Bai Qijun let Qin Moyun go back like this? Fu Jiayuan was so generous and supported Zhujiang County so much, so he would definitely give gifts to the emperor as well.

Otherwise, as far as the emperor is concerned, this would be a disregard for the emperor in the Imperial Palace of Yancheng.

In just eight years, Fujiayuan's wealth has really opened their horizons.

The Ninth Master of Shang Huang and the talented designer Master Wan who is famous all over the world...

Bai Qijun looked at the fold in his hand and felt that it weighed a thousand pounds, but his heart felt warm.

"We are not in a hurry. Mr. Qin should go with me to the Dongzhang camp to have a good rest for two days before going back!"

Qin Moyun wanted to refuse, but Bai Qijun seemed to know what he was thinking. He turned around and walked towards the Dongzhang camp with his attendants.

And here, the guards surrounding him looked at him respectfully.

Qin Moyun had no choice but to follow.

On this side, Nu Dawei nodded slightly after receiving the gaze from Bai Qijun in front of him.
Chapter completed!