After Anle finished speaking, she didn't even glance at the half-dead Song Minghui, but instead focused her gaze on An Yi's face.

"Third Brother, go to the clinic and get some medicine. Get a lot so we can all drink it together."

An Yi smiled bitterly, "Little sister, it's no use. The medicine in the clinic can't save you either. Drinking it won't help. Once you're infected with this plague's poisonous gas, there's no cure."

Anle pursed her lips and remained silent for a while before nodding and turning to leave without saying anything.

Is there no hope?

She had originally planned to wait for a windy day to leave this disaster-stricken place with her family.

Even though she was so reluctant to give up her career here, she painfully abandoned it and prepared to start over elsewhere.

But it seems that fate did not give her a chance to start over elsewhere.

Then let's struggle together here.

**

That night, Anle collapsed wearily onto Anning's bed. Her room had been destroyed by lightning, so she had moved in and was sharing a room with Anning.

Meanwhile, the people of Anning stayed by Qiao Qiuniang's side and served her.

She could finally have some peace and quiet, lying on the bed lost in thought for a while.

"The plague... is a real problem." In her current state, Qiao Qiuniang can't escape for the time being, and staying is also a life-threatening situation.

The only way to survive without risking one's life is to address the plague itself.

But if even the local doctors can't solve the problem, then it's even less likely that she, a half-baked doctor, can. She didn't inherit her family's medical skills or receive any real medical knowledge.

How can we save this?

Just as I was feeling troubled and annoyed, a shadow fell beside the bed.

Anle turned his head to one side, glancing at the shadows. His previously lazy eyes paused, and he couldn't help but rub his forehead in exasperation.

"Why are you here again? Jincheng is plagued by disease everywhere. Why don't you leave the city now instead of staying here to die?"

A figure stood in the shadows, straight and upright like a pine tree, his lips tightly pressed together. Although his eyes and brows showed indifference, they were no longer as cold as before.

"I need to talk to you."

Anle's lips twitched, her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth, and she exhaled deeply.

"Speak." This kid definitely didn't come here to repay a debt of gratitude; the two of them have already settled their score.

"Save my companion."

"Save my ass! I'm so desperate I can barely save myself."

Yu Rong kept her lips tightly pressed together and remained silent, gazing at An Le.

Anle felt a chill run down her spine from being stared at. The gaze was like that of a ghost, sending a cold shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but sit up abruptly, her voice filled with annoyance and frustration.

"No, you really think I'm some kind of living saint?"

Yu Rong lowered his eyelashes, his voice was cold and hard, but his eyes reflected a pleading light, his gaze for help naked and undisguised.

"Only you can save us now."

Anle exhaled a breath of stale air and closed her eyes in frustration and despair.

"Phew...explain clearly."

Yu Rong explained things clearly and concisely, without any intention of concealing anything.

"The new emperor failed to complete the task assigned to his companions, angered the emperor, and abandoned them. They will not receive the antidote for this month from the new emperor, and without the antidote to suppress the poison in their bodies, they will die."

The poison will take effect after midnight; there's not much time left.

Anle glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, her expression pausing slightly. It was already 10 o'clock, the hour of Zi, which was from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m.

Is this a case of the poison taking effect and the person dying after 1:00 AM?

Anle glanced at Yu Rong and said, "You're really patient to come to me at this time."

Yu Rong pursed his lips and remained silent for a while before explaining, "Jincheng is under lockdown, so it's difficult to bring my companions into the city."

He had originally left.

But because of his companions, and to save their lives, he returned again.

Anle raised an eyebrow. "Where is he?"

"It's right in the mountains."

"Take me there." After saying that, An Le paused, stared at Yu Rong, raised an eyebrow smugly, and then said another sentence.

"You owe me your life again this time."

Yu Rong lightly licked his lips and coughed lightly, "Two lives."

Anle was stunned for a moment, then realized what Yu Rong meant, "Two people?"

"Mm." Yu Rong nodded, making way for An Le who was getting up.

Anle opened the closet, rummaged through Anning's wardrobe, casually pulled out a piece of clothing that looked a little small, and put it on herself in front of Yurong without any hesitation or concern.

Yu Rong consciously turned around and went to wait in the side room.

The side room is a quiet room. The two rooms are separated by a partition in the middle, dividing one room into two, so that the two sisters each have their own small space.

Although small, the house is fully equipped. The quiet room is clean and tidy, with everything neatly arranged in the display case.

Anle put on her clothes, entered the quiet room, and walked straight to the quiet treasure cabinet, from which she took down a black wooden box.

I opened it and took out a few necessary items.

This black wooden box belongs to Anle. It was originally intended to be a medicine and utensils for Qiao Qiuniang, but after it was discovered that Qiao Qiuniang could not use it, it was placed here.

Because Qiao Qiuniang's body is not lacking in nutrition, nor in common medicines for treating influenza viruses, what she lacks is targeted treatment.

Although this plague appears to have symptoms similar to those of a common flu virus.

"Take these with you and let's go."

Looking at the bottles and jars and sealed transparent bags that Anle pushed to him, Yu Rong paused for a moment before taking them.

These are somewhat similar to the bottles and jars used on him before.

He understood; it was probably meant for his companions.

"Aren't you afraid of getting infected with the plague if you come here?" Anle followed behind Yu Rong, intending to go out through the main entrance, but Yu Rong grabbed her around the waist and carried her straight out of the window.

It felt as if Yu Rong had flipped and rolled a few times, and he was carried away from the house with a light and nimble movement.

Before he could react, he had placed the person outside the courtyard wall.

Anle glanced at Yu Rong with a dazed look, blinked, and opened her mouth slightly. Awesome!

With such skills, it's no wonder he became the new emperor's secret guard. It's such a pity to train such a bodyguard and then just discard him.

It could clearly be used for many things.

"Um... are all your companions as good at scaling walls and leaping across rooftops as you? Are they that amazing?"

Looking at Anle's astonished little eyes, Yu Rong noticed a rare, unusual glint in them, and she finally acted like a normal child.

Seeing her staring wide-eyed with curiosity, completely dumbfounded, he lowered his voice slightly.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Almost?" Anle pondered the meaning of Yu Rong's words, raising an eyebrow slightly. There was still a difference. Muttering to herself, she followed Yu Rong into the mountains.