Before the old doctor could even ask his question, Anjing, her face beaming with joy, trotted into the hall, interrupting his conversation with Anle.

"Little sister, Teacher Zhen is back. He's alright, he's fine."

Anle paused, turned her head and looked at Anjing as she stepped into the hall, then suddenly stood up.

"Big sister, what did you say?" Anle wasn't shocked that Zhenmo was alright, but rather that he had returned.

She thought he would never come back, but she never expected him to appear in Jincheng at this time.

Logically speaking, Jincheng is such a dangerous place that it is not suitable to stay any longer. Shouldn't we leave Jincheng immediately and move to a safe place?

“I said Teacher Zhen is alright, he’s back, he said he wants to—” Anjing’s cheerful voice suddenly stopped, she glanced at the old doctor with concern, and didn’t continue.

Accompanying Teacher Zhen was Master Meng, who had lived in the capital and whose status was already extraordinary.

Master Meng was a prominent figure from the capital, a fact known to everyone in the village.

Although it is unknown what Master Meng did in the capital, one can tell from the fine clothes worn by the people who frequently visited Master Meng's house that they were all wealthy young men from prominent families.

Even people from wealthy and powerful families treated Master Meng with great respect, which shows that Master Meng was of extraordinary status, and his words naturally carried great weight.

An Jing consciously took Mencius's words as a command.

Now, Master Mencius said he would take them away from this matter, but he told them to keep it a secret and not to tell anyone.

So, one naturally cannot say much when facing outsiders.

Seeing Anjing's hesitant expression, Anle smiled and began to see the guest off.

“Grandpa, something has suddenly come up here. Why don’t you go back first, and I’ll come over to talk to you about the prescription when I have some free time.”

The old doctor asked a follow-up question earnestly.

"Can I use this prescription on those patients? I won't dare to use it if you don't ask."

Anle paused for a moment, then nodded.

"It can be used, but there's one thing I hope you'll know, Grandpa: what if those pharmaceutical companies find out about this prescription?"

How exorbitantly will these medicinal herbs become? Will these patients even be able to be treated then? You should understand by now.

A glint of insight flashed in the old doctor's eyes, and he naturally understood Anle's reminder.

"Don't worry, kid. I've lived most of my life, and I know how to handle these things."

I certainly won't give this prescription directly to the patient to fill the prescription; after I've prepared it, I'll only give them the decoction.

Anle smiled and said, "Grandpa, your method is good, but there are some precautions to take when using this medicine."

"Grandpa, please don't give this to patients who are weak and have a deficient spleen."

"Okay, I've got it."

"Then our town will depend on you, Grandpa." It's temporary, it won't take too long, she's going to get reinforcements to help Jincheng.

Zhenmo's arrival couldn't have been more timely.

Anle's eyes gleamed with a sly smile. Now that the man was here, she would try to get as much information as possible from him about when the city would be burned, and perhaps extract some useful details as well.

This is the information she urgently needs to know.

After seeing the old doctor off, Anle hurried straight to the hall in the adjacent courtyard.

In the hall, An Ding and An Ning sat stiffly, glancing at Zhen Mo, not daring to say much, truly under the pressure of Meng Chong's presence.

He looked like an ordinary old man, dressed in coarse cloth, not particularly luxurious, no different from any other old man from a farming family.

But for some reason, it made people feel like they didn't dare to breathe loudly.

As soon as Anle entered the hall, she sensed that the atmosphere seemed a little different from usual. She was somewhat surprised to see Anning sitting there obediently, not bothering Zhenmo as she usually did.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a gray shadow in front of the window. He paused for a moment, then looked toward the figure in front of the window.

"Teacher Zhen, this must be Master Meng?" Anle asked with a smile.

Anle had only ever heard of Meng Chong through rumors; this was the first time he had met him in person.

As for whether the previous incarnation had ever met this Master Meng, Anle had no idea.

Zhenmo nodded.

When Meng Chong heard An Le enter the room, he shifted his gaze from the succulents on the windowsill and turned to look at her, scrutinizing her with a critical eye.

Is it this little girl who made them turn back and make an extra trip?

At first glance, there's nothing particularly unusual about it; it's truly baffling how it captivated this student's attention.

At first, he did not agree with the boy's willful idea and had already led his men out of the city.

But halfway there, the man stopped eating and drinking, forcing him to turn back with his men.

It's all for the people at this dessert shop in the amusement park, and for this little girl in front of me.

"Greetings, Master Meng. I am Anle, the fifth child in my family."

Meng Chong nodded.

"Okay, you guys pack your things and come with us."

“Well… Father hasn’t come back yet, and we haven’t had time to inform Grandfather and Third Grandfather either—” An Ding opened his mouth and stammered, but before he could finish speaking, An Le interrupted him with a smile.

"I'm so sorry, I don't plan to leave here."

Everyone paused, turning to stare at Anle.

Meng Chong was equally astonished. "Not leaving?"

Anning leaned over and tugged at Anle's sleeve, whispering, "Little sister, what are you saying? It's a rare opportunity to leave."

"There's a plague in the city now, who would want to stay here? This place is going to burn down sooner or later, don't you know that?"

"I know, but I just don't want to leave. I can't bear to part with Paradise Dessert Shop." Anle smiled easily.

She glanced at Zhenmo sideways; his eyebrows were curved, and his eyes were full of laughter.

"Teacher Zhen, I'm so glad you came back to help me. I appreciate your kindness."

"This city is about to be burned down, why stay here?" Zhenmo frowned in confusion, his voice gentle but with a hint of questioning.

Anle naively lied.

"Because the gods told me that this place will be safe and sound."

Zhenmo: "..." A god?

Although their country worships a god, if the god had a compassionate heart, how could Red City have been destroyed in the first place?

An Ning, however, believed it to be true and had no doubt about it.

"A god? Really? Little sister, did the god really say that?"

Anle spoke as if it were the truth, her face full of conviction, "Yes, it's true."