General's Mansion.

Qin Yue Zhao sat leaning against the bed, with Chen Wan'er standing beside her, looking overjoyed, and Zhang Mi looking shocked.

"My God, this medicine is amazing!"

"And this thing called a syringe, how can you make a hole in such a thin needle?"

"And why is this medicine called a vaccine instead of medicine..."

Holding the syringe, Zhang Mi was so excited that he was incoherent.

Chen Wan'er stroked the box, her face full of worry.

"The medicine is good, and the syringe is powerful, but so many people in Liangcheng are sick, and there are only ten doses of the antidote. How can that save everyone?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mi's smile froze instantly.

"Yes, usually when I prepare medicine, there are drug residues. The ingredients in these small bottles are too pure. I don't have the ability to separate and analyze them, so I'm afraid I can't prepare the antidote."

"Several thousand soldiers in the camp have fallen ill. Could Your Highness please ask the gods to bestow more divine medicine?"

Qin Yue Zhao felt that she had been praying too much to the gods lately, but thinking of the sick soldiers and civilians, she pursed her lips.

"Alright! Wan'er, bring me paper and pen, I'll write to the gods myself..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of armor scraping against each other came from outside the bedchamber.

Huo Tingye walked in, covered in blood and covered in dust.

Upon seeing Qin Yue Zhao awaken from her coma, he knelt down on the ground.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you're finally awake!"

"This humble general has lived up to expectations; the Northern Barbarian army has retreated!"

The Northern Barbarian army has retreated.

Qin Yue Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Are you serious? The main force of the Northern Barbarians has retreated?"

"Yes, Your Highness! The armored vehicles bestowed upon us by the gods are simply unstoppable, killing anyone who stands in our way and slaying any horse that gets in our way!"

"Armored vehicle? What armored vehicle?" Qin Yue Zhao asked, puzzled.

It has only been half an hour since she regained consciousness, and Chen Wan'er has not had time to report the matter.

When Wan'er helped her into the courtyard and she saw the green steel box stained with blood, it was as if her serious illness had been completely cured at that moment.

"This, this is an armored vehicle? Not only can it ram people and horses and stop the Northern Barbarian catapults, but it can also store a million iron nails and fire at the enemy from all directions?"

Huo Tingye nodded frantically.

"Yes, Your Highness, this humble general drove it and killed nearly 30,000 enemy soldiers, even Mog died under the wheels of the chariot!"

"Mogg is dead?" Qin Yue Zhao exclaimed again.

This is probably the best news she has received since she fell ill.

Mog was the backbone of the Northern Barbarian army and its most powerful general, holding special significance for the morale of the troops.

Now that they have died so tragically, the Northern Barbarian army will surely be thrown into chaos. They will not be able to recover for more than a few days and will not attack the city again.

This immense joy is all thanks to the divine protection!

Qin Yue Zhao was overjoyed, and even her complexion seemed to have improved.

Huo Tingye continued, "Your Highness, the matter you've been holding onto has finally been fulfilled today!"

"Something you've been holding a grudge about?" Qin Yue Zhao frowned slightly, then suddenly relaxed: "Could it be that you've caught Huo Zi Chu?"

Huo Tingye nodded.

"Exactly! He's being held in the dungeon now, waiting for you to interrogate him personally."

"Good, good, this is wonderful! I never expected that so many troublesome matters would be resolved after my illness, and all this joy is brought to us by the gods."