Mu Wanting remained calm and said, "There's a rice shop ahead; I've bought all the grain there."

They pushed a cart full of grain back to the inn, while Zhao Zhiyuan and Su Yu carried the remaining large pot and firewood.

Upon arriving at the inn, members of the collateral branch of the family came to help cook porridge and prepare medicine. In truth, looking at these people, they also felt guilty.

Everyone was somewhat surprised to see that these people had not yet been infected with the plague.

Aunt Xu smiled and said, "Thanks to Madam Mu, if it weren't for her, we probably would have been infected too. Her medicine really works, so you can drink it without worry."

After everyone finished their porridge, half an hour later, the medicine was ready. Each person had their own bowl, and they washed and put away their own bowls.

Fang Chunliu and the others also arrived. She was holding Song Ying's hand. The little girl was skipping and jumping. Her skin was fair and radiant, and her pimples were gone. She was even more lively than before.

Fang Chunliu glanced at the people guarding the entrance of the inn and felt extremely fortunate.

If they hadn't already taken Mu Wanting's medicine, they would be among these people now.

Who knows, they might not be as resilient as these people, and they might end up as unclaimed corpses on the street.

Mu Wanting asked them, "Have you eaten?"

Everyone shook their heads. Mu Wanting had been busy for a long time and hadn't eaten yet, so she said, "Let's go cook something."

The meal was prepared by Fang Chunliu and Mu Wanting, and its taste was, needless to say, excellent.

While cooking, Ma Dazhuang asked Mu Wanting to make a portion for each of the convicts.

Mu Wanting shook her head and put away the kitchen utensils.

"It's too tiring to cook for so many people at once. I also need to brew some herbal medicine for you. Let Li Song do it."

Upon hearing that he was to brew herbal medicine, Ma Dazhuang dared not say anything, after all, it was a matter of life and death.

With a bitter face, Li Song had no choice but to continue pushing the issue.

After everyone finished eating, Shen Xinglan pulled Mu Wanting into the house.

He then carried her onto the roof and kept moving around on it.

Just as Mu Wanting was about to say something, she saw Shen Xinglan stop walking.

“Look.”

The city gate, painted red, was closed.

He once again led Mu Wanting onto the city gate. A kilometer outside the gate, there were still many wooden stakes blocking the way, preventing them from leaving.

There, a large number of officers and soldiers were gathered.

Shen Xinglan said, "This is what I wanted to say. This city has become a dead city. We probably can't get out and will be trapped inside to die."

"So, it's not that there was no support, it's that we were simply abandoned."

Mu Wanting wasn't too worried, though. She had so many supplies in her space that she could eat them all in several lifetimes.

But what about the people from the third branch of the family? What about Fang Chunliu and Song Xie?

She can't keep taking things out indefinitely.

And what about the common people?

Therefore, the best way is to cure these people, and then the city gates will open no matter what.

After figuring this out, Mu Wanting worked even harder to treat those people.

More and more people gathered there every day, and even some government officials came along.

They get free porridge and some vegetables every day, so they're already quite content and don't ask for much more.

In particular, the medicine can be taken half an hour after eating.

The people gathered here looked better and better, and the pustules on their faces had mostly subsided, leaving only some scars.

Those who are physically strong can already move freely and help with burning firewood.

However, it was not completely cured.

Ma Dazhuang and the others were also getting anxious.

"Mr. Mu, haven't you found the right prescription yet? We're in a hurry to get going."

Mu Wanting shook her head: "No, it can only alleviate the symptoms."

Ma Dazhuang also knew that this was extremely rare. Every time a plague broke out, people would be surrounded and the plague would end once all the infected people died.

In the past, it seemed like a helpless act.

But now that he's caught in the middle of it all, this helpless situation fills him with despair.

Mu Wanting took some virus samples into the space and then used the original instruments in the space to conduct experiments.

Various drugs have been tried, but none have been able to effectively kill the virus.

Then, her gaze fell on the white soup, and she thought of Song Ying again.

She drew a little blood from her and had it tested.

We discovered that the little girl was completely cured; the virus was gone.

Mu Wanting then found a few more people and had them drink the same plain soup. After drinking it, dark substances soon appeared on their bodies, and the pustules faded somewhat.

After drinking it three times in a row, along with the herbs, these people recovered.

There is another group of people who only drink plain soup. Although their resistance is strengthened, they still have the virus in their bodies.

It seems that the medicinal herbs and the clear broth complement each other.

Another group of people mixed plain broth into their medicine and they recovered. It seems that mixing plain broth into the medicine does not affect its effectiveness.

Mu Wanting's eyes lit up; she had already come up with a solution.

Although she only produces three bowls of white soup a day in her space, she only needs to pour one bowl into the medicinal soup and cook it together each time.

In her space, after these few days, a small pool of white soup had already been produced.

Everyone who drank it this time clearly felt a difference in their bodies.

More and more people came after hearing the news, and more and more people came to help.

Zhao Zhiyuan said, "Let me cut the herbs for you, otherwise you'll get tired."

Mu Wanting looked at Shen Xinghe: "Xinghe, you cut it."

Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes darkened, and he felt somewhat distressed.

Soon, a line of soldiers stopped at the entrance of the inn, but were pushed in by the crowd of people and shouted.

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