The next morning, when everyone got up, they saw the two people lying unconscious on the ground, and they were all in a panic.

Jiang Yun went over to take his pulse, then glanced at the bones beside him and the two pieces of meat in the bowl. Her expression changed. "The dead person in front is probably not from miasma, but from the plague."

In later generations with advanced medical technology, every major epidemic resulted in countless deaths and injuries.

Moreover, this was especially true in ancient times when medical technology was underdeveloped.

Upon hearing that it was a plague, everyone immediately took a few steps back, their faces turning deathly pale.

Especially Lin Gou Dan's father, Lin Fu Gui, was so frightened that his legs went weak. Lin Gou Dan was the only son in his family.

Lin Fugui was terrified. "Is there any hope for my son?"

He kept muttering, "No way, it can't be... How could it be a plague? The captain said it was miasma, and there's medicine for it, isn't there?"

As he spoke, Lin Fugui stuffed the rabbit leg that Jiang Yun had given him into Lin Gou Dan's mouth. He remembered what he had overheard last night while he was half asleep: his son was drooling with desire and wanted to save the rabbit leg for him.

To everyone's surprise, the next morning, the son fell into a coma and contracted the plague.

The others were also frightened, muttering repeatedly, "How could it be a plague... How could we be so unlucky?"

They said it, but they believed it in their hearts. They were all grieving as if they had lost their parents, and some were even on the verge of tears.

What could be worse than this?

It would be one thing to die on the way to escape famine, but why does God have to play tricks on people? We're almost at our destination. In two more days, we'll reach Guangcheng, and then we can take a boat to Shawan Town, which will only take a day.

Why is there another plague now?

Nothing is more painful than seeing hope only to be dashed again.

Jiang Yun continued to take his pulse: "It's a plague, so there's something wrong with the rabbit meat."

He then inserted a silver needle into the rabbit meat, and the needle quickly turned black.

Lin Fugui collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained.

All around were sounds of ghosts wailing and howling.

Jiang Yun frowned: "Stop crying, the person is not dead yet, there is hope, don't make a fuss."

It's so noisy here, everyone's talking at once, it's making the pulse diagnosis a bit confusing.

Once the surroundings quieted down, Jiang Yun began to take their pulses. "Fortunately, they can be saved. However, I'm missing a few medicines. I'll keep them alive for now and go find a town and a doctor."

Lin Shucheng glanced at the map. There was a town not far ahead, which he estimated would take about three hours to reach.

But Lin Jinyue didn't rush them to leave first.

This is a plague!

Lin Jinyue said in a serious tone: "You must remember every word I say from now on. It concerns everyone's lives, so you absolutely cannot make any mistakes."

"I have some cotton cloth here. Everyone take some and make masks. My mother taught you how to make them last time. When we set off, remember to wrap yourselves up tightly, just in case those flies and mosquitoes bite the dead and then bite us, which could also cause the plague. Also, everyone should try to keep their distance and not talk to each other. If you feel unwell, remember to tell my mother."

After Lin Jinyue finished explaining these things, everyone got busy.

The men moved the tents further apart, with no more than three people in each tent. Those who couldn't fit in just found an empty spot to sit, and some even used mugwort to fumigate the area.

The smell was really pungent.

Even if it's irritating, you have to put up with it. The worst thing is if something goes wrong with everyone. Who will push the cart then? Who will take care of them then?

They are safest only if the majority of people survive.

Everyone followed Jiang Yun's instructions carefully, and no one dared to say a word. Jiang Yun had told them before that some diseases are transmitted through saliva. Don't underestimate these trivial matters; if you take good precautions, you are unlikely to get sick.

They also washed their hands with the soap Lin Jinyue gave them, and washed them before eating, in order to avoid any possibility of something going wrong.

A short while later, Lin Fugui, for some reason, started to have a fever and said he felt unwell.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Lin Fugui hadn't done anything wrong. He was just a little close to Lin Gou Dan. How could he suddenly start to feel feverish and uncomfortable?

Oh no, another plague?

Goodness, is it that contagious?

Everyone was on edge, and everyone was worried about their health.

All I could think about was that phrase: "Tell me if you feel unwell."

Does this mean that even if you are careful, you can still get this disease?

In an instant, more than a dozen hands were raised, and they said in unison, "Dr. Jiang, I, I don't feel well either, I have a headache."

Jiang Yun didn't know what to say for a moment. She put one hand on Lin Fugui's wrist and said to everyone, "Stay calm and don't panic. Brother Fugui doesn't have the plague. He just caught a heat rash and was worried about Gou Dan, so he was too tired and developed a fever. One dose of medicine will do the trick. Don't scare yourself."

Lin Fugui, who had been on the verge of death, has now calmed down and is not daring to delay Jiang Yun's treatment of her son.

Jiang Yun looked at Lin Gou Dan and Chen Da Xi from the Chen family, and found it quite troublesome.

Treating the illness was not difficult for her, but even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice; without medicine, it would be useless.

Jiang Yun could only use the available medicinal herbs to stabilize his condition and then induce vomiting, hoping he would vomit a little bit at a time, which was just enough to keep the two of them alive until they reached the county town and found a pharmacy to cure them.

I just don't know if you can still buy those medicines at pharmacies these days.

Jiang Yun quickly prepared some temporary preventative medicine. It wasn't very effective at treating the illness, but it could at least provide some protection.

Following Jiang Yun's instructions, the group covered their heads completely, leaving only their eyes exposed, and were equipped with masks, headscarves, and gloves.

They have to stay wrapped up like this as long as they don't get heatstroke.

Lin Shucheng was worried that they wouldn't be able to withstand the blow and might all lose heart.

Lin Youcai, however, said from the front: "Everyone, cheer up and keep moving forward. We'll be safe once we reach the town. What did Lao San say? We're in the darkness before dawn right now. Once we get to Shawan Town, our good days are yet to come!"

Everyone shouted in unison, "Our good days are yet to come!"

The shouting was a bit awkward, but it instantly lifted the previously gloomy atmosphere.

When fleeing famine, people are not afraid of lacking food and clothing, but they are afraid of losing their will to live and becoming confused and aimless. How can that work?

The group struggled to keep going. The weather in Lingnan was hot and humid, and even the livestock didn't want to walk and kept wanting to drink water.

How could we let the horse go to the river? We don't even know if the river water has been polluted.

Fortunately, they had experienced a water shortage recently and developed the habit of boiling water whenever possible, so their water bladders were always full.

The horses refused to move, so people had to pull the cart, and some others had to be assigned to pull the livestock. It was a chaotic situation.

They set off in the morning, eating dry rations when they got hungry along the way, and Jiang Yun would give them acupuncture when they suffered from heatstroke. They didn't dare to stop for even a moment.