The old man on the other end also came over tremblingly, then knelt on the ground crying, looking at Fat Tiger and Yun Miao cautiously: "Is my son okay?"

In fact, she was not sure whether it was a plague. She just said so out of her desire to survive.

At this moment, he looked at Yun Miao with anxious and pleading eyes.

Facing the old woman's tearful face, Yun Miao sighed and helped her up, saying, "Don't worry, he just caught a cold, not the plague."

However, when her fingers clasped the old man's wrist, her eyes changed slightly, but it was only a slight change and soon returned to normal.

Fat Tiger breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a plague.

The refugees around them also relaxed their tense expressions, but still asked with some concern, "Is this a misdiagnosis?"

"The fever of plague is not so easy to reduce. If you are worried, you can wait for a cup of tea and we will be able to reduce his fever. But to avoid the uncertainty of recurring fever, it is best to see the final effect tomorrow morning. Therefore, Yun Mou hopes that everyone will go back to your resting place tonight and wait until tomorrow to see the result." Yun Miao said.

The refugees on the other side looked at each other, but did not leave.

"What if you misdiagnose the patient?" someone asked worriedly, "Won't we all be arrested by the government tomorrow?"

"Have you never thought that if one of you is really infected with the plague, then only one person will be infected? Even if there are no symptoms today, there will be symptoms tomorrow." After Yun Miao finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

They naturally understand this truth.

The previous behavior was nothing but an act of covering one's ears and stealing the bell, deceiving oneself and others.

I just want to live one day at a time, and I don’t want to be captured and become a ghost with no body left.

They all live with hope.

Yun Miao looked at them and said, "So please rest assured, we will be in the city during this period. If any of you have any symptoms of fever, we will provide free treatment."

"Really...really?" someone asked in disbelief.

"certainly."

With Yun Miao's assurance, everyone looked at each other hesitantly.

"In that case, we will trust you this time."

Old Li retreated with a group of slightly stronger refugees.

Knowing that her son did not have the plague, the old woman was very happy and immediately stepped forward to help her son up: "Nuo'er, thank goodness you don't have the plague. I was scared to death."

The young man also hugged his mother, and the grown man couldn't help crying: "It's all my fault. I couldn't protect my mother and frightened her just now."

Looking at this scene, Yun Miao's expression became slightly solemn.

Then he squatted down and looked at the two of them and said, "Don't worry, you will be fine."

Just when everything was settled, someone suddenly shouted, "The government officials are here."

The refugees on the street were instantly terrified. Even those in the corners, nearly fainting from hunger, helped each other up. "Run! If they find anyone with a fever here, we'll all die. They don't care if it's just a cold or the plague!"

Suddenly, the crowd became a mess.

Everyone started to run away as if a flood or a monster was coming.

The yamen runners were all fully armed, their faces covered with scarves.

They held long swords in their hands, and the swords flashed with cold light.

The leading guard, a dark-faced one, sat atop a tall horse. His sinister eyes swept over the numerous panicked refugees on the street. He swung his sword and declared, "Don't leave any one behind. Kill them all!"

Yun Miao's expression changed instantly.

It has not yet been confirmed whether there are any infected people, and perhaps the death order was issued based on just some rumors.

Mulansheng's expression turned cold. He didn't expect that the style of work in Yancheng would be so extreme.

Although the purpose is to control the spread of the plague, blindly killing people will not achieve any effect at all, and this order to kill without considering the circumstances is completely putting the cart before the horse.

The refugees naturally could not run as fast as the yamen runners, who still had weapons in their hands, but in an instant the refugees became lambs to be slaughtered.

"Stop!" Mulansheng roared, then jumped up.

He drew the soft sword from his waist and easily held the leading dark-faced guard hostage: "How dare you! Who allowed you to indiscriminately kill innocent people?"

The black-faced guard was kicked off his horse by Mulansheng and a soft sword was pressed against his neck.

He probably didn't expect that there was such a powerful warrior among the refugees. He was so frightened that he immediately shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

The yamen runners who were chasing the refugees all retreated, and all the weapons in their hands were turned towards Mulansheng.

Yun Miao led Fat Tiger and the others into the encirclement. She turned and glared at the surrounding yamen runners with a sharp gaze: "Is this how you treat the people of Yancheng?"

"They're most likely infected with the plague. If they stay, they'll be a nuisance. What civilians? We're all doing this for Tiansheng Nation and the greater good." The black-faced guard was still struggling on the ground: "You rabble, you deserve to die!"

Mulansheng stepped on his face and said: "If the plague needs to be solved by massacring the city, then you can commit suicide now."

"Haven't you received the message that the emperor has sent people to the Liao border and has found a way to cure the plague?" Yun Miao said coldly.

When the beleaguered refugees around heard these words, their eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Is there really a cure for the plague?"

"Hmph, you're too naive. If the plague could be cured, why would it be so terrifying? It's just consolation, and you still believe it? Besides, the plague is spreading so rapidly now. By the time they can save us, we may still be alive." The black-faced guard said coldly, "The government is killing people just to slow the spread of the plague. What's wrong with that?"

Hearing his words, Yun Miao felt extremely heavy in her heart.

Behind her are the sad and frightened eyes of the refugees. Facing unknown diseases and man-made disasters, life is sometimes so fragile.

"Go back and tell your county magistrate to isolate the infected areas. We have a way to solve the source of the disease. Don't kill the people anymore." Yun Miao said.

Hearing this, the black-faced guard looked at Yun Miao questioningly: "Who are you?"

"I'm not anyone, just an ordinary doctor." Yun Miao said.

With Mulansheng controlling the black-faced guards, the yamen runners did not dare to make any unnecessary moves.

They could only use their swords to surround the entire street and form a separate area to maintain a stalemate.

In the county government office at this time.

The paunchy county magistrate paced anxiously in the living room. "The troops from the capital are coming soon. If the higher-ups get to know about the situation in Yancheng, my official position will be in jeopardy."