Shampoo factory.

The Chinese medicine pot was bubbling and churning, with the dark brown liquid inside constantly churning.

Watching Zhu Langzhong's busy figure, Jiang Ling secretly began to stuff medicine into the mouths of people who had contracted the plague.

"Yaojie's mother! Yaojie's mother! Come quick! Lightning father seems... seems to have recovered from his fever!" Doctor Zhu shouted to Jiang Ling, his voice filled with excitement.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling quickly walked towards Lightning's father. Looking at him, whose eyes were gradually regaining focus, she asked in a low voice, "Lightning's father, how are you? Are you still feeling unwell anywhere?"

Lightning Dad shook his head, licked his chapped lips, and said with difficulty, "I feel much better. I'm not as afraid of the cold as before."

Doctor Zhu stuck his head out and touched Lightning's father's forehead, then pinched Lightning's father's wrist to take his pulse.

About a minute later, Doctor Zhu's face broke into a wide smile.

"Alright, alright! Lightning Father is all better! His fever has subsided, and his pulse is normal! It seems that this prescription was the right one!" Doctor Zhu was as happy as a child.

Hearing Zhu Langzhong's words, Jiang Ling felt relieved. She leaned against the wall and rested for a while before gradually recovering.

Meanwhile, Dr. Zhu had already gone to brew the medicine again. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was around, Jiang Ling took out the thermometer she had bought from the mall and measured her father's temperature—36.8°C.

Seeing the numbers displayed on the thermometer, Jiang Ling finally felt relieved.

The cure of Lightning Father boosted Jiang Ling and Doctor Zhu's confidence. The two of them worked for three days and three nights, one brewing the medicine and the other secretly feeding it to her.

...

County government office.

Magistrate Duan was restless and sent Zhao Liu to check on Lujia Village almost every half day, but the result was always that they could not enter.

Magistrate Duan sat in his bedroom, stroking his chin in deep thought. "How could the plague have appeared? I haven't heard of any outbreaks of plague recently!"

"My lord! My lord! I... I feel there's something fishy about this plague!" Zhao Liu ran in from outside, panting.

These past few days, Zhao Liu has been going to Lujia Village quite often, and he's gradually become familiar with the security team. Today, Zhao Liu specially bought some snacks and sent them over, as the saying goes, "You can't hit a smiling face."

After receiving the snacks, the security guards couldn't maintain their airs any longer and started chatting with Zhao Liu.

Zhao Liu was a clever man. He began to subtly steer the conversation toward the plague in their village, and through these subtle maneuvers, he actually discovered some interesting things.

As he spoke, Zhao Liu recounted everything he had learned to Magistrate Duan.

Magistrate Duan's eyebrows furrowed more and more, and his expression grew increasingly grave.

If what Zhao Liu said is true, then it wouldn't be excessive to punish the perpetrators of this matter by exterminating their entire families.

"Liu Zi, go and investigate whether anyone has had a dispute with the people of Lu Family Village recently!" Magistrate Duan instructed, stroking his chin.

Zhao Liu nodded and quietly left Magistrate Duan's room.

As soon as Magistrate Duan looked at the brush and inkstone on the table, he wrote the two characters "Luo Cheng" on them as if possessed.

"I hope it's not you, otherwise even if I lose this official hat, I won't let you off the hook!" Magistrate Duan picked up the candle and burned the Xuan paper he had just used.

...

Lujia Village.

Lightning Dad's initial recovery was a good start. Inside Jiang Ling's shampoo factory, more and more people's high fevers subsided, and Jiang Ling was overjoyed to see one normal temperature after another on the thermometer.

The disinfection work was also proceeding in an orderly manner. Jiang Ling bought a lot of effervescent tablets of 84 disinfectant from the mall. She distributed them to everyone using the same excuse as Jiang Ling's grandmother. After teaching them how to use them, she repeatedly warned them that they could not eat them.

With Old Lady Lu and Lu Youren as "role models," no one dared to go against Jiang Ling this time. They all gratefully took the 84 effervescent tablets home to do disinfection work.

Five days later, the last plague patient was cured.

During this period, Jiang Ling did not go home at all. Even when she ate, the children would leave the food at the door, and Jiang Ling would only dare to go and get it after watching the children walk away.

Jiang Ling carefully sprayed the used tableware several times with alcohol before daring to put it back.

As the last patient disappeared before Jiang Ling's eyes, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Immediately afterward, she felt dizzy and her heart pounded violently. Jiang Ling's eyes rolled back and she fell heavily to the ground.

"Doctor Zhu, how is my eldest sister?"

"Yes, yes, is Dr. Zhu Yaojie's mother feeling any better?"

"Doctor Zhu, just tell us what medicinal herbs you need. We've all said our piece; just ask, and we'll pool our money to buy them for Yaojie's mother!"

"Dr. Zhu..."

"Dr. Zhu..."

Jiang Ling was awakened by a commotion. She slowly opened her eyes and felt that half of her body was still aching.

"Doctor Zhu! Doctor Zhu! My mother! My mother is awake!"

Before Jiang Ling could even see what was happening, she felt a shadow dart past her, followed by an extremely excited voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, the original commotion mixed with footsteps rushed in. Jiang Ling tried to open her eyes and found that almost all the women in Lujia Village were surrounding her.

"Oh dear, Yaojie's mother, you're awake!"

"Big sister! Big sister, it's me, Yue'er! Are you feeling any better!"

"My God, Yaojie's mom, you scared me to death!"

Two voices, one of joy and the other of fear, mingled and mingled as they entered Jiang Ling's ears.

Jiang Ling frowned and said in a seemingly hoarse voice, "What...what's wrong with me?"

"Big sister, you scared us to death! Do you know how long you've been unconscious? A full three days!" Hu Yue'er was the first to rush to Jiang Ling's side, her eyes red with tears.

"Fainted?" Jiang Ling carefully considered Hu Yue'er's words. She seemed to vaguely remember that such a thing had happened.

No wonder half of her body hurt so much; she must have fallen.

"You're awake? Is anything bothering you? You've been overworked lately, and the lack of blood supply caused by malnutrition has led to this coma. I'll prescribe some medicine to replenish your qi and blood, so take it first!" Doctor Zhu said, feeling Jiang Ling's pulse.

Jiang Ling nodded, glanced at the three children with red eyes beside her and Shen Congxin, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, Mother is fine, isn't she?"

"Yaojie, go and get the medicine from Doctor Zhu!" Jiang Ling instructed.

During her recovery, Jiang Ling was incredibly bored. She spent her days eating, drinking, and resting in bed. Although she felt fine, the villagers were still worried about her health.

Looking at her increasingly round face, Jiang Ling sighed helplessly. After all, gaining weight is easy, but losing weight is harder than climbing to heaven.

"Mother, Magistrate Duan is here!" Just as Jiang Ling was holding the bronze mirror and feeling sad, Jiang Suihe gently knocked on Jiang Ling's door and said to her.