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Upon hearing this news, Wang Changlin could no longer remain calm. He rushed forward and grabbed the servant who had come to report it.

"Say it again!"

The servant was startled by Wang Changlin's strong reaction.

"Master...Master, more than 10,000 people have been cured in the epidemic area in the west of the city, and I heard that the number of cured people is increasing."

Wang Changlin's grip remained firm, "How come so many people suddenly got better?"

The servant was being held by Wang Changlin, feeling extremely oppressed and almost unable to breathe.

Shen Lingshu stepped forward to stop him, saying, "My lord, please calm down and let him finish speaking."

Wang Changlin then realized that he had lost his composure in front of Shen Lingshu, and slowly suppressed his anger, releasing the servant.

The servant coughed twice, pressing his chest, and continued, "I heard from the guards outside that the people in the plague-stricken area recovered after taking the elixir."

"A pill?" Wang Changlin thought for a moment. "Is it the Qi-Subduing Pill from our pharmacy?"

Logically, this shouldn't be the case. Pharmacies have been sealed off; there shouldn't be any Fuqi Pills that could have reached the epidemic area.

"Who sent the elixirs to the epidemic area?"

The servant scratched his head, recalling what the guard had told him, and after a while, he remembered...

"Oh! I remember now, the guard said it was the General's son, Zhao Jinzhong, who sent him there."

"Zhao Jinzhong?" Wang Changlin put his hands behind his back and began pacing around the room.

He pondered carefully, could it really be the Qi-Subduing Pill?

After all, two thousand Qi-Subduing Pills were sent to the Ling Shu Hall before, but I heard they haven't been used at all.

Is it really a Qi-Subduing Pill? But there are only two thousand of them...

Did they break down the Fuqi Pill into more than 10,000 portions?

Thinking of this, Wang Changlin didn't care about anything else. He told his servant to go to the study and bring him the Qi-Subduing Pill that he had hidden.

"Luckily, I had some hidden away myself, otherwise, at such a crucial moment, even my family wouldn't have been able to eat it."

Wang Changlin took out a Qi-subduing pill and ordered a servant to give it to Wang Yucong.

Shen Lingshu sensed something was wrong and asked, "Master, isn't the Qi-Subduing Pill supposed to be ineffective?"

After analyzing the situation himself, Wang Changlin came to the answer: "Madam, you may not know this, but Zhao Jinzhong has two thousand of our Fuqi Pills."

"Who knows, they might have cured the people in the epidemic area with just these two thousand pills of Fuqi Pill!"

"I've heard that the Sirius virus mutates extremely quickly. Yesterday's Fuqi Pill wasn't effective, but perhaps it can be cured today."

"Otherwise, tell me, Zhao Jinzhong is just a child, not even as old as our Cong'er. Where could he possibly get other medicines to treat the people?"

"And even if he had the prescription, it's impossible for him to refine the pills in just one or two days, right? Does he have a pill-refining room? Where are the alchemists?"

"Therefore, there's only one possibility: he used our Qi-Subduing Pill and cured the people!"

Wang Changlin was secretly pleased with his own analysis.

He thought that once his son recovered after taking the Qi-restoring pill, his wife would definitely treat him differently.

Shen Lingshu had a premonition that things were not as they seemed, but she couldn't find a reason to refute Wang Changlin.

They could only watch helplessly as the servants fed Wang Yucong the Qi-Subduing Pill.

Wang Yucong took the Qi-restoring pill, but after an incense stick's time, there was no sign of improvement.

Instead, the pustules on his body began to fester.

The servant who returned with the news saw that the young master seemed to be in even worse condition, and he suddenly remembered what the guard had told him.

He unconsciously controlled his voice, and in his panic, he shouted at Wang Changlin,

"Master, the guards outside the plague zone seem to have said that the people inside the plague zone recovered instantly after taking the pills."

Unlike the young master's reaction, he didn't dare say those words.

After a restless night, Wang Yucong began to vomit at dawn.

He vomited everything out of his stomach, and then experienced shortness of breath and difficulty breathing.

Half-awake, Wang Yucong called out to Shen Lingshu, "Mother...Mother..."

Shen Lingshu walked over and took his hand, her heart aching, tears streaming down her face.

She choked back tears as she said, "Cong'er, hang in there, Mother will think of something..."

"Mother..." Wang Yucong slightly opened his eyes, his breathing already becoming difficult.

He took a deep breath and said, "Go to the Ling Shu Hall and find Zhao Jinzhong..."

Wang Yucong's face turned bright red as he uttered those words.

Shen Lingshu was taken aback for a moment, then stood up. "I'll go find Zhao Jinzhong right now!"

As he passed by Wang Changlin, Wang Changlin stopped him.

"Madam, you mustn't go to Zhao Jinzhong! I have an irreconcilable hatred for his father, Zhao Yucheng!"

Shen Lingshu looked at the person who had been with her for nearly twenty years and suddenly felt like a stranger.

She smiled bitterly and said, "General Zhao is an upright man. What does your irreconcilable enmity with him have to do with my Cong'er?"

Wang Changlin was speechless for a moment, then he said...

"Zhao Jinzhong may know about the feud between me and his father. If you go to him, he might not help you; instead, he might embarrass you."

Shen Lingshu was growing increasingly disgusted with her first husband, she said calmly.

"I went to him to ask for his help. If he holds a grudge against you and makes things difficult for me, I will accept it."

But what if he's open-minded and willing to save Cong'er's life?

Before Shen Lingshu got married, she had heard that the Zhao family had been generals for generations, and that they were righteous and awe-inspiring.

In comparison, Wang Changlin's despicable methods are truly shameful.

After Shen Lingshu finished speaking, she shook off Wang Changlin's hand and left Wang Yucong's courtyard without looking back.

Just as they were about to leave the Marquis's residence, Wang Mengling followed them, wanting to go to the Ling Shu Hall with Shen Lingshu.

Shen Lingshu did not stop her from going with her. Having another person by her side made Shen Lingshu feel more confident.

At Ling Shu Hall, Zhao Jinzhong and Zhou Ruo arrived at the clinic early.

One after another, some people infected with the Sirius plague came to the clinic for treatment.

Zhou Ruo exchanged some more Plague-Clearing Pills from the Immortal Treasure Pavilion to prepare for future use.

After Zhao Jinzhong returned from her second trip to the west of the city yesterday, the number of spirit stones in her Immortal Treasure Pavilion had reached nearly 40,000.

Zhou Ruo felt very well-off and was in a great mood.

Moreover, many people who were cured by her sent a lot of fruit to the Ling Shu Hall.

Zhou Ruo wanted to tell everyone that they no longer needed to send her fruit; whenever she wanted to eat, she could simply exchange it at the Immortal Treasure Pavilion and she would have immortal fruit to eat.

However, the people were so grateful to her that they ate more fruit than they could have.

Jia Yuntian specially vacated a room for Zhou Ruo to store the fruit she couldn't finish.

Later, Zhou Ruo realized she couldn't eat that much, so she asked them to send the extra fruit to the epidemic area and distribute it to everyone.

When Shen Lingshu and Wang Mengling arrived at Lingshu Hall, Zhou Ruo was sitting in a chair happily eating fruit.

A cheerful tune was humming through his nose, a stark contrast to Shen Lingshu's anxious mood.

Upon entering the clinic, Wang Mengling looked around but did not see Zhao Jinzhong.

Her expectant gaze instantly dimmed.

Seeing that Shen Lingshu was dressed in extraordinary clothes and had an excellent temperament, Jia Yuntian guessed that she must be a lady from a noble family.

He came out from behind the counter and greeted us politely.

"Madam, would you like to get medicine or see a doctor?"

Before her mother could speak, Wang Mengling hurriedly asked, "Where's Zhao Jinzhong? Why isn't he at the clinic?"

Only then did Jia Yuntian notice the girl next to Shen Lingshu.

Seeing Jia Yuntian's slightly displeased expression, Shen Lingshu knew that her daughter had been impolite.

He quickly said, "Ling'er, don't be rude."

Then he turned to Jia Yuntian and asked, "Young master, is Young Master Zhao here? We have urgent business with him."