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"Miss, could you also treat the soldiers tomorrow?" Doctor Yu asked earnestly.

Zhou Ruo paused in her munching on the carrot. "Can't we get treatment now?"

"It's getting late, and I thought Miss wanted to rest."

Zhou Ruo shook her head. She really wanted to know if treating wounded soldiers could also restore her spiritual power as quickly as Doctor Yu's.

"Father, I want to go treat the wounded soldiers now."

Although Zhao Yucheng also wanted Zhou Ruo to rest, his heart was already heavy with worry for the wounded soldiers.

"If you're not tired, we can go now."

"Not tired at all!" Zhou Ruo stepped forward and took Zhao Yucheng's hand. "Father, let's go!"

With her other hand, she held Zhao Jinzhong's hand, saying, "Brother, let's go!"

Zhou Ruoyi held both of their hands, took two steps toward the tent entrance, then turned back to urge Doctor Yu, "Doctor Yu, hurry up!"

The three adults and one child walked towards the wounded soldiers' camp.

When Zhou Ruo arrived at the wounded soldiers' camp, he could clearly feel that the entire camp was shrouded in a thick fog.

She couldn't see the color of the fog, but she could sense that the conditions in the wounded soldiers' camp were very complicated.

As soon as he entered the wounded soldiers' camp, Zhao Jinzhong couldn't stop sneezing.

Zhou Ruo glanced at Zhao Jinzhong and exclaimed, "Brother, don't breathe! There are so many spores!"

There are many small spores on the outside of Zhao Jinzhong's respiratory tract trying to squeeze into it.

People who are recovering from a serious illness, have suffered severe injuries, or have large exposed wounds are least protected against these spores.

Zhou Ruo immediately took out a silver needle. "Brother, hold out your hand."

Zhao Jinzhong didn't understand, but he did as instructed.

While reaching out, I also sneezed and started to feel a slight itch, soreness, and pain all over my body.

He wanted to ask Zhou Ruo what she wanted to do, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak. He could only keep covering his mouth and sneezing, which got worse and worse.

Doctor Yu watched Zhao Jinzhong's reaction from the side, and it was similar to the reaction of a group of soldiers in the wounded soldiers' camp.

He initially diagnosed the soldiers with allergies, but he couldn't determine what was causing them to have allergic reactions.

So he ordered people to brew a decoction for treating allergies for several days, following the usual method of treating allergies, and gave it to the soldiers.

As a result, the soldiers' condition did not improve; in fact, their pain became even more severe.

Some soldiers began to develop bruises and welts on their bodies, which looked quite frightening.

Without saying a word, Zhou Ruo inserted the silver needle directly into the acupoint on Zhao Jinzhong's wrist, using spiritual power to seal the entrance to his energy channels.

"Little Spore, this is my brother, you mustn't hurt him!"

Zhou Ruo used her spirituality to speak to the spores that were crowding into Zhao Jinzhong's mouth and nose. The next second, the spores dispersed and flew away.

After the silver needles were inserted into the acupoints, Zhao Jinzhong quickly stopped sneezing, and the itching, soreness, and pain in his body gradually disappeared.

Dr. Yu was quite surprised to see Zhao Jinzhong recover from his allergic reaction so quickly.

He noticed that the acupuncture points Zhou Ruo used were not special, but why was it so effective with just one needle?

Zhou Ruo was very familiar with the spores of these plants.

In her previous life, she roamed the immortal mountains for a long time, and was like friends with all kinds of plants and their spores.

"Dr. Yu, are there other people here like my brother?"

Doctor Yu, regaining his composure from the shock, responded to Zhou Ruo:

"Yes, miss, there are a dozen or twenty soldiers with the same symptoms."

"I don't know what caused everyone to be like this."

"I used five kinds of herbs, Huangshan herbs, gentian... to make a medicinal soup for the soldiers, but it doesn't seem to be working."

Zhou Ruo nodded as she listened. The medicine that Doctor Yu used could only relieve the itching.

But what's the use? The spores in the air are always there. Even if the itching stops now, it will still start itching again in a while.

"Dr. Yu, the little spores are hiding in the wind." Zhou Ruo pointed her little finger into the air.

"Microspores? Hiding in the wind?" Dr. Yu asked.

"Hmm! Lots and lots of spores, we need to get rid of them."

Dr. Yu had considered the water source, the soldiers' living conditions, and the food they would eat, but he hadn't considered that it might be spores.

Zhao Jinzhong then realized, "So, my constant sneezing was also caused by those spores?"

"Yes, brother."

"Then why is it only me who reacted, while you guys are all fine?" Zhao Jinzhong was even more puzzled.

"Because these spores really like people like you who have just recovered from illness!"

"Injured people will also react," Zhou Ruo added.

Doctor Yu finally got it right.

After Zhou Ruo said that, he realized that the soldiers with allergic symptoms all had injuries.

Many of them had returned from the battlefield wounded; some had just recovered, while others were still in the process of healing.

"Miss, is there any way to treat this?" Doctor Yu asked excitedly.

He saw that if Zhou Ruoneng could cure Zhao Jinzhong in one go, then the soldiers would be saved!

"You need to get rid of them all to cure it."

Zhou Ruo just gave Zhao Jinzhong acupuncture, which can only protect him temporarily; it won't work in the long run.

Zhao Yucheng was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

From the moment he entered the wounded soldiers' camp, he listened to Zhou Ruo and Doctor Yu talking about spores and treatments, but he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Ruo'er, tell your father, what can your father do?"

Zhao Yucheng can even fight roe deer, so how could driving away spores be difficult for him?

He looked confident and determined, but Zhou Ruo poured cold water on his enthusiasm the next second.

"Father, I need to find the mother of these spores so I can drive them away."

"But it's too dark now, I can't see clearly," Zhou Ruo explained.

Zhao Yucheng couldn't even see the tiny spores, let alone find the spore mother.

He grew even more anxious. "Then light the lamps! I'll have the soldiers bring more lamps!"

"Hmm—" Zhou Ru shook her head and said, "You can only see it clearly in sunlight."

Zhao Yucheng felt a tightness in his chest, and just as Doctor Yu was at a loss, a doctor ran out from the wounded soldiers' camp.

This is Li Lu, the general's physician who was temporarily assigned to help out at the military camp.

He was treating wounded soldiers when he heard them say they saw Doctor Yu and the general arrive, so he rushed over for help.

"Dr. Yu! A soldier is having trouble breathing, I can't treat him anymore, please go and take a look!"

Li Lu looked exhausted.

The moment Zhou Ruo saw him, she noticed that he showed some signs of mild poisoning.

Zhou Ruo began to find it strange. Doctor Yu was poisoned, so how come the doctor in front of her was also poisoned?

She was led by Zhao Jinzhong and quickly walked to the area that Doctor Li had mentioned.

The soldiers in the wounded soldiers' camp developed different illnesses, and the doctors divided them into different areas and separated them.

They have now arrived at the patient area where the symptoms are very similar to those of Zhao Jinzhong's sneezing earlier.

There were a dozen or twenty soldiers lying there, some of them unbearably itchy, and they kept sneezing as they scratched.