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When Dr. Yu was asked this question, he realized that he was indeed unusually hot.

Early this morning, Dr. Yu spent more than an hour in a wounded soldiers' ward, and this is what happened to him.

But he couldn't take care of himself; the soldiers' symptoms started to become chaotic again.

"Miss, please come in and have a look."

Zhou Ruo paused for a moment and said, "Let me first see where these tiny spores came from."

She peered closely at the tiny, bustling spores through the sunlight overhead.

The spores were mostly gathered above the wounded soldiers' camp.

"The mother of the little spores must be inside," Zhou Ruo said, pointing to the wounded soldiers' camp.

But where did these spores come from? Zhou Ruo racked her brains trying to figure it out.

With a sense of doubt, she walked a few steps out of the spore circle and saw a large pot of something being cooked over a fire outside the wounded soldiers' camp.

She saw spores continuously rising from the flames at the bottom of the pot and running into the wounded soldiers' camp.

"What's this?" Zhou Ruo asked, pointing to the large pot in the distance.

Doctor Yu looked in the direction Zhou Ruo pointed and said, "Oh, this is for boiling medicine in hot water for the wounded soldiers."

Zhou Ruo jogged over, took a closer look, and finally understood.

These spores originally inhabited valleys and sparsely populated areas.

It's unusual for it to appear in densely populated military camps.

Zhou Ruo saw that the haystack piled up to the side was covered with dormant spores.

These spores were intentionally brought into the military camp; the dormant spores are harmless to humans.

But when these straws are put into a fire and lit, the spores will quickly awaken after sensing the heat.

Once awakened, the spores will immediately seek out their mother.

This is why Zhou Ruo judged that the mother spores were in the wounded camp.

Because the spores were concentrated above the wounded soldiers' camp, there was no trace of spores anywhere else in the camp.

Zhou Ruo pulled Zhao Jinzhong close and whispered in his ear:

"Brother, the spores came out of those piles of grass."

Zhao Jinzhong entered the military camp at the same time as Zhou Ruo, and he didn't know where the haystack came from.

He turned to Doctor Yu and asked, "Where did these herbs come from?"

"Young General, I don't know the specifics either. You'll have to ask the soldiers in charge of tending the fire."

As they were talking, the soldier in charge of tending the fire and boiling water came running from a distance, adjusting his trousers as he ran.

"Xiao Lu, the fire is still burning so fiercely, and you've already abandoned your post?" Doctor Yu questioned sternly.

"Doctor Yu, I really need to relieve myself. The other brothers are all training, so I have returned as quickly as possible."

Lu Ming explained nervously.

Zhao Jinzhong: "Doctor Yu, I'll tell the General later to send another person."

Doctor Yu: "Very well! Thank you for your understanding, Young General!"

Lu Ming was originally worried about being punished by the young general, but now not only has he not been punished, he has also gained an extra helper.

He was very grateful: "Thank you so much for your magnanimity, Young General!"

Zhao Jinzhong: "Lu Ming, I'm asking you, where did all this grass come from?"

Lu Ming: "Reporting to the young general, these were all picked up by the soldiers from the valley next to the village."

"A valley?" Doctor Yu, realizing the valley wasn't close to the military camp, continued to ask:

"Why did we have to go so far? Aren't there any kind of wood to start a fire in the woods next to the military camp?"

It rained for a long time a month ago, and a lot of the timber in the forest was wet.

Lu Ming recalled: "At that time, Doctor Qin said that there was a lot of grass in the valley that had not been wet by the rain, so he led the soldiers to fetch it."

It's Doctor Qin again? Zhao Jinzhong felt that things were quite coincidental.

At this moment, Zhou Ruo pulled Zhao Jinzhong toward the wounded soldiers' camp.

She wanted to find the mother spore as soon as possible.

However, what troubled her was that, based on where the spores gathered, she could only determine that the mother spore was in the wounded soldiers' camp.

However, its exact location cannot be determined.

After searching the wounded soldiers' camp, I couldn't find any trace of the mother spores.

"Miss, is there any way to get rid of the spores in the wind?" Doctor Yu asked with concern.

Zhou Ru patted her head, looking somewhat troubled.

We couldn't think of a good solution for the time being, but fortunately, the wounded soldiers who received acupuncture treatment last night are still in stable condition.

"How about this, miss, could you please take a look at the wounded soldiers in this area first?"

Dr. Yu was referring to the ward where he had been staying since the early hours of the morning; the wounded soldiers in this area had once given him a headache.

Zhou Ruo and Zhao Jinzhong entered the area, where two or three doctors were already providing relief treatment to the wounded soldiers.

"Dr. Yu, they have a cold-related illness!" Zhou Ruo had just stepped into the wounded soldiers' area when she felt a bone-chilling cold.

"Miss is truly amazing! That's right, these wounded soldiers have contracted extreme cold."

Doctor Yu was amazed that Zhou Ruo could diagnose the symptoms simply by approaching them, without even taking the pulses of the wounded soldiers.

"But Miss, we've used a lot of medicine to dispel the cold, and even had acupuncture to expel the cold toxins, but it's still not working!"

Doctor Yu was very troubled, and he said again:

"On the battlefield, more than a hundred soldiers fought for seven days and seven nights to clear a bloody path for the army and lead the enemy into the cold land."

"In the end, only a dozen or so soldiers survived."

Dr. Yu recalled his experiences on the battlefield with great heartache.

Zhao Jinzhong's heart was filled with passion. These were the soldiers who had once fought alongside him through thick and thin, but now they were in this state.

He also felt heartbroken and worried for the soldiers, and he hoped that these soldiers could get rid of their illnesses as soon as possible.

"Ruoruo, can it be cured?"

When Dr. Yu heard Zhao Jinzhong ask the same question with concern, he then recounted in detail the treatment process that the doctors had been carrying out.

"Actually, after these soldiers came down from the battlefield, the doctors and I had already brought their symptoms under control."

"After returning to the barracks, we administered medication several more times, and the soldiers gradually recovered."

"But half a month ago, these dozen or so people suddenly developed a cold, just like a relapse of an old illness, and it was more severe than before."

Zhou Ruo used her spiritual power to sense that the chill emanating from these soldiers had successfully driven away the spores in the air.

Not only these dozen or so people, but also the wounded soldiers' wards connected to them were protected by their "cold energy".

Without this "cold air," these soldiers, who were already seriously ill, would have died long ago if they had been attacked by the spores.

The twenty soldiers who were infected by spores and fell ill, whom Zhou Ruo treated last night, were the furthest away from these soldiers suffering from cold symptoms.

It had already exceeded the "cold air protection zone," which is why spore allergy symptoms appeared.

Zhou Ruo thought for a moment, then smiled at Zhao Jinzhong and said, "It should be fine, brother."

With only 37% of her spiritual power, Zhou Ruo wasn't entirely confident she could cure these soldiers suffering from cold-related ailments, but she was determined to give it a try.