Seeing Chang Yuncheng seemingly descending from the heavens, everyone was stunned.

“Wow,” Wang Qiao’er reached out and patted her father’s shoulder, “Father, you don’t need to worry anymore. Someone’s taking care of it.”

She watched Chang Yuncheng walk over, her eyes bright.

“Wow…” she said again.

Wang Qian naturally saw this too. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, then he sighed softly and lowered his gaze.

It seemed he was still lacking that little bit. What a pity.

Youth was indeed good—willing to sacrifice everything, able to act so recklessly, able to be fearless, able to have no constraints.

Qi Yue watched Chang Yuncheng appear, and strangely, she felt no surprise in her heart, as if he had been there from the beginning.

Chang Yuncheng stopped in front of her, but didn’t look at her. He turned around to face the crowd, like a wall blocking Qi Yue’s view.

Qi Yue looked at him. His body was covered in dust and dirt, as if he had just crawled out of the wilderness. From afar it wasn’t noticeable, but up close, even his hair was dirty and disheveled, looking quite unsightly.

“Lord, what are you planning to do now?” This time it was Wang Qingchun speaking.

Compared to last time, his momentum was even stronger now.

Unfortunately, once again he happened to be standing on the side of the people.

Unfortunately, once again the former couple found themselves on the opposite side of the people.

What was luck?

This was luck!

What was character?

This was character!

You treat patients, just treat them—why act so arrogant! You act arrogant toward those common people, but where’s your arrogance toward these high-ranking noble families!

No explanations, no courtesy, whatever you say goes, and you even dare to make such harsh threats!

It’s just diarrhea—when doesn’t diarrhea kill a few people! What’s so special about it!

Clearly it’s diarrhea, but you insist on calling it some infectious disease. Haven’t you seen that so many people haven’t been infected! You’re truly seeking your own death!

This time, if I don’t drive you, this woman, out of Yongqing Prefecture, I won’t be surnamed Wang!

At this moment, the others stopped talking. All eyes in the venue fell on this married couple… former married couple.

“What do you want to do?” Chang Yuncheng asked, turning his head slightly.

This was naturally not a counter-question to Wang Qingchun.

Qi Yue glanced at him and stepped forward.

“I’ll say it again—all patients with diarrhea and fever symptoms must come with me to be isolated outside the city. Family members may visit but cannot stay overnight.” She spoke slowly, her gaze sweeping over the people before her. “I still maintain my judgment. This must be some kind of infectious disease. Although I haven’t yet discovered what infectious disease it is, what the source of infection is, or even whether it can transmit between people, I believe in my judgment.”

“Why do you believe in your judgment?” Wang Qingchun frowned, asking with some disbelief and amusement.

Why? Why did this woman always have such an all-knowing attitude? What did she know? Wasn’t she just skilled in a few techniques others didn’t know? There were plenty of people with unique skills—why didn’t they have this woman’s arrogant certainty!

“Because…” Qi Yue looked at him and suddenly smiled. “Because you all…”

Because I am your descendant, because I have inherited the accumulated experience of countless predecessors, because I can stand on the shoulders of giants, seeing more, knowing more, and having more experience.

Lunatic! Wang Qingchun could only wave his sleeves in dismissal.

Before he could say anything more, Qi Yue turned around.

“Now our entire Qianjin Hall will move outside the city,” she announced loudly.

The disciples of Qianjin Hall responded in unison. They began walking out.

The crowd automatically made way.

Qi Yue watched her disciples leave, then took a step forward, stopped, and looked at the crowd.

“Those who believe in me, who want to save their lives, follow me,” she said.

No one moved. Everyone looked at her with complex expressions.

“The prefect has already invited several more physicians from other places. With everyone working together, we’ll definitely be able to cure this diarrhea. Everyone need not panic—no need to be hospitalized. Just stay in your own homes, and we’ll organize physicians to make house calls,” Wang Qingchun announced loudly, pointing at several physicians who had already been stunned by the scene.

As he spoke, one of the physicians suddenly stepped forward.

“Everyone, for this type of diarrhea, this old physician has an excellent remedy,” he said.

This made Wang Qingchun ecstatic.

“Really?” he turned to ask.

The old physician nodded.

“Really,” he answered.

At these words, everyone present visibly relaxed.

Qi Yue showed no reaction. She glanced at the crowd, turned around, and walked away.

Chang Yuncheng followed behind her, then the horse leisurely followed along, snorting loudly, making the originally somewhat serious scene suddenly become somewhat comical.

They quickly distanced themselves from the crowd.

No one followed.

Wang Qingchun couldn’t help but want to laugh, expecting that woman to look back and see her miserable fate.

Unfortunately, Qi Yue and the others continued walking steadily without anyone looking back.

Keep up the act!

“Hurry up! Are you done packing?” A voice suddenly rang out, and then someone ran out from the crowd.

It was Doctor Zhu, who had been cured a few days ago, with his wife following behind carrying a bundle.

“The children’s father, are you really going?” his wife asked tearfully, reluctant to part.

Doctor Zhu snatched the bundle.

“I’m not completely recovered yet. I barely saved my life—I won’t risk it for the sake of face,” he said. “You stay home and wait. Watch the children well. Don’t go out these days. The Qianjin Hall advertisements also explain how to disinfect—follow those instructions with the servants, and everything will be fine.”

Doctor Zhu followed them under everyone’s surprised gazes.

“Wasn’t Doctor Zhu already cured? Why is he still going?” someone couldn’t help but ask.

No one answered him, but many people vaguely guessed it was either fear of death or… loyalty.

Supporting that woman…

Following Doctor Zhu, two more followed.

“Quickly, carry him steadily—the master just woke up.”

These were two families with patients originally hospitalized at Qianjin Hall—one escorted by his son, one by his wife, both accompanied by their servants.

Wang Qingchun’s expression wasn’t as good as before, but fortunately, after these few families and three more followed, no one else left.

“May they have good luck!” Wang Qingchun said, hoping they wouldn’t be tortured to death by that woman…

Of course, as a court official, he would never say such words aloud.

“Then everyone should follow the prefect’s arrangements,” the scholar Tong spoke up.

In fact, the prefect hadn’t spoken from beginning to end. But for this prefect, known for his procrastination, such a reaction was within everyone’s expectations.

But Yongqing Prefecture was ultimately under his authority—when it was time for him to speak, he must speak.

The prefect was satisfied with his words.

“Thank you all for being rational and not panicking. Now please follow Medical Judge Wang’s arrangements and cooperate,” he nodded solemnly.

Now it was Wang Qingchun’s turn to speak. He quickly looked at the crowd.

“Everyone need not panic—this is definitely not a plague. I will lead physicians from throughout the prefecture and invite others from different prefectures and counties to assist. Those with diarrhea patients at home should wait peacefully. We will visit each household for treatment. Rest assured, this matter will pass quickly,” he said with a smile.

The people present nodded, some expressing gratitude for his hard work, others thanking him. The atmosphere swept away the tension and became relaxed and peaceful.

“Make way, make way.”

A series of chaotic footsteps broke the newly peaceful atmosphere.

A carriage raced toward them, closely followed by over a dozen guards carrying clubs with solemn expressions.

The carriage displayed prominent lanterns with the large characters “Marquis Dingxi’s Residence.”

The carriage had no curtains or window coverings, making Marquis Dingxi clearly visible to everyone.

Just as everyone looked over, Marquis Dingxi waved his fist at them.

“You fools who don’t believe Yueniang’s words, just wait to die!” he shouted loudly.

Before anyone could react, the carriage sped past, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Everyone was choked, not by the dust, but by Marquis Dingxi’s words.

Birds of a feather truly flock together! Always cursing people to die at the drop of a hat! How vicious!

Marquis Dingxi’s sudden appearance left everyone with no mood to linger, and they dispersed.

Wang Qingchun led people to first treat the few patients who hadn’t followed Qianjin Hall, with physicians naturally entering the patients’ homes.

“See what Lady Qi needs and send it to her,” Wang Tongye said quietly.

Before Wang Qian could respond, Wang Qiao’er pouted nearby.

“What could she need!” she said, tugging at her little braid. “All she needs is someone to help her fight, but the fight’s already over—what’s the point of sending clubs now?”

Having said this, she walked toward the carriage with some disappointment.

“How boring. Let’s go, let’s go,” she said, being helped onto the carriage by her maids and servants.

“Grandfather, it’s getting late. Grandmother and Father must be worried at home. Let’s return,” Wang Qian said.

Wang Tongye hummed in agreement. He had his own sedan chair, and just before getting in, he couldn’t help but look back toward the city gate.

“Acting before others might be foolish, but it also takes courage…” he murmured.

When night fell, the isolation facility outside the city was already properly arranged.

After much persuasion, Marquis Dingxi returned to the city but still left some servants as guards.

“Didn’t you say isolation? In case someone disobeys and runs away. Have them guard the perimeter—not even a fly will escape,” he said happily.

“No need. They came with me because they trust me, Qi Yue,” Qi Yue said, looking back at the courtyard where all the rooms were still lit, with disciples in protective clothing bustling about, and the aroma of food already wafting from the back courtyard.

Marquis Dingxi looked at Chang Yuncheng standing nearby, not even daring to say farewell, and hurried away as if afraid he might follow.

This residence sat in the wilderness. When night fell, unlike modern society with lights everywhere, looking around now was all pitch black, with summer night breezes bringing the cool freshness of the wild lands.

“Go eat,” Chang Yuncheng said.

Qi Yue turned around.

“You go eat. I need to hurry to the laboratory over there now because we’re out of penicillin, and we need to purify some as quickly as possible,” she said to Chang Yuncheng.

“You still need to eat,” Chang Yuncheng said. “Don’t rush. If it works, it works; if not, it doesn’t. It’s nothing serious.”

Qi Yue nodded.

“I’ll go with you after eating,” Chang Yuncheng said.

Qi Yue shook her head.

“You’re tired, aren’t you? Go sleep first,” she said.

“Not tired. This is nothing,” Chang Yuncheng smiled.

This time he hadn’t even reached the capital before being called back halfway—much less taxing than that time racing back from the capital.

And he had arrived just in time. He felt truly relaxed, very relaxed in his heart.

Thinking this, the smile on his face couldn’t help but spread.

Qi Yue looked at him. Under the torchlight at the entrance, with his disheveled hair, stubbly beard, and dust-covered face, his smile could hardly be called pleasant to look at.

She looked at Chang Yuncheng, remembering how he appeared when she first met him—so handsome, elegant, noble, and dazzling. Compared to this moment, he was completely like a different person.

Back then, his life didn’t include her, so he was carefree, unrestrained, and without constraints.

But later, his life included her—not Qi Yueniang, but Qi Yue wearing Qi Yueniang’s skin. For him, was this fortune or misfortune?

Qi Yue walked over and embraced his waist, pressing her head against his chest.