The patients stayed in the house for a few days, being locked in the room drinking medicine every day, and suddenly a few of them discovered that they seemed to have not had a relapse for several days.

The young girl’s mother also calculated, she hadn’t had a relapse for three days, whereas before, it occurred every other day.

When the relapse happened, the pain was such that as a mother, she felt empathetic.

The young girl’s mother quickly reported to the soldiers, asking if they could leave, the soldiers told them to continue taking the medicine and said to report this to Doctor Gu, asking them to wait for news.

Three days later, the soldiers carefully asked those who hadn’t fallen ill again and let them leave.

Since that day, every time the medicine was brought in, those left scrambled to take a bowl, even licking the bottom clean.

Gradually, fewer and fewer patients were brought in each day, and more and more left.

Yun Jiao was still busy every day, the first batch of fresh sweet wormwood from Sichuan finally arrived.

Fresh sweet wormwood was undoubtedly more active, easier to squeeze juice from, and more effective as medicine.

It wasn’t long before another batch of mosquito nets came from Xiang City, and Prefect Wu called on the city’s women to use various coarse and fine fabrics, even silk, to make mosquito nets to distribute to the victims, as well as to families too poor to afford nets in the city.

Prefect Wu was also afraid that these people would pawn the nets, instructing the shopkeepers of each pawnshop that any pawnshop daring to accept mosquito nets would have the shopkeeper thrown into jail.

There were indeed those who tried to pawn the nets.

Unfortunately, the pawnshops dared not accept them, so these people had no choice but to take the nets back home and hang them up.

Inside and outside Yangzhou City, every evening saw smoke billowing everywhere as households burned herbal packets to kill mosquitoes.

Day by day, the number of people living in large houses outside the city dwindled.

In the suburbs, the weeds were all cleared out.

All ditches were filled in to prevent mosquitoes from breeding.

Although Prefect Wu was cautious and somewhat timid, he was still responsible.

Two months passed, the water receded, and in Yangzhou City, even finding a single mosquito was difficult; the disaster victims began returning home.

They were originally villagers from nearby, with the water gone, they had to quickly return home and catch up to plant a season of rice. Although a bit late, the harvest wouldn’t be great, but it was better than leaving the land idle.

Yun Jiao also prepared to go home. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Everything was packed, and early that morning, Yun Jiao took Cai Ping and set off on her journey home with a hundred members of the Forbidden Army.

It was already August, and the weather had cooled considerably.

The carriage hadn’t gone far from the south city gate when it stopped.

Yun Jiao was dozing in the carriage, having gotten up too early today.

When the carriage stopped, she woke up and asked, "What happened?"

Cai Ping gently nudged her, "Mistress, look outside."

Yun Jiao looked out through the Bishui Gauze-covered window and saw the roadside densely filled with kneeling people.

A hard-to-describe shock swept over Yun Jiao.

She hurriedly got off from the carriage and looked at the people on the sides of the road.

She saw the little girl, kneeling beside her mother, her big eyes blinking at her.

She saw her first patient, together with his wife, kneeling with gratitude.

And the middle-aged man who had scorned her for being a woman at the time, his face was now full of gratitude.

Many familiar faces seemed to be looking back at her.

Yun Jiao didn’t know what to say, she just repeatedly said, "Everyone, please get up."