Wei Ying watched solemnly as they finished taking the medicine. Then his gaze remained fixed on them, afraid that something unexpected might happen if he blinked.
Thankfully, an hour later, they showed no adverse reactions. Wei Zhi's emotions also stabilized a lot. Seeing this, Wei Ying told Wei Zhi to go back to the small house to rest first.
Out of worry, he specifically sent someone to check on her every hour.
Then they found an ownerless house and let Zhao Yue and the others rest inside. After all, they couldn't be placed with other patients anymore. If they really got better but were infected again, it would be a great loss. Since they couldn't risk taking them out of the city for the time being, they could only find a clean and enclosed place to settle them first.
They would take them out of the city after they recovered.
After that, Wei Ying sent people to take turns guarding the doors of these two places. If there was any movement, they were to report it to him immediately.
Watching Wei Ying make these arrangements methodically, Wen Yi felt quite complicated. He asked himself that if this happened to him, he definitely couldn't do as well as Wei Ying...
He sighed silently in his heart. He probably understood why the emperor wanted to make Wei Ying the crown prince. If he were the emperor, he might... also choose Wei Ying without hesitation.
...
A few days passed. Zhao Yue and Wei Zhi looked much better. Especially Zhao Yue and the others. The pustules on their bodies had improved and scabbed over. It seemed that they were no longer growing.
Seeing this, Wei Ying silently let out a sigh of relief. Then he had the mind to handle other matters.
On this day, he had just received a letter from Anduo Zebu. Before he could read it, someone excitedly reported to him:
"Master! Zhao Yue and the others seem to be getting better and better! Just now, Lord Wuya went to check and said that if there are no accidents, the medicine has taken effect on them!"
After hearing this, Wei Ying immediately put away the letter in his hand and led people into the city.
When he saw Zhao Yue and the others, Wei Ying finally showed a long - awaited smile on his face.
Zhao Yue had regained his full vigor. He jumped up and down on the spot excitedly: "My lord! Look! Your subordinate seems to be getting better! The strength in my body has also come back! And... it hasn't hurt for several days!"
If it weren't for worrying that he wasn't fully recovered and might still be contagious, Zhao Yue would probably have rushed towards Wei Ying regardless of the difference between master and servant.
After hearing this, Wei Ying also said happily: "It's good that you're better. Then... what about Wei Zhi?"
Wuya sighed softly: "Naturally, she didn't recover as quickly as Zhao Yue and the others. There still seem to be some pustules on her body. But looking at her eyes, they have regained their former sparkle. Presumably... she should be okay."
Wei Ying nodded understandingly. Then he walked towards the house where Wei Zhi was.
When he reached the door, Wei Ying suddenly frowned.
It was just because... there was no one guarding the door?
"Where are the guards here?" Wei Ying asked coldly.
But everyone lowered their heads and dared not speak.
Wuya's face also darkened. He knocked on the door and shouted: "Wei Zhi?"
But there was no response from inside.
Without saying a word, Wei Ying directly reached out and pushed the door open.
The inside of this cloth workshop seemed much better than the last time he came. At least, there were no longer torn rags on the ground.
But... where was Wei Zhi?
Wei Ying suppressed the strong uneasiness in his heart and walked in. And Wuya followed closely behind.
Soon, they turned over the table and saw... Wei Zhi lying on the ground.
"Wei Zhi?" Wuya's voice was a bit hoarse.
But Wei Zhi didn't answer.
Wuya shouted again unwillingly, but still got no response.
Wei Ying took a deep breath and grabbed Wuya who was about to walk over.
"Call... Zhao Yue here..."
...
It suddenly started to rain in Chuanzhou City. Those who were originally leaning on the roadside supported each other and went under the eaves to take shelter from the rain. Therefore, the doorways of the shops on the main road near the city gate were almost crowded with people.
Only at the door of a cloth workshop in a corner, no common people dared to go there. Because there was a group of people standing silently in the rain.
Wei Ying looked at Wei Zhi covered by the white cloth. His face was even more gloomy than the sky.
And Wuya seemed to have had his soul taken away. He stared blankly at the glaring white.
"Where is the guard?" Wei Ying's voice was cold.
At this time, someone finally replied in a low voice: "That person had a bad stomach today and has been running to the toilet... Just now, when he knew that his negligence had led to this... when he came back to admit his guilt, he couldn't help but go to the toilet again."
"Is there anything wrong with that person?" Wei Ying endured his anger and continued to ask extremely calmly.
"That person is okay."
Wei Ying closed his eyes and said nothing more.
Wuya beside him finally said bitterly: "It's my fault that... she died."
"It has nothing to do with you. Don't think about those useless things. This... is her own redemption for herself." Wei Ying immediately shouted coldly after hearing this.
Wuya's eyes were red, and his heart was extremely sour. People in the desolate land valued emotions the most. Wei Ying naturally knew this.
But there was no time for him to be sad now. After calming down his emotions, Wei Ying turned around and told his subordinates to properly bury her body.
"My lord..." Wuya, who had stopped talking, suddenly spoke. It seemed that it took him a great deal of effort to continue tremblingly: "Wei Zhi still had this strange disease on her body... It needs to be... burned with fire..."
Everyone present gasped in shock.
Then, some people began to sob.
This tough and kind - hearted girl who didn't smile much... in the end... couldn't even keep a whole body.
Even... at the last moment when she left this world, no one was by her side. She left alone, leaving nothing behind.
"Here... there are words here!" Zhao Yue, who had gone to bury her, suddenly shouted excitedly.
Wei Ying and Wuya immediately walked over after hearing this.
Then they saw a row of blood - written words on the ground:
"Wei Zhi has never regretted..."
Wei Ying turned his head away. His eyes were full of grief.
She was... afraid that they would feel guilty, so she bit her finger and wrote the last sentence before she died...
Never regretted...
Never regretted entering the desolate land, never regretted taking this medicine.
Finally, Wei Ying left the city in the rain, while Wuya stayed in the city to see Wei Zhi off for the last time.
In the firelight, he seemed to see Wei Zhi's most innocent smile.
...
When Wei Ying returned to the tent outside the city, he locked himself inside.
Unwilling to think about these sad things, he could only focus his attention on other things now.
For example, the letter that had been in his arms.
Because of the rain, the letter was a bit wet. Fortunately, the words on it hadn't blurred, so it was still possible to read the content.
By the time Wei Ying finished reading the content of the letter, his hand on the table couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The content of the letter was like a timely help to them.
Anduo Zebu had successfully gained the trust of Huyan Zhuori, and he had actually obtained the prescription to cure this strange disease. In a few days, someone would secretly sneak in here and bring the prescription.
Chuanzhou City... was saved...
Only Wei Zhi... didn't make it through.