After a long time, the two reluctantly separated.

She held his thin chin with both hands. She had not had time to take care of it for many days, and a layer of green stubble appeared on his chin.

But it didn't detract from his handsomeness at all. He was a bit more vicissitudes of life, haggard, and had an indescribable mature charm.

"Your choice is right." She looked up into his eyes and said softly.

"In that case, if it were me, I would do the same thing," she added.

"Not only do I not blame you, I am also proud of you, because the man I, Yang Ruoqing, have chosen is a responsible man who will sacrifice his life for justice!"

"Qing'er..."

Luo Fengtang's hands were tightening on her waist.

Staring at the pure and beautiful face in front of him, he was so grateful that he didn't know what to say.

Yang Ruoqing knew that he was not good at words, especially under such circumstances, he became even more clumsy.

So, she smiled.

"So, when you come to Yujia Village, I will chase you."

"Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. Wherever you go, I will naturally go," she said.

"Qing'er, you are so kind to me!" he said.

"If we can all go back safe and sound this time, we will hurry up and build a house and marry you!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "It must be dropped!"

…

Cao Bamei stayed with Yang Yongjin to take care of her, while Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang delivered the cooked concoction from house to house.

"I met Yu Dafu. Three of the five members of their family fell ill. Fortunately, Uncle Yu and his wife survived, otherwise no one would feed them even after the medicine was delivered."

Back in the kitchen here, Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "The conditions of the houses I sent to are not good either."

"By the way, didn't you say before that doctors were sent down to treat the villagers? Didn't you also say that they would send medicine to the village every day?"

"Why didn't I see anyone delivering medicine after I arrived?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang said: "I was also wondering. I asked Uncle Yu earlier, and he said that he only sent medicine twice."

"I threw it at the door and ran away. I drank it twice, but it was of no use at all. No one came to ask questions afterward, and I never saw the doctor's face," he said.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

That being said, sending a doctor down for treatment is just a formality.

Take the major earthquakes we experienced in our previous lives, for example. The money and supplies for disaster relief were withheld by layers of officials.

How many of them can actually reach the people affected by the disaster?

Why!

Everything is just that if you look at it.

"No matter what happens above, let's do what we should do. We'll continue to prepare medicine tonight, and then go deliver medicine to the folks tomorrow morning!"

Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

…

At dawn, the two of them woke up and were busy delivering the cooked concoction to the villagers.

Cao Bamei also came over.

"Qing'er, Tangyazi, I'll help you deliver medicine together," she said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "No need, my second brother is in need of people around him, you can just stay and look after him."

Cao Bamei said: "Your second brother is much better. He talked to me for a long time last night. He is sleeping deeply now, so I have time."

"Well, it's faster if there are more people."

So, the three of them went out together to deliver medicine.

Yujia Village is not big, with only twenty-three households.

Three people can each be responsible for delivering goods to about ten households.

As long as there are one or two people in these families who are not infected, let them help feed their own families.

When some families fell ill, Yang Ruoqing and the others had to go to the battle in person to give them medicine.

Yu Dafu's family.

This is the last house Yang Ruoqing is responsible for.

Knocking on the door, Yu Dafu and his wife were washing and changing clothes for the mother and two children on the bed.

"Uncle Yu, aunt, how were the children last night?"

Yang Ruoqing came in with the concoction, and the first thing she said was to ask about this.

Yu Dafu turned his stubble-covered face. The man's eyes had not been closed since his mother and child fell ill, and they were now scarlet red.

But when he saw Yang Ruoqing, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Qing'er, you came just in time, I was just about to tell you." He said.

"I wonder if the medicine Tangyazi sent last night worked. Last night, the three of them seemed to be a little better..."

Yang Ruoqing put the medicine on the table nearby, walked over, and checked the conditions of the three of them one by one.

"It's not serious anymore," she finally said.

As long as it doesn't get worse, there is hope.

Both Yu Dafu and his wife's faces showed a glimmer of light.

Then, the three of them helped an old man and two children who were sick give medicine.

"This medicine is given three times a day. I will deliver it again at noon." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yu Dafu said: "You are too tired from running around, I will get it."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle Yu, just stay at home and take care of them. I'll just send them over."

Watching Yang Ruoqing leave the house, Yu Dafu's wife sighed: "Shuzhen and the third child have given birth to a good daughter. At this time, it is too late for others to hide from us."

"They are the only ones who come to us and spare no effort to help us..."

Yu Dafu also clenched his fists with a look of emotion on his face.

"No matter whether we can get through this difficulty or not, we will never be able to repay this great kindness in our lifetime!" he said.

After the three of them delivered the medicine, they returned to the small courtyard. Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang and Cao Bamei asked about the situation of the villagers.

The results obtained were almost the same as hers.

Except for those who are terminally ill and on the verge of death, for those whose illness is slightly milder, or who are younger and usually stronger, the effect of the medicine will be more obvious than that of the old, weak, sick and disabled.

"Everyone says this medicine is more effective than the medicine given above, so you can continue to take it."

Luo Fengtang said with excitement.

A long-lost smile finally appeared on his face.

Yang Ruoqing was also very excited, "Well, I will definitely do it!"

If you can snatch one more person from the hands of the King of Hell, you will make a profit!

However, just when she was busy preparing the soup, something unexpected happened.

It was noon.

Luo Fengtang and Cao Bamei went to the village to deliver medicine to the villagers, while Yang Ruoqing stayed in the kitchen to take care of it.

Cao Bamei suddenly ran in from outside in a panic.

"Qing'er Qing'er is not okay, something big has happened!"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's heart twitched instinctively.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around and said to Cao Bamei, who ran into the kitchen: "If the sky doesn't fall, please tell me slowly."

Cao Bamei said: "If the sky falls, nothing can compare to this. Now we are really doomed!"

Yang Ruoqing frowned: "Just tell me what's going on!"

Cao Bamei pointed to the entrance of the village and panted: "That group of officers and soldiers who killed a thousand people didn't know what they were doing, and they actually wanted to set fire to the village."

"We will burn all the people in Yujia Village to death!"
Chapter completed!