Logically, upon returning to her own ho and lying in her familiar bed, Yang Ruxin should have slept soundly. But instead, she found herself suffering from insomnia, feeling increasingly uneasy—an unease that was even more intense than before. She knew sothing must have happened to Gu Qingheng.
Now she couldn’t leave right away; she could only wait for dawn before taking action, after all, she still needed to swing by her master’s place to gather so items to bring along.
Unable to sleep, she might as well get up and enter her spatial realm. After harvesting all the crops, she fetched well-water for a bath.
This water, verified by the space, was said to detoxify and nourish the skin. Perhaps it was because her body was already in good condition and her skin was fine, but even after half a month of use, the change wasn’t too obvious—the only noticeable difference was that her skin had beco much smoother.
It seed that the water’s benefits would take a long ti to manifest, not like in the novels where drinking a mouthful would imdiately cause diarrhea to detox, followed by a thorough purging of one’s marrow. Moreover, this water obviously didn’t need to be diluted.
It appeared that in the future, this well-water could be used as drinking water for the family.
But the only hassle was that she had to fetch the water bucket by bucket; only then could it be moved out of the space with the power of her mind. The amount of labor was indeed significant.
Perhaps she could find soone to install a small water wheel to make things easier.
While she was contemplating this, suddenly a whistle was heard from outside.
Yang Ruxin’s expression darkened as she hurriedly got up, dried off, threw on her clothes, and left the space.
As soon as she opened the door, a shadow quietly appeared, kneeling on one knee: "Great Young Madam."
"Yang Xiong, why are you back? What happened to Qingheng?" Yang Ruxin pulled up Shadow Seven forcefully, asking what had happened, not whether sothing had happened.
"The Young Master has contracted the plague..." Yang Xiong looked utterly defeated.
Yang Ruxin felt her head buzz: "How could there be a plague?"
Shadow Seven recounted the situation: "There was a Military Doctor who found a folk redy to control the outbreak, but for so reason, it suddenly flared up again. The number of infected has now surpassed one hundred... The Young Master contracted it while visiting the soldiers... Those Yuan people are truly despicable."
Yang Ruxin closed her eyes briefly, but quickly opened them again: "I need to prepare so things." Saying that, she headed out the door towards the back.
When Dao Xuzi was pulled out of his bed by Yang Ruxin, he was utterly annoyed: "What on earth are you doing, you dead girl?"
"Sothing’s happened over where Qingheng is..."
Dao Xuzi took the news of the plague seriously: "A plague is the most troubleso..."
"Master, I have to go look..." Yang Ruxin nodded, "but I’ve never treated a plague before..."
"If that’s the case, then it should be so kind of poison." Dao Xuzi stroked his beard, then turned around and threw a book at Yang Ruxin, "Inside here are all the contagious diseases and their solutions that my master has encountered, including plagues..."
"Master, won’t you co with ?"
"At my old age, if I was to rush there at top speed, it would be the end of ..." Dao Xuzi glared, "You representing is the sa..."
Yang Ruxin wanted to say her skills were limited, but she ultimately held her tongue. Dao Xuzi was eighty-five years old, and despite appearing spirited, his advanced age made long journeys unsuitable. So she nodded: "But you’ve got to give so of that stuff you’ve been working on recently..."
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