I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

Zhou Yan was so furious again that he wanted to execute those people on the spot, but Song Ning restrained him.

However, keeping this group of people posed a hidden danger. They had no choice but to gather them and isolate them. The plague was spreading rapidly, and the infection rate was high. The local doctor couldn’t provide any effective treatment, so they had to report the situation to the court.

In the half-month it took to report to the court, more than a dozen people died one after another. The plague even reached one of the villages, leading to Song Ning and Zhou Yan’s arrest of the infected individuals. The parents of the infected family chased and berated Song Ning.

“You corrupt officials, you wretched officials, give me back my child!” the mother cried hoarsely. In her distress, she brandished a thick wooden stick and struck Song Ning hard on the back.

Zhou Yan promptly disarmed her, throwing the stick to the ground, his face flushed with anger. It was their misjudgment that had led to the villagers’ infection, and they were indeed responsible.

The villagers, previously raucous, fell silent. The mother who had struck Song Ning took a few steps back, intimidated, and was tightly embraced by the child’s father.

Song Ning, enduring the pain in his back, shielded Zhou Yan behind him, approached the group of villagers, and gazed at them intently. He stepped forward and bowed deeply.

“I accept full responsibility for this matter, and I promise you all that I will do everything in my power to protect our villagers.” Upon seeing him like this, the villagers regained some courage, and one of the men shouted angrily.

“Who doesn’t know that what you officials say is all talk?”

“That’s right, we’ve heard about this plague. Even the court can’t find a solution. If someone gets it, they’ll be burned to death.”

When the family heard that they might be burned to death, they became agitated and rushed to confront them.

Several people intervened, and Zhou Yan hurriedly pulled Song Ning away.

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However, within a few days, officials from the court arrived. The lead officials surrounded the group of victims and promptly burned the corpses upon each death.

Song Ning, wearing a fox fur coat, pored over medical books under the dim candlelight and rubbed his tired eyes from time to time.

Zhou Yan approached, took the medical book from his hands, set it aside, and offered reassurance, “Xiao Ning, don’t read it. No matter how anxious you are, we must take this step by step.”

Song Ning shook his head, brow furrowed in thought. “We had the most contact with that group of victims. Why haven’t we been infected?”

Zhou Yan found his words intriguing. Over the past few days, they had come into close contact with the victims to ensure they were not hungry or suffering. Therefore, it was logical that they should be the most infected. But it had been quite some time, and neither he nor Song Ning showed any signs of infection.

This made him ponder, and then he noticed the red string around Song Ning’s neck. He reached out to remove it, revealing a crystal-clear jade bottle. He uncorked it and poured out the pills inside.

Song Ning’s eyes lit up when he saw the white Huiming Pills. He picked one up and examined it. These pills were quite valuable, and the reason they had some was Zhou Yan had acquired them from Pei Xing and made a few for themselves to sell and make some money. The rest were kept for personal use.

They occasionally took one to strengthen their health and rarely fell ill.

It would be wonderful if these pills could cure the patients. Even though it was mere speculation, the next day, they crushed a Huiming Pill and had the doctor mix it with medicinal herbs. They administered the decoction to the plague-infected villagers in one of the villages. Their symptoms, relatively mild, improved that night.

Relieved to have found a solution, they provided the doctors with the life-saving pills they had and allowed them to distribute them.

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Pei Xing and Shi Yi lived a remarkably comfortable life on the island. They worked from sunrise to sunset daily and were thoroughly exhausted by night.

The rare snowstorm in the Dayu Dynasty lasted until the following February. In March, the weather suddenly warmed up. Pei Xing and Shi Yi shed their animal skins, donned their regular attire, and packed their belongings. They carried some of the items they had crafted on the island to the large boat that came to retrieve them.

Shi Yi wore a burgundy embroidered robe. With his hair cut short, it had grown long enough to be tied into a small knot at the back of his head. His cheerful figure was like a butterfly, and he greeted Zhao Hong, who had come to pick him up, with a warm smile.

“General Zhao, long time no see. Are you all okay?”

Their boat was capsized, and it was fortunate that he and Pei Xing ended up drifting to this island. Surprisingly, Zhao Hong also rescued a group of people and brought them to another island. His competence was evident when he managed to return to Xizhou.

Zhao Hong coughed and responded a bit stiffly, “We’re fine.”

Shi Yi, with his wide eyes, observed him and couldn’t help but shake his head internally. Powerful individuals were often aloof and awkward.

Shi Wu spotted him on the deck of the large ship and waved his arms while shouting to Shi Yi, “Third brother, come aboard quickly!”

Shi Yi replied, nodded at Zhao Hong, and hurried over.

Shi Wu handed him a bag of candied fruits and beamed as he spoke, “Third brother, try these right away. I got them especially for you.”

He pinched one and popped it into his mouth. The sugar dissolved in his mouth, filling it with a flowery fragrance. Shi Yi curled the corners of his mouth and gave a thumbs-up, saying, “They’re delicious!”

“This time when we go ashore, let’s wait until Pei Xing has finished his work. I’ll take you back to see your eldest brother, Xiao Liu, and the others, including your eldest brother’s child, Xiao Bao.”

“Then I’ll be an uncle.” Shi Wu was thrilled at the news of Shi Mo having a child.