Steeling himself, Physician Mu drank the medicinal soup in several large gulps. Seeing this, his disciple was shocked, but it was too late to stop him.

After drinking, Physician Mu closed his eyes. While taking his own pulse, he carefully observed the changes in his body.

A few minutes later, he felt warmth spreading from his stomach throughout his body. His previously weak pulse strengthened, and his dizziness and nausea disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, he took out a gold needle and inserted it into one of his acupuncture points. His movements were fast and steady. After spinning the needle briefly, he pulled it out.

The next moment, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Master!" his disciple exclaimed in shock and panic.

Everyone thought he had been poisoned and panicked. But before they could summon another physician, Physician Mu raised his hand and said, "No need!"

His voice was clear and strong. He didn’t look poisoned at all.

Holding his Master’s wrinkled hand, Mu Shanyan asked, "Master, are you alright?"

Physician Mu nodded. "Shanyan, don’t worry. Your master won’t die so easily." Then he smiled and added, "Distribute this medicine to all the soldiers. Everyone must drink a bowl."

Seeing that he was fine, Mu Shanyan finally heaved a sigh of relief. While supporting his Master, he took his pulse and glanced at the medicine, a flash of surprise appearing in his eyes.

Only he knew why his Master had stayed in the army for so many years. He had been poisoned by his enemy and hid in the White Tiger Army to avoid pursuit.

For years, he had tried to find an antidote, but nothing worked. Yet today, the poison in his body had lessened.

Looking at the black blood on the ground, he asked in a low voice, "Master, could this medicine solve your ailment?"

Physician Mu nodded and glanced at him. Understanding his meaning, Mu Shanyan nodded and changed the topic, "Master, I will distribute the medicine first. You should rest."

"Go ahead."

After returning to his tent, Physician Mu held the jar and burst out laughing. This poison had tormented him for more than fifteen years. He thought he would die within a year. Who knows that heaven was still willing to give him a chance.

"Heaven has eyes, ah!" he exclaimed as tears flowed down his aged face.

As long as he cured his poison, he could finally find those people and take his revenge!

It took Mu Shanyan a few hours to distribute the medicine to the soldiers. After they took the medicine, everyone felt much better. Even common illnesses such as coughs and diarrhea were cured.

In the evening, the news that Physician Mu had concocted divine medicine spread throughout the entire army.

After learning about this, Lu Qianxuan sent the rest of the medicine to the old man and ordered him to go to the areas where the plague patients were quarantined.

This time, the old man didn’t delay or complain. He boarded the carriage with his disciple, personally guarding the medicine. The soldiers pushed the carts filled with vats of clean water.

When they arrived at the plague-stricken area, the sky had already darkened. Using torches, the soldiers illuminated the road and carried clean water off the carts.

They set up fires and boiled the water in large pots. Physician Mu and his disciple personally added the medicinal paste into the pots and supervised everything closely, fearing that someone might tamper with it.

Thirty minutes later, the soldiers knocked on the villagers’ doors and called them out. Those who could walk gathered in the open area and were given a bowl of medicine.

After contracting the plague, they no longer held any hope, but no one refused the medicine. If they could survive another day, it was better than dying today.

For those who were unable to move, the soldiers fed them the medicine personally.

It was almost midnight when they finished distributing the medicine.

Physician Mu pointed at the dirty water stored in the villagers’ vats and said, "From today onwards, no one is allowed to drink dirty water. Throw it away."

Hearing this, the villagers protested instantly.

"Sir, that water is my family’s life-saving supply! If you throw it away, what should we drink?"

"Sir, our village is located far from the water source. It’s hard for us to collect that water. You can’t throw it away!"

Hearing this, Physician Mu said, "Although the water has melted from snow, it is still dirty and contains parasites. This plague is happening because you drink contaminated water and do not maintain proper hygiene."

"Not only have you not bathed for a long time, but you also haven’t washed your clothes, haven’t washed your hands before eating, and you don’t even bother to boil your water properly!"

The villagers were ashamed by his words, but one of them retorted indignantly, "It’s easy for you to say! Can’t you see our situation?!"

"Water is precious. How do you expect us to waste it on those things? Besides, we already boiled the snow, so there is no need to waste firewood boiling it again."

As soon as the villager finished speaking, more villagers joined in, venting their emotions and complaints.

Physician Mu frowned deeply when he saw this.

Standing by his side, Mu Shanyan grew angry. He blocked the villagers’ pointing fingers and said, "My Master came here to save your lives and tell you how to avoid the plague. Instead of thanking him, all of you point fingers and scold him!"

"If it weren’t for the General and Madam’s orders, do you think my Master would care whether you live or die?"

When the villagers heard his words, they finally realized that they hadn’t paid anything for the medicine. They had even received food sent by the soldiers for free during this time.

Compared to the Magistrate, who ignored their suffering and ordered the town guards to burn their village, the White Tiger Army had indeed made great efforts to save them. They even go against the town guards when they come to burn them alive.

Realizing this, the villagers felt ashamed and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the soldiers or Physician Mu.