Chapter 350: None of You Need to Die

Bai Wei was startled by the scene before her.

In just one large courtyard, over a hundred wounded people were lying about in disarray, the ground covered in pus, blood, and filth.

Zhang Yu walked through the gate, "The patients in the courtyard all have minor injuries; those who are severely wounded are inside the rooms. Our conditions are limited, so we cannot house all the patients indoors."

Bai Wei frowned deeply.

This environment was far too dirty and chaotic; the air was foul, and for patients, nothing is more taboo than a lack of cleanliness, as it easily leads to infection.

Like this large courtyard before her, with all the patients crowded together, it would be a miracle if their illnesses could be cured.

She intentionally slowed her pace, and when no one was paying attention, she took several N95 masks from the Warehouse.

Bai Wei lifted her veil, put on a mask, handed the remaining masks to Xiao Moting and Xiao Lujing, and signaled for the two of them to put them on.

Seeing quite a few beggars standing on the street at the courtyard entrance, she asked.

"Leader Zhang, are these beggars also part of the Peasant Army?"

Zhang Yu shook his head, "They are not; they are just our eyes and ears, usually helping us gather information in the city. The Yuan Clan's troops view us as a thorn in their side and have repeatedly tried to wipe us out, but they never succeed. The reason is these beggar brothers, who help us pass on information, allowing us to always escape one step ahead of the Yuan Clan."

Bai Wei nodded, walked into the courtyard, and looked around at the patients lying on the ground.

The patients in the courtyard ranged from elders in their forties or fifties to children only ten or so years old; some had arm injuries, some had leg injuries... in short, everyone was lying on broken mats on the ground, and those in better conditions might have a bundle of straw.

But overall, the conditions were extremely dire.

Just then, Bai Wei suddenly felt her skirt being tugged.

She looked down and saw a middle-aged man with graying hair lying beside her.

The middle-aged man was covered in filthy blood, his arm wrapped in thick, tattered cloth, his complexion sallow.

He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with longing.

"Doctor, you are a doctor, aren't you?"

"Can you please save my son? He joined the Peasant Army with me. A few days ago, while we were fleeing, he was struck by an arrow from the Yuan Clan, and now he is near death."

"I beg you, give my medicine to my son to treat his illness; I don't need to be treated."

Only then did Bai Wei notice that a boy of thirteen or fourteen was also lying beside the middle-aged man.

The boy's chest was stained a brownish-red with blood, the dried blood congealed on his clothes, so dirty that the original color was indistinguishable.

His face was flushed, his lips were dry, and he spoke with a thread of a voice.

"No... Doctor, save my father first."

"Silly child, why are you so foolish?" the middle-aged man said anxiously, "I am old and won't live much longer; it doesn't matter if I die. But you are still young. Only when you recover from your wounds can you kill the Fusang People and avenge your sister."

At this moment, Zhang Yu's expression became complex, and he said in a low voice.

"This father and son are farmers from outside the city, surnamed Wu, who have farmed for generations. Not long ago, the Fusang People, under the guise of 'hiring workers,' seized many women for the Dye House, claiming they needed help weaving and dyeing cloth; among them was his sixteen-year-old daughter."

"As it turned out, less than a month and a half after his daughter was taken into the Dye House, they claimed she had fallen ill with a sudden sickness and died on the spot, throwing her body to the back mountain to prevent the illness from spreading."

"When the father went up the mountain to find his daughter, he discovered that she hadn't died of illness at all, but had been tortured to death, her body covered in scars. Moreover, the innocent young girl was even one month pregnant when she died."

"Besides that, there were dozens of female corpses thrown into the mountain ravine, all of them covered in wounds."

"The father and son went to the authorities to demand justice, but the authorities beat them out the door and even charged them with 'causing trouble.' In their grief and indignation, the father and son joined the Peasant Army, swearing to avenge the daughter."

Zhang Yu's tone was very flat, but every member of the Northern Frontier Army present clenched their fists in unison.

Bai Wei held her breath, feeling the blood rushing to her head.

How similar was this situation?

She closed her eyes, as if seeing the same scene.

Decades ago, on the land of Huaxia, countless such things had happened.

The same scenes, the same atrocities; the only difference was the dynasty.

The middle-aged man braced himself, "Doctor, I know there isn't enough medicine; save my son first, I don't need treatment."

"Father, you cannot die," the boy began to cry, "Mother and sister are already gone; if you die, I will be the only one left in this world."

The surrounding crowd watched in silence; no one tried to dissuade them, and no one spoke.

Born in troubled times, the lives of the poor are worth less than grass; the nobles live in luxury and debauchery, while in the slums, people die every day, and scenes of life-and-death partings play out daily.

Everyone was already numb; they were the same, after all.

Without doctors, without medicine, they wouldn't live long either, and in the end, it was just a dead end.

"Enough," Bai Wei suddenly spoke, "You will not die; I will save you all."

The father and son, who were holding each other and weeping, looked at her in a daze.

Bai Wei raised her head and scanned the patients in the courtyard.

"And you all, everyone here, I will cure you all."

Her resolute voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

For a moment, the courtyard, which had just been filled with noise, fell instantly silent.

All the patients raised their heads and looked at her in unison, their eyes filled with shock, surprise, and disbelief.

In the silence, someone spoke tremblingly.

"Doctor, you... can you really cure our illnesses?"

"Of course," Bai Wei raised her head, her voice crisp and firm, "I am a doctor, and I can guarantee it."

"I will cure you and let you all live well! Once you have recovered from your wounds, continue to resist the Fusang People, make them get out of Daliang, and don't even think about laying a finger on our Shenzhou land!"

Her crisp voice was full of strength.

Everyone felt their spirits lift, and a light appeared in many people's eyes instantly.

Someone reacted quickly, immediately crawling up and kneeling before Bai Wei.

The patients in the courtyard struggled to kneel one after another, kowtowing to Bai Wei incessantly.

"Doctor, thank you."

"Thank you, Doctor!"

"Young lady, you are truly a good person, thank you."

In their eyes, Bai Wei was a ray of light that had descended from the heavens, bestowing upon them the hope of life.

Even the severely wounded in the room lay on their beds, using all their strength to bow to Bai Wei.

At this moment, Zhang Yu walked to Bai Wei's side and lowered his voice.

"Bai, I know you have good intentions and want to encourage the patients."

"But you said you would cure them all; you must be cautious with such words and not speak recklessly. If someone dies, it will cause chaos..."

"No, I am not speaking recklessly." Bai Wei shook her head calmly. "I am a doctor, and I am responsible for my words and actions. I said I would cure them, so I will certainly cure them."