Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

As we all know, planting a flag always carries an inexplicable magic. A perfectly good thing can take an unpredictable turn once a flag is planted.

Half an hour ago, Mu An felt that her life was peaceful and boring, but now she just wanted to slap herself for what she had been like half an hour ago.

Why are you randomly planting flags?

Xiao Huan, who was usually sensible and well-behaved, was sitting in her dormitory, hugging her knees with her hands. Her originally yellowish complexion had turned pale, and she looked obviously haggard.

When Mu An arrived, she could only force herself to wave her little hand at Mu An, making a hoarse, strained sound.

"Lord Mu... you've arrived..."

Touching Xiao Huan's burning forehead, and seeing that she looked extremely uncomfortable, Mu An didn't disturb her any further. He simply told Xiao Huan to rest well and then went to check on the other sick children.

Li Yang, an apprentice at Lin'an Hall, was already waiting outside the door. When he saw Mu An come out of the house, he immediately went up to her. Although he did not say anything, his rather unpleasant expression said a lot.

"Is the problem serious?" Mu An's voice remained calm.

Li Yang looked tired, his pupils bloodshot. It took him a while to organize his thoughts: "This isn't an ordinary cold. It's spreading too quickly; it's more like some kind of plague. Ordinary medicines are unlikely to treat it, and..."

"And what?" Mu An pressed.

Li Yang let out a long sigh.

"This disease is curable, but the medicine used is very expensive, and three of the medicinal materials are only produced in Qishan."

"Qishan?"

Mu An hesitated slightly. He remembered that a few months ago, Lin Zhimin had mentioned to him that Qishan was now occupied by rebels and bandits, and the supply of medicinal herbs from there was almost cut off.

Before Mu An could even think, Li Yang began to explain their current predicament: "All three medicinal herbs can only be produced in Qishan. Let alone the fact that Qishan is currently under blockade, even before the blockade, the price of these herbs was..."

Li Yang didn't say anything more, but Mu An understood what he meant.

They are just a few beggars, without fathers or mothers; such an illness is not worth treating.

Standing in front of the house, Mu An remained silent for a while before finally asking, "Without those medications, what are the chances of recovery?"

"If you tough it out, maybe one out of four or five will survive. This disease mainly targets children between the ages of five and ten, and the youngest of these children has a better chance of survival."

However, my personal suggestion is that the baby should leave first; being with other patients will undoubtedly worsen her condition.

Li Yang's voice was hesitant and filled with confusion.

The illness came on too quickly, spreading within a few days, and in such a peculiar way that it far exceeded his previous understanding. He had never encountered such a situation in all his years of medical practice.

Diseases that only affect a specific age group are rare.

Mu An didn't discuss the value of life with Li Yang, nor did she discuss the benevolence of doctors. In this era, discussing these things was meaningless.

He simply grasped the problem in Li Yang's words and realized that there might be an even worse situation.

"Wait a minute, you said this disease is more like a plague, so what's happening in the county now...?"

Li Yang yawned, his energy waning further. Under Mu An's watchful gaze, he pinched his thigh hard to regain his spirits.

"At least a thousand children have fallen ill. A few days ago we didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a cold, but now it seems that things are much worse than we thought."

My fellow disciples and I are also busy traveling around the city. The herbs in the pharmacy are almost used up, and it will be difficult to obtain medicinal herbs for treatment in the short term.

Li Yang's voice was low and somewhat weak, which made Mu An's brows furrow even more.

"Where is your master?"

"Master is treating the princess in Yongning County. We sent an urgent message and should be on their way back by now. But I'm afraid..."

Li Yang didn't finish his sentence, but Mu An understood his meaning after a moment's thought and continued the conversation.

"Are you suspecting that this disease is spreading beyond our Qing'an County?"

Seeing that Mu An understood his meaning, Li Yang nodded slightly, his already tired gaze now showing even more unease.

Doctors are compassionate, and his master was no exception. If the disease were to spread throughout the county town, the impact would be far greater, and the death toll would be higher. Given his master's personality, he would most likely choose to stay in the county town temporarily to cure the children there.

Moreover, if the disease only affects Qing'an County, medicines can be purchased from other regions. However, if it is a large-scale epidemic and the supply of medicinal herbs cannot meet the demand, then one can only leave it to fate.

Seeing that Li Yang was becoming increasingly listless, Mu An did not press further. Instead, he instructed someone to find Li Yang a temporary place to stay and then glanced through the window at the eight children living in the two rooms.

According to medical theories from my previous life, all the children in this courtyard are probably infected with the virus, but some of them just haven't shown symptoms yet.

With a sigh, Mu An turned and walked towards the room that had been isolated.

The tiny Mu Ling'er lay on the small bed, her normally fair and delicate face flushed an unnatural red.

Her little hands gripped the blankets tightly, her body curled up, and she was holding a pillow in her arms, occasionally letting out a painful groan.

The simple movements conveyed unease and fear to the fullest extent.

Looking at the child, Mu An became even more silent.

Mu An has already investigated the relationship between Mu Ling'er's family and Mu Ping, and it can only be described as a messy affair under the feudal system of etiquette.

If it weren't for the constraints of feudal ethics and Mu Ping's meddling in the family's affairs, this family wouldn't have ended up like this.

With her mind in turmoil, Mu An simply sat down and stared blankly at the child on the hospital bed.

She's not even two years old yet, so tiny, but she doesn't cry or fuss; she's quite well-behaved.

Thinking about all sorts of troubles, Mu An's hand naturally hung down on the bed, her mind churning.

If it really is a plague, then this matter may be far more serious than he imagined.

As for the plague targeting children of a specific age, Mu An hadn't really thought too much about it.

In his view, this is just a rough understanding because it is impossible to obtain statistical data, and it is more likely that the disease is more likely to occur in children of this age group.

There are also many patients of other ages, but their symptoms are milder and the incidence rate is lower compared to children, which leads the apprentices of Lin'an Hall to make incorrect judgments.

The same applies to some viruses in the past. Even when carrying the same virus, the symptoms can vary from person to person and age to age.

It's not surprising that people of a certain age are more susceptible to infection.

The real problem is the medication.

A bunch of bandits who appeared out of nowhere dared to occupy the entire Qishan Mountain. They have some nerve!

Thinking about Qishan, Mu An unconsciously clenched his fists, and a hint of murderous intent appeared between his brows and eyes.

My hands are itching; I want to chop someone up again!

The name Qishan sounds perfect for burying people!

Just then, a soft little hand landed on Mu An's hand, tightly gripping Mu An's index finger, wanting to put it in its mouth.

The sudden turn of events left Mu An stunned. Without knowing why, she followed the child's movements and put her finger to her lips.

It wasn't until Mu An's finger was licked with saliva that she suddenly came to her senses, pulled her finger out, and met the child's wide-eyed stare.

Their eyes met, and in the end, they couldn't resist the innocence in the child's eyes. Looking at Mu Ling'er's flushed face, Mu An couldn't help but reach out and poke her pink cheeks again.

The child babbled and waved his little hands, trying to catch Mu An, which instantly cheered Mu An up a little.

For a fleeting moment, Mu An recalled a golden Shaded dog she used to own, small and chubby, with such a cute little face full of cheeks.

"Fine! Since your father used to hang out with my old man, you can hang out with me from now on!"

"Eeya ya—"

"Little Jin, stick your tongue out! Quick, let me poke it!"

"Waaaaaah!!!"

"Hey hey hey!!! Why are you crying! Don't cry!!!"