Lan Fan had completely lost all hope for Xinhua Village.
The patients' conditions were worsening, the epidemic growing more severe, and every moment brought new victims collapsing.
By evening today, even several of their guards had succumbed.
Chu Qianli's medicine was utterly useless for the patients.
The original patients could not be cured, and new ones kept pouring in—Xinhua Village had no future; it was doomed to become the next Baijing Village.
By then, everyone in the village would perish.
If they didn't leave, they too would die here sooner or later.
"Remember, when you return, tell them Chu Qianli was arrogant and obstinate, rejected my advice, and her recklessness caused the complete annihilation of the village."
"Yes, Princely Heir… I… I'll remember it all!"
Chu Minghao lay slumped on the carriage, gritting his teeth.
His backside felt as if it had burst into bloom, beaten so badly he was practically at death's door.
