I was worried about you?
...
Song Qingchao was stunned.
She blinked, feigning ignorance.
But fortunately, Bai You'an did not dwell on this issue with her for too long.
She was naturally led along.
"The scenery is beautiful, but you also have to watch your step."
Song Qingchao hummed again, then suddenly realized and, steeling herself, said, "Let's hurry, my chicken will get cold if we're late."
As she spoke, she rushed out impetuously.
She also broke free from Bai You'an's "hold."
She could not forget that she was supposed to use this man.
If other emotions crept in, it would be bad for both of them in the end.
After a simple meal, Song Qingchao only took a few sips of the cool bamboo leaf green wine.
She liked wine.
But she could not drink too much.
Just as with Bai You'an, one should not be greedy.
As she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered the group of people at the temple entrance during the day.
But looking at Bai You'an, she held back.
"Mr. Bai, I'll be going now."
"Mm..." Bai You'an rested his head on his hand, his eyes hazy and his face flushed. "I... I'll be very busy recently, you... take care of yourself."
Song Qingchao nodded and left.
So she did not see the smile that curved Bai You'an's lips or the gaze that clung to her.
Bai You'an leaned back lazily,
His fingers rested on the rim of the wine glass, his nails neatly trimmed, and he brushed the rim almost imperceptibly.
His lips, neither thin nor thick, parted slightly. "Alas, all that good meat I cooked was for nothing."
In the following days.
Due to the large-scale deployment.
The people in the temple prioritized their tasks.
Those with severe conditions who developed complications required emergency treatment from Bai You'an and his team.
Mild cases were handled by the herbal decoctions that she and Lin Tingwan had brewed and distributed.
The two of them were so busy that they had no time to pay attention to each other.
Song Qingchao truly did not see Bai You'an again.
However, fortunately, before she fell asleep each night, the incense burner was always lit with the calming incense Bai You'an had given her.
She was quite surprised why this person had so many calming items.
And now.
Only a week remained until the deadline in Song Qingchao's memory.
The people in the temple had mostly recovered.
She and Lin Tingwan, in conjunction with Lin family's supermarket, were distributing medicinal herbs.
Due to the large quantity, it was not possible to brew them before distribution.
Therefore, Song Qingchao adopted a method of delivering pre-packaged herbs to each household, with all the precautions written on the paper wrapping the herbs, and a note that severely ill patients needed to be sent to Guangji Temple immediately.
Being responsible for herself was also being responsible for others.
Those in need would submit their requests the next day, and the Lin family would deliver them according to the quantity.
People were afraid of death, so everyone was very supportive of this system once it was implemented.
But Song Qingchao did not expect that she would stumble over the Chang family in this matter.
Due to the good results.
The temple saw an increase in patients with severe conditions.
Some who had recovered from mild illnesses also voluntarily stayed to help.
Song Qingchao also felt that she was ill.
Fortunately, her health was good, and she exercised regularly. Although it was a mild case, all external matters were handed over to Elder Lin.
She then assisted Bai You'an in the severe ward of the temple.
Song Qingchao thought she would recover quickly, but she gradually noticed that the amount of herbs distributed daily had decreased significantly, and at the same time, many people in the temple who had not recovered were clamoring to leave.
While giving water to an elderly person, she heard a commotion from the mild ward.
In the past, disputes only arose over food or other medical resources.
But this time, Song Qingchao did not think so.
The amount of medicine was incorrect.
Someone must have been manipulating things, and besides, the group of people she met when she went out that morning...
She couldn't quite describe the feeling.
But she felt something was amiss.
Song Qingchao gently patted the elder's back. After he caught his breath, she set down the medicine and headed towards the front hall.
Zhou Zhengxi, who was by her side, quickly followed.
"Those people, Four-Five-Six, have been following. Master, please rest assured."
Song Qingchao frowned. "Have they not made any moves?"
"No."
Their footsteps quickened.
Zhou Zhengxi bowed his head and reported, "These people's daily routine is very fixed, and they haven't caused any trouble."
Song Qingchao pondered, "I understand."
And then she hurried forward.
Before she could fully walk over, she saw a group of people vomiting on the ground, some convulsing.
Lin Tingwan was kneeling beside one person, pressing on their chest with all her might.
Song Qingchao didn't understand the principle behind it.
But after a few days, she had already seen several people whose lives were half-saved by Lin Tingwan's compressions.
This was the mild ward, how could it be so severe!
She ran over to see the situation and quickly said to Zhou Zhengxi, "Go to the backyard and invite Mr. Bai here."
Zhou Zhengxi quickly agreed and turned to run.
Song Qingchao pressed on one person's chest while instructing Four-Five-Six to disperse the crowd.
However, the crowd did not disperse; instead, it grew larger.
Those lying on the ground with milder symptoms moaned and groaned, and even crawled up to desperately drag Song Qingchao and Lin Tingwan.
Song Qingchao was alright; she pushed them away with a counter-thrust.
But Lin Tingwan was directly pushed off balance.
Song Qingchao, her eyes red, could only watch Lin Tingwan being dragged away, while the people who had gone silent on the ground were ignored.
"Quack!"
"Murderer!"
"May you die a horrible death!"
The rising tide of curses caused Song Qingchao's wrist to falter slightly.
In just a few days, how could such a drastic shift in public opinion occur.
"Zhou Si, go rescue Miss Lin!"
Zhou Si received the order, kicked away the person who was restraining him, and went to help Lin Tingwan.
After being freed, Lin Tingwan immediately leaned down to check on the condition of the person lying on the ground.
She felt for their breath, then pursed her lips and performed a few more CPR compressions, finally shrugging her shoulders in defeat. "They're beyond saving."