Su Luo's face immediately darkened upon hearing this.
She instructed Doctor Ji to continue diagnosing and treating these patients, while she herself, supporting Lei Yun's hand, hurried to the doorway.
The midday sun in autumn still carried a scorching heat, baking the faces of the hungry and thirsty women and children filling the courtyard.
Wang Family, leaning on her crutch, stood at the forefront with a dignified expression, neither servile nor overbearing, "When you first brought us here, the official promised we would have sufficient food and our illnesses would be cured. For the first couple of days, it was bearable, but now what are you feeding us? With this kind of food, do you intentionally not want our illnesses to be cured?"
Previously, everyone was waiting to die, indifferent to what they ate or drank, just struggling through each day.
But things were different now. After having hope in their hearts, they began to have demands for life.
