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Chapter 784 62: Killing to Stop Killing! Extermination of Entire Clans! (Part 5)_2

Not long after, it was Bao Le'an's family's turn.

As they entered the shack, the elder whom the official called Old Song glanced at them and nodded, "Help her sit properly."

Bao Le'an respectfully assisted his elderly wife to sit comfortably.

The elder took her pulse for a moment, frowned, then looked up and spoke gently, "There's no major issue. She merely ingested something improper, causing abdominal obstruction. Induce vomiting, take some medicine afterward, and she'll be fine."

After speaking, the disciple beside the elder rose to prepare the medicine and instructed Bao Le'an on how to find someone to brew it. He was told to take it for three days and rest, after which there would be no serious issue.

The elder looked at the sky and signaled Bao Le'an's children to come forward. After a close examination, he surprisingly took out a piece of candy and handed it to their filthy daughter.

Finally, it was Bao Le'an's turn. The elder frowned slightly, took out a needle case, and administered thirty-six needles. Immediately, a trace of intrigue appeared on his face, and as True Qi circulated, a wisp of white smoke emerged from the top of his head. After unblocking Bao Le'an's channels, the elder looked up and said, "Your wife is fine, but you are suffering from ailments due to overwork."

"I have stimulated your blood flow with acupuncture. Rest well for a few days, and you should be fine."

"Tomorrow, I'll send you some food."

"Nourish your body, and after a few days, someone will arrange for you to work in the countryside."

Food must be eaten, work must be done.

There is no free lunch in this world. In the regions of Guangdong and Guangxi, many lands lie barren and require concentrated labor to reclaim.

Everything else can be set aside for now; only farming must not be neglected even slightly.

These days, people can starve to death at any moment.

The elder saw over a hundred patients and left only when darkness fell.

More or less, these refugees all had some hidden ailments. Many received free herbal medicine, and as the elder left, they knelt and kowtowed in thanks. At a glance, a dark mass of people was kneeling on the ground.

A young disciple beside the elder was filled with pride, a sense of honor he had never experienced before.

He couldn't help but glance back a few times and said to the elder, "Master."

"They call you the Old Immortal."

The elder stroked his beard and smiled faintly. He belonged to the Benevolent Valley, a needle case person. Ever since the medicinal family decided to emerge to save the world, they had been preparing for this day for a long time. The resources in Bao Xuan Caverns were plentiful enough to cure many people, along with their own herbal gathering.

These people had no major illnesses, just the hardships of life leaving hidden ailments.

Those with serious illnesses had mostly died.

The elder laughed and said, "Miss Sun is the true immortal of our time."

"Your master is still far from it."

For ordinary medical tradition, someone who has perceived the Dao Entrance Realm can be called a Medical Immortal. He had merely cultivated a body of medical True Qi.

About two to three hundred people responded to the call of the medical family, dispersed across the territory of Guangxi.

His group would stay in Cailong for a few days, then proceed to Hepu and other places to continue treating and saving people. If strong laborers are saved, they can still support a family; without treatment, families deteriorate quickly.

Soon, it would be time for spring plowing.

Farmers' masters were already arranging for the distribution of Champa rice, teaching the art of seed breeding. The farming community had given a military order to Your Majesty that within a year at most, the people of Guangdong and Guangxi must have some surplus grain in their hands.

The decree to exempt half a year's taxes for Guangdong and Guangxi has been issued, with military funds and supplies coming from elsewhere.

After all, many will certainly die.

Compared to the military orders agreed upon by the farming community, the endeavors of these medical practitioners were merely to travel around treating and saving lives, arranging personnel to collect herbs. The world had been suffering for too long; saving them allowed many to hold on for a while longer.

Old Song's martial arts skills weren't high; the frontline didn't need their efforts.

Most medical practitioners weren't adept at fighting; the True Qi they cultivated was balanced and harmonious, mostly employed for healing and saving lives.

There were plenty of people to do the killing.

Bao Le'an watched as the elder departed and couldn't help but kowtow loudly three more times. His lips trembled, unsure of what to say. All that happened today still felt like a dream.

For the world to live, some must die.

The slaughter came down.

The entire region of Guangdong and Guangxi was purged once over; as long as enough people died, those left living would understand reverence.

A quick knife is best for cutting through a tangle.

After all, Bao Le'an was just a rural farmer; he didn't know how to express his gratitude, only feeling that his life was there should it be of any use to them.

In just a few short months.

The registered household population of the Guangxi area had increased instead of decreased, with some even risking everything to flee to regions occupied by the Red Army.

It wasn't long before Duncan's forces gained a group of Skilled Artisans.

The Mohist School finally couldn't sit still.

Given the current situation, if the Southern Han couldn't withstand the next wave of attacks, it would fall in a matter of months.

Duncan's uprising focused on two things: farming and battle; everything else was secondary. Under his command were masters from the Five Types of Devils, Five Scattered People, and the Five Element Flags. At the slightest disruption, they could easily suppress it.

When one is nearly starving to death, nothing is needed but a life-saving morsel of food.

Over the years, Liu Chang had established Meichuan Capital, exploiting the people. As long as the Southern Han could be extinguished, Duncan could support the war with war; he never believed the world needed to be ruled by scholars. When he was emperor in the West, during the Barbarian Race invasions, there weren't many cultured people, yet everyone managed to get by just the same.