When they returned to the tent at the village entrance, Xuan Ying's small face was filled with concern.
Shen Qinglan initially thought he was upset about seeing those villagers who died from the illness, but then she heard him say, "The lotus leaf chicken we had two days ago, could it also be contaminated by the plague?"
Those who ate the lotus leaf chicken: ...
"Don't talk nonsense!" Duan Yunfei lightly reprimanded, "Isn't everyone fine?"
Xuan Ying said, "But some fevers have incubation periods. What if they're fine now but suddenly fall ill in two days?"
"There shouldn't be any problem," Le Zhao softly reassured, "Stay calm!"
Lan Ruo also quietly comforted, "Xuan Ying, don't worry. With my grandfather here, even if you catch something, you'll be fine."
"You're right!" Xuan Ying put away his dejection, "With Elder Mu here, we'll definitely be okay!"
Xuan Ming shook his head helplessly, unsure when his younger brother's jumpy nature would change.
