"Brother Lan, you can take them to pick medicinal plants. Don't worry about the horses; they won't run away with Yin'er around."
"Okay."
Mo Canglan happily took the basket and unfastened the reins; he and a few other young men went into the forest, and their figures soon disappeared.
"Sigh."
Lin Qingluo looked at the energetic young men and sighed leisurely. He resumed his previous train of thought, concentrating intently, and soon became lost in thought again.
**
"Master, the birds say that the epidemic in Jizhou City has an odd origin. The first patient was a servant from the City Lord's Mansion."
The birds were well-informed and brought back the news in the evening. Little Kingfisher promptly relayed it to Lin Qingluo without delay.
"The infected individuals suffer from constant high fever, seem delirious, and succumb within days, their bodies rotting away."
"Moreover, the birds have heard some rumors."