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At this moment, Gao Ping stepped forward with his staff.
"Respectful Divine Lord, the elder is named Gao Ping, and he is the head of the Gao Family. I represent the Gao Family to report to you that we will strictly adhere to and follow your wishes."
In response, Yun Yi said, "Currently, I have no special requests for you. Just follow Zhao An for now."
"Oh, by the way, I heard Gao Shun mention that some of you are still injured?"
Gao Ping replied, "Although Warrior Dian Wei has provided some Shendan to treat our wounds, due to the scarcity of medicine, each person can only take a small amount. This can only temporarily suppress the injuries but cannot lead to complete recovery."
Yun Yi then turned to Zhao An and said, "Please take them to Zhao Li later to drink some medicine, aiming for a thorough healing of their internal injuries. However, do you currently have enough milk reserves?"
"You should know that unlike food crops, wheat crops have a very short maturation period and can be harvested within a few days. But even with rapid growth, time is still needed for waiting. Milk, on the other hand, is a zero-cost investment; you only need to use Iron Barrel's skill on the cattle to obtain unlimited fresh milk. It wouldn't be a problem even to satisfy the bathing needs of sixty million people in the Han Dynasty."
Zhao An scratched the back of his head and replied, "Respectful Divine Lord, actually, our current stock is somewhat tight. Although Yun Yi initially left a large reserve of milk at Zhao Family Manor, it is quite minimal compared to the needs arising from recently accommodating over a thousand refugees. More importantly, most of these refugees have lived in hunger and cold for a long time, and very few are in good health. Even though Zhao Family Village has been extremely cautious in arranging supplies, the continuous consumption by a large number of refugees has led to...
The supply of milk had quickly diminished.
Yun Yi gently patted Zhao An's shoulder in comfort. "If there’s a shortage again, just let me know. There’s no need to be overly frugal with dairy products."
"Therefore, you lead the way, and I will accompany the Gao family to replenish some cattle for you. Also, remember to bring a bull back to my place."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao An immediately promised to comply.
Then Yun Yi turned to the Gao family and said, "You have already experienced the effects of Shendan. I plan to take you there again for another drink, to completely heal your injuries. As for your belongings, aside from personal items, let Zhao An handle the rest."
Gao Ping nodded and promptly ordered his subordinates to assist Zhao An with the handover process.
In the end, the Gao family produced twelve warhorses, twenty horse hides, over ten thousand pounds of horse meat, and a large quantity of gold and silver jewelry.
Looking at this pile of items, Zhao An couldn't help but smile broadly. It took seven or eight people two trips to transport everything.
Once everything was settled, he took the initiative to lead the way, guiding Yun Yi and the Gao family towards the medical clinic in Zhao Family Village.
Before long, they arrived at a single-story courtyard door; this was the clinic, as Zhao An introduced.
Although the courtyard was small, it was packed with at least a hundred people inside, all lined up in an orderly fashion waiting for treatment. Most in line were displaced people, with only a few residents of Zhao Family Village maintaining order on-site.
These refugees appeared weak and frail, many suffering from disabilities due to prolonged neglect. However, once they entered a small treatment room for just a moment and came out again, they immediately looked revitalized, their injured parts miraculously healed.
As he guided everyone into the clinic, Zhao An explained to Yun Yi...
It turned out that this courtyard originally belonged to Zhao Li's family. To save space and provide more housing for the refugees, Zhao Li voluntarily converted his residence into a medical clinic. The former, larger clinic has now become a home for the refugees.
The good news is that, thanks to Yun Yi providing a mysterious milk capable of curing diseases, the medical environment here has been greatly simplified. There is no longer a need to stockpile complex traditional Chinese medicinal herbs or various medical instruments; all that is required is a steady supply of milk. Therefore, even with limited space, this renovated courtyard can barely meet the needs.
When the people from Zhao Jia Zhuang Village and the refugee camp saw Yun Yi, they were as excited as if they had encountered a star. They rushed over without regard for their ailments, bowing respectfully to Yun Yi and calling out in unison: "Immortal Sir!"
"Immortal Sir, what brings you here?"
"Are you here to visit us?"
At that moment, Yun Yi felt like a high-ranking official on an inspection tour, surrounded by a group of adoring fans. He gently raised his hand for silence, and immediately everyone quieted down, their eyes fixed on him.
Yun Yi nodded slightly and casually inquired about the effects of the milk treatment: "Has everyone taken the elixir? How effective has it been?"
As soon as he spoke, the crowd erupted with excitement once more: "I’ve already had it! The milk was incredibly rich; after drinking it, all my ailments disappeared!"
"I had the same experience! I was suffering from unbearable tooth pain, but after taking the elixir, I completely recovered!"
"My situation is similar," they all chimed in turn, their expressions filled with excitement and gratitude.
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