The old village chief hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
"Yes, respected Lord, we are indeed afflicted by this disease."
"We didn't mean to hide our health condition from you; please forgive us, Lord!"
After saying this, all the villagers bowed and apologized to Cao Xing.
A little girl looked up, with a pleading gaze said: "Lord...my mom's illness isn't contagious, she's just a bit unwell..."
"Can you not drive us away, boo hoo..."
As she spoke, tears were about to spill from the little girl's eyes.
Cao Xing waved his hand, "Rest assured, I am not going to drive you away."
"I just need to understand your health conditions."
The little girl, hearing this, gradually stopped crying, looking at Cao Xing with watery eyes.
The old village chief replied: "Lord, please rest assured..."
"Under the current conditions, our symptoms should not worsen."
"As long as we can still move, we are willing to contribute to this territory."
