Ian was carefully lifted and carried into the steam chamber by medical staff.

He was now in the late stages of White Sleep Fever, and without treatment, he might not survive the night.

So the doctor had him sent into the steam chamber as part of the first group.

Ian was too weak to open his eyes, only vaguely hearing the chaotic footsteps and feeling himself being moved.

Was he already dead? Were they moving his corpse? He wondered.

Then something warm wrapped around his cold, stiff body.

The air was thick with steam, warmth seeping into his numb limbs like a tide.

Breathing became easier too.

"Hang in there! It will be okay soon!" someone shouted in his ear.

In his dazed consciousness, Ian felt like someone submerged in the ice lake, finally surfacing.

He felt his blood starting to circulate again, sensation returning to his fingertips.

Aching and painful, yet so real.

He struggled to open his eyes slightly.

What came into view was blurry steam and busy figures.

A scorching tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

Ian could hardly believe his body was slowly recovering, that someone would save him no matter the cost.

In this world, refugees like them were worthless and could be abandoned at any moment.

Yet now, someone had exerted so much effort to save them.

It must be Lord Louis!

Only he would save a commoner with no value like himself.

As he slowly recovered, the temperature also rose higher.

The high heat scorched his skin, every breath felt like inhaling flames.

Too hot, too painful.

But he had never felt so excited.

Not because he was a masochist, but because he knew he was saved.

In his heart, Ian used the last of his strength to sincerely thank the great Lord Louis.

And throughout the entire territory, Ian wasn't the only one waking from unconsciousness.

Other patients, the pale residents, too, were slowly crawling back from the shadows of death.

Everyone couldn't help but let out painful groans, but accompanying these were greater joys.

The pain in their bodies clearly told them they were alive, living in this steaming warmth.

Some residents opened their eyes in a daze, seeing steam and busy doctors around them.

They mumbled, "Am I... still alive?"

It was a confirmation of crawling back from the gates of hell, filled with immense astonishment.

The nearby medical staff softly replied, "We all survived, Lord Louis saved us."

A simple sentence, yet filled with endless gratitude.

Tears welled in the eyes of those lying in the steam chamber, touching their still faintly beating hearts, softly thanking, "Thank you... thank you, Lord Louis."

They didn't have much strength to say more to express their gratitude for escaping death.

But every patient, every resident, knew clearly that their lives weren't abandoned.

Their lord had done everything possible to pull them back from the brink of death.

Lord Louis was like the radiant sunlight, warm and brilliant.

The temperature in the steam room continued to rise, yet it didn't suffocate.

Everyone was immersed in this indescribable warmth.

As if sunlight had reached cold lands, warming each person like spring sunshine.

With Louis's help, Cold Fir Territory finally saw the dawn of life again under the shadow of death.

......

Louis sat in his study, holding a letter sent from Cold Fir Territory.

He tore open the envelope, slowly unfolding the letter to review the latest intelligence about Cold Fir Territory, praying no other incidents would occur.

The handwriting was somewhat sloppy, evidently written in haste.

"Dear Lord Louis, Cold Fir Territory has passed the crisis of White Sleep Fever, the fire-backed turtle's steam treatment was successfully effective, the spread of infection was swiftly contained.

Most patients have recovered, and even those critically ill have awakened.

Thank you for sending the fire-backed turtle in time, which brought hope of life to us, the residents are overwhelmingly grateful to you.

During the difficult days of fighting under your guidance, we only lost twenty-six villagers and five young children, which is a sad thing.

However, most people have still persevered, and we're thankful for all you've done for us.

We hope you continue to take care of yourself, and we will engrave your kindness in our hearts."

Louis put down the letter, bowed his head and pondered for a moment. Twenty-six, five children, it sounds like a significant number, but compared to his original expectations, it actually seems fortunate.

He sighed softly, his gaze unconsciously drawn to the gray sky outside the window.

He had done everything he could, as for those who didn't survive, it could only be blamed on their bad luck.

After all, this was an uncontrollable disaster.

The pain it brought cannot be ignored, but at least most people pulled through, which also proved his efforts were indeed successful.

The role of the fire-backed turtle was also fully displayed in this crisis.

Moreover, the capabilities of this magical beast extend far beyond treating White Sleep Fever.

Firstly, the high-temperature steam from the fire-backed turtle can provide a lasting and stable heat source for the entire territory.

Once the temperature accumulates to a certain degree, it naturally releases high-temperature steam.

But in the cold Northern Territory, having such consistent and stable warmth is undoubtedly an extravagant treasure.

The steam can be directed to greenhouses to cultivate crops.

It can also be sent to residences to help people withstand the harsh winter.

Although the Red Tide Territory has geothermal energy that doesn't need it, the other territories could use it.

But occasionally going to the geothermal area for recharging might be a bit troublesome.

More importantly, the steam from the fire-backed turtle not only addresses the issues of a harsh winter.

Regular exposure to this hot steam seems to also bring subtle improvements to people's health.

The heat and humidity of the steam is like a natural sauna.

It can stimulate blood circulation, help expel toxins from the body, and enhance immunity.

For an Apprentice Knight, it might have special effects.

"I need to find a way to completely tame this kind of magical beast... and even raise the next generation," Louis secretly planned.

At this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door from outside.

A guard entered, reporting in a somber tone: "Report, my lord, Baron Harvey requests to see you."

Yorn?

Louis was sorting through the documents on the fire-backed turtle when he heard this, pausing slightly, then showing a faint smile.

He casually put on an overcoat and neatly buttoned up his collar.

"Let's go see him."

Louis strode forward, leading the guard through the hallway, heading outside.

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