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"Where is the person who knows the clue?" Wei He had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
"It's on the other side of Qingqi County, less than a mile away from here. I'll take you there."
Jiuying got up, but shook slightly, almost fell down.
Fortunately, Wei He hurried forward to support him.
"You need to rest!" He frowned, and he could feel that his body balance was extremely poor just by supporting Jiuying. This is not what a martial artist should look like.
Obviously, he hasn't rested for a long time, and he still has injuries.
"There is no time to rest." Jiuying shook his head. "More and more people are getting sick. It has become a plague. If we don't find a way"
"Let's walk together, I think I can give you some advice." Wei He thought for a while. Under modern scientific research, he has a deep understanding of the plague, especially in terms of infection. I know that I didn't pay attention to spreading this piece at all.
"Okay." Jiu Ying was silent for a while, then nodded. He turned his head to look at Sun Yan'er who was weeping silently.
Sun Yan'er stood in front of the coffin, burning paper money bit by bit. It seemed as if they hadn't heard them talking at all.
"Yan'er, I'll be back in a while, don't go anywhere at home." Jiuying warned in a low voice, and finally looked at the coffin in the middle of the hall, and he sighed silently.
Together with Wei He, they walked out of the courtyard gate.
Outside the yard, almost every household around the street hung white silk, and the sound of mourning and music could be heard in the distance, mixed with subtle cries.
The two of them went out, and within a short distance, they saw a little boy with braided hair sitting in front of a small earthen house on the right side in front of him.
The boy was five or six years old, wearing dirty gray clothes and trousers, sitting blankly at the door, staring blankly at the occasional passers-by on the street.
When Jiuying saw the boy, he recognized that it was the boy he had seen before who lined up to receive the medicinal soup. At that time, his parents gave the last bowl of medicinal soup to the child.
"What's the matter?" Wei He asked softly when his eyes fell on the boy.
"Nothing." Jiuying shook his head.
It's just that when the two of them passed by the boy's house, they both saw two rolls of straw mats in the yard between the door, and two pale corpses lying on the straw mats.
It happens to be a man and a woman. It should be the boy's parents.
Jiuying lowered his head.
He once poisoned many opponents and enemies, and he was also ruthless and poisoned many innocent passers-by.
But at this moment, he didn't know why, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Wei He didn't know why, but he probably saw something, and he fell silent and stopped talking.
The two soon came to the other side of the county, in front of a small square stone yard.
The yard door was ajar, and it was quiet inside.
Jiu Ying went to knock on the door.
Boom boom boom.
"Is anyone here?"
There was a weak response from inside.
"Please come in." It was a man, but he sounded sick, his voice was weak, accompanied by phlegm.
Jiuying brought Wei He in together.
The yard is not big, and there is a small corner in it, where a lot of fruits and vegetables are planted. But it's all withered now.
There is a clothesline tied in the middle, and some clothes are caught in the clips on it, there are adults and children.
The two of them lowered their heads to avoid their clothes and walked to the back room.
"Hold your breath." Wei He reminded. "The plague is likely to be breathable."
Jiuying nodded.
The two held their breath temporarily and walked into the back room.
The inner room is very dark, with no lights on, and there are bookcases and beds in the corners.
On the wall are bows and arrows, hunting knives, and a few pieces of animal skins, including deer and bears, which are quite complete.
A pale man was half lying on the bed, covering his mouth with his hand, and the handkerchief in his hand could already see the redness dripping out.
"It's the Ninth Pharmacist! Please sit down. My cough is getting worse and worse. I went to get the medicinal soup, but it was only delayed for two days, and now it's sent again. Would you like to prescribe a prescription?"
The man looked at Jiu Ying with hope, as if he had pinned his hopes on him.
The man has a strong body and is full of energy and blood. At first glance, he is a martial arts practitioner. Wei He noticed that there was a thick layer of calluses on the joints on the back of his hands.
Obviously, he had practiced boxing at this time.
"Let me show you first." Jiuying moved closer, and carefully began to feel the pulse and check all kinds of symptoms.As soon as the door was opened and the sign was displayed, many patients immediately came towards this side.
At this moment, a man with blood on his chest was quickly carried in.
The man was short of breath, his face was pale, and the strange thing was that his ears were abnormally red.
Along with the man, there were two children, a sister who looked about six or seven years old, and a boy who was only three or four years old.
The two held hands and stood aside, watching the man who was sent in anxiously.
The elder sister is very sensible, and she strokes the hair of the younger brother from time to time, comforting him not to cry, and daddy will come out soon.
"Sect Master, Lord Nine let you in." A Wanqing Sect disciple came out and whispered to Wei He.
"Yes." Wei He nodded, turned and entered the yard.
Go into the back room.
The room is full of strong medicinal soup smell.
Jiuying was using a thin light red colored glass tube to sample the saliva from the man's mouth.
The man was short of breath, his complexion was getting paler, and his nostrils began to bleed uncontrollably.
"Pharmacist Am I, can't be cured?" He asked with difficulty.
"" Jiuying wanted to say a few words of comfort to him. But the man in front of him, his internal organs were almost burnt out, his whole body was like a boiled kettle, without any yin.
It is a miracle that it can last until now.
Even the blood he bleed was as thick as syrup.
"But I don't want to die" the man struggled. "Help me, pharmacist! Pleasehelp me!"
His voice choked up.
"I really don't want to die What will they do if I'm gone? They're only seven years old, they're only that big. If someone bullies them in the future, they won't have food or clothesI don't want to. .do not want to die woo".
Suddenly, with a pop, a big mouthful of blood gushed out of the man's mouth.
Thick blood blocked his throat. He still struggled to say something, but it was too late.
Blood water kept gushing from his mouth and nose, he struggled like a fish landed on the shore, tears and snot kept streaming down his face.
After struggling for a while, he finally stopped moving.
The pupils of the eyes slowly dilated.
There is no more breath.
Jiuying sighed, waved his hand, and gestured for the corpse to be carried out.
In just half a day of diagnosis and treatment, more than six patients died in front of him. Others died on the way.
"Let's go through the side door." A Wanqingmen disciple beside him couldn't help but say.
"He still has two children outside."
Nine Shadows paused.
"What about the rest of his family?"
"This man is a widower, and he and his two children are the only ones at home."
"then go through the side door." Jiuying nodded, helplessly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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