After Su Qiancheng entered the room, a fishy and bitter smell came to his face. He continued to walk without changing his face. Looking at the old men and a young man in the room, his eyes swept across their faces and found that there was indeed no pustules.

This is very abnormal. If it is a common infectious disease and pustules grow, it is impossible to avoid the face and only grow to other places. The pustules are not sperm, and they are also concerned about human face.

After reading it again at the end, he made sure there was really no problem on their faces. He turned around and went out, thinking about something.

When Jun Yuwan and the others saw him standing by the door and pondering, they thought they had thought of something. Zhang Jiu asked impatiently: "What has the miracle doctor seen?"

Su Qiancheng looked up at him, "Have you ever noticed that there are pustules on the dead people's face?"

Zhang Jiu was stunned and scratched his hair, "Pustules?"

He searched in his mind, but he didn't pay much attention...

An old lady leaning against the wall basking in the sun suddenly spoke, "Pustules... no, their faces were clean when they died."

"How do you know Aunt Li?"

Zhang Jiu looked at the old lady curiously. Seeing her old and turbid eyeballs staring at Su Qiancheng, he quickly spoke out and said, "This is Doctor Su, Doctor Su with the wonderful silver needle."

Aunt Li looks over seventy years old, with silver hair, very deep wrinkles on her face, and her eyelids drooped, looking indifferent.

I heard that the handsome young man in front of me was Doctor Su, so she tried her best to open her eyes. Her turbid eyes seemed to be telling whether this person was real.

After looking at it for a few glances, she smiled, "I am old and have a bad look. I haven't seen it clearly after watching it for so long, but I look so pretty."

Su Qiancheng raised his eyebrows, and he refused to accept the word "delicity".

Aunt Li didn't care about his reaction, but was curious about his words, "Why did you ask this?"

Su Qiancheng pointed to the people around him, "They are all sick, but there are no pustules on their faces. Isn't this very abnormal?"

Hearing him say this, Zhang Jiu turned his head suddenly and almost twisted his neck. He didn't pay attention before, but now he sees it's true!

"Doctor Su is indeed extraordinary. I didn't notice this! But Aunt Li, how are you sure that those who died are the same?"

Aunt Li sighed leisurely, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, bringing a little warmth, "When those people left, I wiped their faces. They were so unclean when they were alive, and they were always decent and decent."

Her speech was extremely slow and her content was very heavy. When the words were finished, everyone was speechless for a long time.

Su Qiancheng first reacted and bowed, "Thank you."

Aunt Li waved her hand indifferently, "If you can cure them, I will thank you."

"What do you mean? What about you, Aunt Li?"

Zhang Jiu looked at her with disapproval, but saw relief on her face.

"I have lived for so many years and have lived enough. I die one day or one day later. There is no difference. I have no children and grandchildren. It's great to be naked and have no worries."

Zhang Jiu opened his mouth and looked at her face, but could not say anything to comfort her.

In the end, I could only follow Xiao Jinshao and the others with great worries.

After walking around the resettlement area, the few of them had their own plans in their minds. After returning, they called the commander of the garrison guarding the city.
Chapter completed!