When Lin Yifeng and others arrived at the entrance of Shuiling Village, many people were waiting anxiously, and then they rushed up one after another.
"Village Chief Zhao, what's going on? Why did it take so long to invite Divine Doctor Lin?"
"Village Chief Zhao, twelve more people are infected. Including the previous thirty-four, there are forty-six in total. Moreover, the first few are getting more and more serious and are vomiting black blood."
Several people shouted anxiously.
"Don't be anxious, everyone, Miracle Doctor Lin is here now, and all patients will be fine. Don't block Miracle Doctor Lin," Zhao Mingcheng shouted.
"Village Chief Zhao, don't be anxious, just take me to see the patient." Lin Yifeng said calmly.
Inside the house, a young man in his twenties was lying on a bed. His face was sallow, his eyes were wide open, his lips were cracked, and he looked like he was about to die at any moment.
When the young man saw Zhao Mingcheng coming in, he showed an angry look in his eyes and shouted feebly: "Village Chief Zhao, why did it take you so long to come? Do you still want to be the village chief? Come on, call my dad right now.
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Who is he? He is so sick that he is dying, and yet he is so arrogant?
Lin Yifeng and others looked at Zhao Mingcheng with doubts, and Zhao Mingcheng explained: "His name is Tian Yinghong, and he is the son of Tian Fugui, the mayor of Lingyun Town. He brought his girlfriend Liu Honghong to visit friends two days ago, and when he was about to leave last night
, I suddenly had a fever, and then I couldn't walk within a few minutes. I have been lying in bed until now. I asked several Western doctors to see me and took medicine, but it had no effect and became more and more serious. He
After falling ill, villagers began to fall ill one after another, and in less than half a day, forty-six of them fell ill."
Zhao Mingcheng had a look of fear in his eyes.
"What disease is so severe? It's so scary." Lin Miaolan said with a pale face.
"If you knew, you wouldn't need to ask Dr. Lin." Zhao Mingcheng said helplessly.
Tian Yinghong, who was lying on the hospital bed, wanted to scold Zhao Mingcheng a few words, but his eyes were attracted by three beauties, Lin Miaolan, Lai Ziman, and Lin Shuiying, and he looked at them without blinking.
"Then Tian Yinghong should be the source of the disease." Lin Shuiying looked at Lin Yifeng and said.
"Hmm..." Lin Yifeng pondered for a moment and said, "Let's check first."
When Lin Yifeng put his fingers on the pulse gate of Tian Yinghong's left hand, he couldn't help but frown. His pulse was a bit strange, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and very messy. Judging from the energy and blood, not only was it not weak, but it was strong.
Seeing Lin Yifeng's serious expression, everyone did not dare to say anything.
After a while, Lin Yifeng relaxed his hand and said, "Let's look at the other patients before talking."
After some inspection, the situation was the same. Lin Yifeng asked Zhao Mingcheng: "Oh, by the way, why didn't you see Liu Honghong?"
"Because she was not sick, she was hiding in my house and did not dare to come out." Zhao Mingcheng said.
"Take me to see her." Lin Yifeng said.
"Why are you looking at an irrelevant woman?" Lin Shuiying said displeased.
"Liu Honghong is not an unrelated woman. If I guessed correctly, she should be the source of the disease." Lin Yifeng said thoughtfully.
"Ah, it's so strange, isn't it? People who didn't fall ill became the source of the disease? Then wouldn't the people who fell ill be saved?" Zhao Mingcheng said in surprise.
"It's not that we can be saved, but that we are dead." Lin Yifeng said solemnly.
"Uh!" Zhao Mingcheng suddenly took a breath and asked: "Why is this?"
"We'll talk about it after checking." Lin Yifeng said.
While they were talking, they arrived at Zhao Mingcheng's house. Zhao Mingcheng went up to the second floor and called Liu Honghong down.
Liu Honghong looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate eyebrows, small facial features, and a petite body. Her eyes turned back and forth on Lin Yifeng and others, full of surprise and doubt.
"Are you Doctor Lin?" Liu Honghong first asked Lin Yifeng.
"Do you know me?" Lin Yifeng asked with a smile.
Liu Honghong smiled and said: "Doctor Lin, your name is like thunder, and it has spread throughout Lingyun Town. I didn't expect to see you in person today, so handsome."
Lin Miaolan, Lin Shuiying, and Lai Ziman were secretly unhappy after hearing this. Their boyfriends are dying of illness, but you still managed to laugh.
"Stretch out your hand." Lin Yifeng said, suppressing the smile on his face.
"You are so kind, but I am in good health and have not contracted the virus, so I don't need to be tested." Liu Honghong looked at Lin Yifeng steadily and said.
Lin Yifeng thought for a moment and asked Lin Miaolan and the others to wait. He and Liu Honghong went up to the second floor. Although Lin Miaolan and the others were unwilling, they did not dare to say anything more. However, Liu Honghong was very happy and jumped up beside Lin Yifeng.
, and asked Lin Yifeng many questions like a curious baby, but Lin Yifeng naturally would not give a positive answer.
Inside the room, Liu Honghong said a little shyly: "Doctor Lin, you are so good. You knew it was inconvenient to conduct an examination in front of so many people, so you brought me into the room. In fact, you want to eat my tofu."
"Haha, Liu Honghong, you are thinking too much. You should have seen the three beauties around me. Each of them is better than you. Two of them like me and one is my woman." Lin Yifeng said slowly.
Liu Honghong lowered her head immediately. After a gloomy look flashed through her eyes, she raised her head again with a smile on her face and said, "Actually, I was joking, so why did you ask me to come up?"
"Stretch out your hand and feel the pulse before talking." In fact, while speaking, Lin Yifeng carefully observed Liu Honghong's complexion and used fluoroscopy to check her body. There was no abnormality found, so she only felt the pulse.
"Oh." Although Liu Honghong was a little confused, she still stretched out her hand.
After Lin Yifeng checked his pulse, nothing happened. He couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "What's going on? Did I guess wrong?" He checked his pulse twice more, but still got the same result.
"Doctor Lin, I am in good health and there will be no problems." Liu Honghong said.
"Are you worried about your boyfriend?" Lin Yifeng suddenly asked.
"What did you say?" Liu Honghong asked subconsciously, and then suddenly came over and said: "Oh, tell me Tian Yinghong, of course I am worried. After he fell ill, I have been worried until now, but there is no use worrying, I will help
No need to be busy!"
"You can help." Lin Yifeng said tentatively.
"How can I help?" Liu Honghong asked.
"Because you are the source of the disease." Lin Yifeng said.
"What is the source of the disease?" Liu Honghong asked curiously.
Lin Yifeng asked Liu Honghong a few more questions, but found nothing unusual. But the more he did this, the more he felt that Liu Honghong was weird. In this situation, Liu Honghong was the biggest suspect.
Afterwards, the two went downstairs.
Zhao Mingcheng asked nervously: "Doctor Lin, how is the situation?"
"Liu Honghong is fine, now go give Tian Yinghong an acupuncture." As soon as Lin Yifeng finished speaking, a man ran in with a panic look on his face and said: "Village chief, it's not good, it's not good, Tian Yinghong vomited a few mouthfuls of black blood, and suddenly
I fainted and couldn’t wake up no matter how I screamed.”
"What?" Zhao Mingcheng was shocked. He told everyone to hide the fact that Tian Yinghong fell ill and did not tell Tian Fugui. If Tian Fugui knew that his son died in Shuiling Village, he would lose his life if he didn't say he couldn't be the village chief.