Late at night, the night was dark and dense, starless and moonless, and the howling night wind blew on the street. There were many people standing, lying or sitting at intervals along the street. Those people's faces were pale, their eyes were dull, and even worse.
There was foam coming out of the mouth, and one could tell that he was infected with the plague.
"Dad...Daddy, please open the door..." On the street, a girl about eight or nine years old weakly slapped the wooden door in front of a house. A middle-aged woman next to her pulled her into her arms, "
Brother Zhao, stop knocking on the door, your father won’t open the door..."
"How could Daddy listen to Er Niang and not let us in...Mom, if we shout louder, Daddy might not open the door..." the little girl who called Zhaodi said aggrievedly.
"Your second mother-in-law said that we were infected with the plague and refused to let us in. In order to protect the son your second mother-in-law had with him, your father could only reluctantly agree." The middle-aged woman said sadly, "Who made you a daughter?
?Your father named you Zhaodi, which means to recruit a younger brother. Now that your father has your younger brother, he doesn’t need you anymore.”
"Mom..." Zhaodi's eyes welled up with tears, "Mom, we are not infected with the plague...doesn't dad want us anymore?"
"Yes. Your father doesn't want us anymore. Your second mother is young, and your father is very happy. Your mother is already a yellow-faced woman, and she gave birth to a daughter..." The woman's sallow face was full of sadness, "Daughter
, our days are finally over.”
"Mom, we can live well without dad!" Zhaodi's face showed a sense of maturity that belies his age.
"If you want to live, you have to avoid the plague..." The woman glanced around the street, "Look at the many patients on the street, we will be infected sooner or later..."
The big man leaning against the wall said, "This street is full of patients who have been driven out. There are also some people who have been infected with the plague and don't want to harm their families. They come out to die by themselves. You'd better find a place where no one is around."
, maybe if you are not infected, you can live longer."
"Uncle, don't be so pessimistic, there will always be someone who can cure the plague." Zhaodi encouraged him.
"The imperial doctors are all sick and dying, but no one can cure him." The big man closed his eyes and gasped, looking as if he was about to die.
Zhaodi said innocently, "Isn't there a very powerful miracle doctor named Wangchuan? I heard that she can do anything..."
"Bah! Don't mention Wangchuan." Another patient on the side answered, "That Wangchuan woman must have a false reputation. If she was really capable, she would have cured the plague long ago. I heard that she is
In the capital city of Huanyue Kingdom, if you hide in the Phoenix Garden every day, you will definitely not be able to cure the plague, and you are afraid of damaging your reputation for incompetence, so you simply won't show up."
Brother Zhao started to cry, "What should I do? If I can't even save Wangchuan, I'm really going to die..."
There were patients around again who answered listlessly, "What else can we do? In order to prevent the plague from spreading throughout the country, the emperor has already closed the city gates, and we can only wait to die..."
Zhaodi cried and threw himself into the middle-aged woman's arms, "Mom, Zhaodi doesn't want to die, doesn't want to die..."
While these people were talking, Feng Jingyun had already stopped not far away. He took out a pair of white gloves and put them on. He examined several corpses that had died of the plague, inspected the dead bodies, and diagnosed the pulses of each patient, starting from the last one.
It begins with patients who are seriously ill and unable to move.
