Chapter 286 Master Chunyi, I Can’t Bear to Leave

Junyi is back, and Gu Nan has a new helper.

Finally, Jiang Wanying was free to deliver the letter to the nearby city.

In the face of the disaster, there are only a few officials who do nothing and just run away. Other cities have their own officials in charge. Gu Nan gave them some key points of epidemic prevention knowledge and methods of making masks. As long as they can be used, they should be able to curb the spread of the plague to a certain extent.

Jiang Wanying took the thick stack of letters and glared at Chunyi behind Gu Nan, saying deliberately, "When you need someone, he's out there playing dirty, and when he comes back, he flatters and tries to please you. Why don't you send him to do this tough job?"

Don't think she doesn't know that the man and the ghost had a lot of fun last night.

Junyi's mouth is swollen now.

Jiang Wanying's eyes were dim, and she looked at Chunyi as if she was looking at a treacherous minister who was bewitching his master. She was ready to shout at Gu Nan, who had been bewitched by him, to execute him.

Junyi raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyelashes fluttering, and there seemed to be a beautiful spring color at the corners of his eyes that had not yet faded, which was completely different from his cold and reserved expression.

He looks more and more like a demon monk.

"You're fast, he's nowhere near as fast as you." Gu Nan coaxed the little sister good-naturedly, "Wait until you come back and let you rest for two days."

Jiang Wanying snorted, "Then remember what I told you."

Jiang Wanying's daily cooperation with Gu Nan wasn't entirely due to her unwillingness to bear the suffering of the people. She had a clear distinction between humans and ghosts, and most of the time she preferred to guard her own little piece of land.

The only people who can make her soft-hearted are ignorant babies, especially girls.

She liked Cheng Zheng very much and said that after Cheng Zheng died, she would collect his ashes and engrave words on a tombstone.

The monument will be erected behind her yard. As long as she is alive, no one can destroy it.

What Jiang Wanying wanted Gu Nan to remember was to bury Cheng Zheng.

Gu Nan agreed, and Jiang Wanying walked out of the city gate and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As the sky gradually brightened, Gu Nan took Chunyi to the small courtyard where they bought the house to cook.

Her cooking skills are far inferior to his, so she should let go.

After preparing the meal, she put on a batch of new masks and went to the quarantine area to deliver the meal.

But one night later, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Even without stepping into the quarantine area, one could hear their heavy breathing from far away, their chests filled with moist rales sounding like an old, broken bellows.

The first few people who developed fever could no longer sit up. Their faces were flushed, but they were extremely cold. They huddled in their quilts and were unconscious.

The isolation room was still very dark in the early morning. The light and darkness inside and outside the door were so distinct that they seemed like two different worlds. Once you stepped in, the cold and death were like a thorn in your flesh, eroding your sanity bit by bit.

Gu Nan gently woke up the sleeping Dezhao, "Dezhao, it's time to eat."

De Zhao struggled to open his red eyes, staring at the figure beside the bed for a long time before speaking: "Donor Gu Nan."

Through the mask, his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Most patients with pneumonic plague die from shock and respiratory failure, so the last period of time will be very painful.

Along the way, almost all the infected people took off their masks intentionally or unintentionally, except De Zhao, who still had most of his face covered with cotton.

Gu Nan's throat felt dry. He took off the mask for him and said softly, "It's me. Look who else is here."

De Zhao rolled his eyes blankly and looked over. The overly tall figure looked like a small mountain in the dim room, but it was easy to recognize.

His fear and loneliness were finally revealed when he saw his master. His eyes almost instantly turned red and he cried out pitifully, "Master Chunyi..."

Junyi squatted down in front of the bed, placed his big hand on Dezhao's eyebrows, and a bright white light shone from his fingertips.

He was using his spiritual power to relieve Dezhao's pain.

A warm and soothing current flowed through his limbs, as if the endless cold had finally dissipated. De Zhao clutched the corner of the quilt tightly and began to sob.

Tears as big as beans dripped onto the pillow. He tried to wipe them away, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't wipe them away.

He was in pain, cold, and miserable.

The house was too small and too dark, and he was scared.

It was the first time he slept alone, and he was afraid that he would be alone from now on.

He missed Guanzhen and Hongren, and they must have missed him too.

He didn't want to stay in this cold and dark little room any longer. He wanted to go back to Fayuan Temple and see his master.

He sobbed and helplessly pulled Junyi's sleeve, "Master Junyi, Master..."

"De Zhao." Junyi wiped away the tears that covered his face. His deep and majestic voice was like the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, conveying a strange sense of comfort at this moment. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

De Zhao cried uncontrollably, clutching a piece of worn sleeve tightly, as if he was grabbing the last straw.

He fell into a deep sleep with traces of tears on his face, his flushed face buried in the quilt, twitching and sobbing from time to time, just like a puppy thrown in the snow.

"Master Hui Wufa will be here soon. Please stay with him for a while. I'll go and bring you food."

De Zhao refused to let go of Chun Yi's hand. Even though he was afraid of Chun Yi, Chun Yi would always be his strong and reliable teacher.

He needs a teacher like this to accompany him through this difficult time.

Chunyi responded softly.

The enchanting phoenix eyes were half-closed, and half of the face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to tell how much sincerity or pain there was in her expression at the moment.

Or is he really a heartless person?

Gu Nanwei closed the door and went to deliver food to others.

There were more than 30 refugees last night, plus the original 10 or so, so distributing breakfast to more than 50 people would take a lot of time even if it was just to put them aside, not to mention the need to ask for records.

After finishing everything, she returned to Dezhao's room.

Master Hui Fafa arrived, and the three of them squeezed into the cramped room, maintaining an awkward silence, as if they had merged into the isolation area.

Huiwu and Chunyi have increased their cultivation, so there is basically no risk of infection after wearing masks, so they wait together for Dezhao to wake up again.

Gu Nan gave Dezhao's breakfast to Chunyi and asked him to warm it for Dezhao.

Without any further communication, she turned and left the quarantine area to deliver messages to the families of several other infected people.

If they are willing, Gu Nan will explain the pros and cons to them and the two sides will meet for the last time.

By tomorrow at the latest, the news of the plague will be out.

The city of Kyoto will be in chaos, and who knows how many people will die in vain.

There were three families in total. After hearing the news, all three families cried miserably, as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

But when she mentioned that they could go to see him for the last time, they stopped crying strangely, suspecting that Gu Nan wanted them to kick her out.

Gu Nan left the time, place and the ban on speaking and returned to the outside of the city.

The craftsmen went to work under the guidance of the yamen runners. The city gates were closed and the sky had just cleared after the snow. No one was leaving the city at this time.

She climbed up the watchtower and took out the needle and thread to sew a mask.

Not long after, the gate to the quarantine area opened.

Gu Nan looked back and saw Chunyi standing at the door, holding used dishes in his hands, looking at her from afar.

When he got closer, Gu Nan realized that the eggs in the bowl were not moved.

Without waiting for her to ask, Junyi volunteered, "He refuses to eat."

"You didn't tell him you did it yourself?"

Given Dezhao's respect for Chunyi, he would probably eat the egg happily knowing that it was made by Chunyi himself.

"Yes."

Junyi looked down at the golden fried eggs in the bowl, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Perhaps it was because he made it that Dezhao refused to eat it.

Gu Nan waited quietly for his follow-up.

After a long while, Junyi finally said, "He can't bear to leave."

Dezhao wanted to eat it, but looking at the still warm egg placed next to his lips, he said, "I'm afraid if I eat this egg, I won't be able to leave."

With tears in his eyes, he leaned in Chunyi's arms, and Huiwu fed him personally.

But he couldn't bear to do it.