Jiang Ling pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's delay it for a while. Put those with mild symptoms in the cellar and wait for... the miracle doctor to come and take a look. Let the other doctors keep an eye on them."

"I have spies keeping an eye on the Xiongnu. I will report back any news I have."

Gu Chen sighed. It seemed that there was no other way except to wait. He didn't know where this ghost thing came from. It was really vicious.

"Major General, do you have any clues about the people behind the Huns?"

"No, they are hiding very deeply. There is no news yet. I don't know why they suddenly interfered in the war. I am afraid that their motives are not simple."

What Jiang Ling was most worried about was not the insect poison, but who was behind it. If he couldn't find out the reason one day, even if he solved the current insect poison, who knew if there would be other ones in the future.

Both of them obviously thought about this question, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

*

On the official road, several horses galloped away.

Yang Er looked at the serious-looking man and shouted, "Third Young Master, you've been traveling non-stop for two days. If you don't rest, I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."

Jiang Sheng was also tired, but his brother wrote to him saying there was a plague, and it was such a strange plague. How could he not be worried and anxious?

He was afraid that he would go too late. What if something unexpected happened? What if his brother got infected due to the delay? He was afraid that after he was reborn, nothing would have changed.

This anxiety made him tense and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Seeing that he was silent, Yang Er looked at the exhausted horse and continued to persuade him, "Third Master, the horse can't bear it anymore. Let's go to the town to rest and change horses."

"Otherwise, the horse will get tired and fall down, which will only delay us even more. Let's get a better horse and continue on our journey."

Jiang Sheng's hoarse voice rang out: "Okay, let's go to the town ahead to rest for a night, change to a few better horses, and continue our journey tomorrow morning."

"Also, what do the spies say? Is the battle still going on in Pingcheng? Has the number of infected people increased dramatically?"

"Okay, go to the town and rest for a while, I'll go investigate."

Before dark, a few people arrived at Youshui Town. It was a small town. At the beginning, it was a place where a dozen villages sold things, and gradually it became a small town.

After entering the city, they went straight to the inn. After a quick wash, they felt like they were alive again. Yang Er immediately went to find out the news.

Jiang Sheng was also busy. He entered the space and began to search for this plague, muttering, "What is that red thread? It sounds more like... a poisonous insect."

"But how can Gu worms infect humans? It's really strange. I'll look for records in ancient books."

After flipping through the pages for half an hour, I finally found a clue in a book. There was a picture on the book that looked like wild flowers with many small dots on the leaves.

"Eternal Flower? Why is it called that?"

"Those who eat the flower of immortality can be resurrected from the dead, but their rationality is completely gone and their attack power is strong. Their bloodthirsty and crazy bite can infect others..."

When Jiang Sheng read the treatment method and saw the torn page, his brows subconsciously frowned, and he suddenly felt a little annoyed: "Why is there a page missing? Who tore it off?"

There was a knock on the door outside. Jiang Sheng didn't have time to think about it and flashed out of the space.

She opened the door and looked at the person standing outside, her lips pressed into a line.

"Come in and talk first."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Yang Er came in, closed the door, and whispered, "Third Master, I have already inquired and found that Pingcheng and the Xiongnu have reached a truce."

Jiang Sheng hummed, and continued to ask: "Why the truce? What happened?"

"Yes, there's also a plague on the Xiongnu side. They say they've called a truce because they're too busy to deal with it. It's unclear when the fighting will resume, but this battle is going to drag on for a while anyway."

"It's better not to fight. I have more time to study this poison. Has there been any news from Pingcheng? What did my brother say?"

Yang Er took out a letter and handed it over: "There is a letter."

Jiang Sheng opened it and took a look, his eyebrows raised: "Afraid of the cold, that thing is indeed a silkworm. The people who were bitten are temporarily in the cellar with ice, which can delay for a while."

"But the situation is not optimistic. Rats and hyenas have also been infected. Those creatures are more difficult to deal with than humans."

The atmosphere was somewhat silent. Yang Er whispered, "Third Young Master, I'll have someone bring some food. Eat and have a good sleep. We can continue our journey tomorrow morning."

"Young Master, it's alright for now. You don't have to rush on your way. Your health is more important."

Jiang Sheng hummed and slowly exhaled.

"Send me some food. I want to eat something."

"good."

The waiter brought the food up soon. Jiang Sheng didn't have much appetite, so he ate a little and went to bed. It was getting dark.

I slept very soundly that night, and I vaguely heard some noises in the middle of the night, but I subconsciously ignored them...

The next morning, several people went downstairs to the lobby for breakfast and saw a frail scholar with a flushed face walking down the stairs slowly. His eyes were empty and blank, as if he had lost his soul.

Jiang Sheng raised his head and took a look, frowning subconsciously. He stood up and walked over, reaching out to help. The hand was icy cold, not like that of a living person.

I almost let go of his hand, met those empty eyes, and listened to the weak words of thanks.

A strange feeling rose in my heart, and I asked casually: "Brother, I am a doctor. Are you feeling unwell? I can help you take your pulse."

The man looked at him in a trance and raised his hands blankly.

Jiang Sheng smelled a faint smell of blood. He felt his pulse with one hand and asked tentatively, "Brother, are you injured? I have a sensitive nose and can smell some blood."

"Oh, yes, I slept too soundly last night and got bit by a rat on my shoulder. It bled a little, but it's nothing serious now. Don't worry, brother."

"Bitten by... a rat?"

Yang Er's expression froze, and thinking of the rat mentioned in the eldest son's letter, he subconsciously stood up and walked over, staring vigilantly at the man with a flushed face, who obviously looked unwell.

He gripped the long sword at his waist tightly, ready to kill him if anything went wrong.

Jiang Sheng's heart sank after taking the pulse, but he didn't show it on his face. He said softly, "Young Master, you are too weak. I have some medicine here. Take it back to your room and apply it."

"If you have nothing to do, don't wander around. You need to rest well because of your weak constitution. Come on, I'll help you up the stairs."

The man shook his head blankly: "No, I don't want to go upstairs. It's so stuffy and I can't breathe."

"I can treat illnesses, so I'll just give you a good look."

Jiang Sheng stared at him with burning eyes. If he missed the patient who came to his door, where would he catch him next time? It would be a good opportunity to observe what he was afraid of and see if the spiritual spring water would work.

Mouse--silkworm?

The man was brought into the room. Yang Er closed the door and said cautiously, "Third Master, there's something wrong with this guy. Please be careful."