Chapter 596: Last Words

The crying woman was so pitiful that she moved everyone's emotions.

The sound of weeping rang out through the nailed-up windows and doors and out of the ruined temple.

The guarding officer also felt uncomfortable.

They are not evil people. Anyone would feel bad to see so many people dying right under their noses.

The people in the ruined temple were actually already dead, there was no way they could be saved. The plague was not an ordinary disease, no one had survived the plague in the past hundred years, how could a little girl who was only eleven years old be saved.

Most of these officials did not dare to say it out loud, and in their hearts they did not believe Jiang Fubao at all.

Before returning to the clinic, Jiang Fubao took Pan Erya and Pan Shitou to smoke at the door for a long time before entering the clinic.

So as to avoid spreading the virus to family members.

"What happened, Fubao, you didn't go in, did you? Are those people okay? Is it serious?" Jiang Siyin and Zhang Yanzi had been waiting at the door. When they saw their daughter come back, they went up to her and asked anxiously.

"No, Daddy, Mommy, don't worry, the officials have already given them the medicine. Now they are just waiting to see which of the three medicines will work. I won't tell you any more. Daddy, Mommy, I'm going to go back to the house to read."

After Jiang Fubao told the lie, she felt guilty and went back to the house holding the booklet.

There was no sun today, and the sky was overcast, so the light was not strong. Zhang Yanzi was afraid that the house would be too dark and her daughter would hurt her eyes while reading.

Bring in the charcoal stove.

She opened the windows a little to allow air to circulate in the room to avoid poisoning. Her daughter explained to her that the charcoal stove would produce poisonous gas, and if people were in a closed room, they would be poisoned and die without knowing it.

"Although it's not that cold anymore, it's very cold for you to sit here without moving. Light a stove to keep warm so you can see clearly. I won't bother you anymore. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

Zhang Yanzi asked softly.

"Mom, just eat something. Um, noodles. The soup noodles you make are the best."

Jiang Fubao originally wanted to eat spare ribs, but the butcher shop on the street was closed and the spare ribs in the clinic were all gone, so she could only change her mind and say she wanted to eat noodle soup.

Zhang Yanzi smiled and nodded.

"Okay, Mom will make it for you. Do you want me to light another candle? Mom sees that it's still a little dark in the room and it's going to be dark soon. How about lighting one?" she asked again.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Jiang Fubao agreed quickly without even raising his head, his eyes fixed on the conditions of the patients recorded in the booklet.

The onset of this plague seems to be headache first, followed by chills, and then cough, fever and runny nose as if catching a cold.

Treating it with typhoid fever will not cure it, but will make the condition worse. Those who are in a coma either contracted the disease too early, or saw other doctors at the time, or bought typhoid medicine privately from a pharmacy and drank it, so that while others are still coughing, they have already collapsed.

If he were not treated, he would probably remain in a coma for less than five days and then die.

There were only two antipyretic tablets in the space, enough to feed so many people, and she collected them by refreshing every day. Of course, there were a few people who didn't get to eat them and were unwilling to try the medicine, so they could only wish for the best.

While Jiang Fubao was reading, Doctor Liu from the Liu Clinic next door was taken away by officials.

He was infected with the disease from a previous patient. He couldn't stop coughing and his face was red. It was obvious that he had a high fever. He drank herbal medicine to reduce fever, but it had no effect at all. His apprentice was scared and went to complain to the officials. Both of them were taken away, one was isolated and the other was locked up in a ruined temple.

When the people in the temple saw Doctor Liu being locked up, they swarmed around him.

"Doctor Liu, why are you here too? Are you sick too?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Why is he locked up here if he's not sick? Aren't all the people here sick? Doctor Liu, please save my dad. He's been unconscious for two days and is completely confused. I called him and he mistook me for his older brother. What should I do?"

"Doctor Liu, I don't trust that little miracle doctor. Can you check my son's pulse? Can you see if he can be saved? His condition is milder than mine. I cough a lot, but my son just has a runny nose. It shouldn't be serious, right? If it's not a plague, I can ask the officials to release my son..."

"Doctor Liu..."

"......"

The mixture of so many noises made Dr. Liu, who was already suffering from a headache, so much that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

No one took care of him and everyone ran away.

He lay alone in the middle.

"How come he fainted?"

"It's all because of you guys' noise."

"It's over, it's really over now. What should I do? Doctor Liu has fainted. Who can save my son?"

"Yeah, I was thinking, can I ask him for a dose of medicine to reduce fever? He has already fainted, what's the point of asking for it? Hey, just wait to die."

"What are you begging for? Didn't you see how red his face is? He himself has a fever, how can he cure you? If he can't even cure himself, who can he cure? This is plague, not ordinary typhoid. You all think you can get out of here alive.

I suggest you think of your will as soon as possible, and ask the officials to take it to your family, so as to avoid any regrets. Anyway, I have written it on the wall. After I die, my son will come to destroy the temple, and he will definitely see it. "

An old educated student said this while shaking his head.

He had stopped coughing, and his red cheeks and weak voice made him look like a dying man.

"Mr. Bai, please write a sentence for me."

"Me too, please write a sentence for me. I'm afraid the official has forgotten this matter, so just write, 'Daliang, Dad is gone first, take good care of your grandpa, grandma and your mother, remember to burn more paper for Dad, come to see Dad often, and don't let your mother commit suicide..."

"I want to leave a message for my wife, Mr. Bai, you..."

"......"

The atmosphere in the temple suddenly changed.

The dejection and despair he felt when Jiang Fubao left has turned into a state of calm acceptance.

Some people even asked the old students to help them write their wills.

"Okay, okay, we are destined to die together. I will help you. Line up and come one by one. I only have one hand that can write, so I can't remember so many words."

These people surrounded the old student.

Others didn't have much to say, as some entire families were locked up there.

"Cough, cough, cough, son, cough, cough, how are you?" Ye Youqin was in the corner, holding her little son's body and coughing bitterly.

However, after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear her son's voice, so she looked down.

The son fainted again.

The light in Ye Youqin's eyes was completely gone.