Chapter 600: Final Light

"I don't have a fever anymore. Although I got the medicine yesterday, I hid it secretly and didn't take it. Sure enough, I didn't feel so uncomfortable after not taking it. Hey, what kind of little miracle doctor is this? I'm afraid the county magistrate wants her to practice on us. Maybe this is not to treat the plague, but various poisons. She wants to use us as test subjects for the medicine."

Conspiracy theories appear throughout the ruined temple.

The person who was already a little shaken had his psychology broken down.

I got the medicine, but I didn't start taking it. I hid it or even threw it away at noon and at night.

It's just like what those people said, I don't feel as bad after not taking the medicine.

When Jiang Fubao came to deliver medicine the next day, there were 35 more people whose medicines had not been picked up compared to the day before.

She didn't say a word and left after taking my pulse.

On the tenth night, a surprising voice sounded in the corner.

"Son, you're awake, you're finally awake. Mother thought you wouldn't make it through the day." Mother watched her son fall into a coma for several days, and saw that his chest was barely moving.

Ye Youqin had already believed that her son was going to die, but she never expected that her son would wake up in the middle of the night and still be able to speak.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Ye Youqin's youngest son Liu Tao said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, you're hungry, that's good. Being hungry means your body is getting better. The little doctor is worthy of being a little doctor. Haha, you just don't believe her. What did I say? The little doctor is the reincarnation of a god. My son has woken up and can talk. He said he's hungry. Come, I have half a steamed bun left over from last night. I'll soak it in water for you, son, you can eat it with water."

Ye Youqin's voice was filled with tears. She was extremely excited. In the past few days, at least half of the people in the dilapidated temple refused to take the little doctor's medicine.

However, she firmly believed in the little miracle doctor. If the medicine was useless, how could her son have been in a coma for so many days and still be alive? The medicine must be effective.

Ye Youqin wiped away her tears, soaked half of the steamed bun in a bowl, and poured some hot water on the stove in the middle of the ruined temple.

Seeing her little son wolfing down the food without stopping, she became more and more excited.

However, a voice that made her angry rang out from the other side.

"Humph, how stupid! This doesn't mean he's getting better; this is just a last burst of vitality. He's going to die." The person who spoke was Doctor Liu who was sent to the ruined temple.

He was given an injection by Jiang Fubao. After he woke up, he took medicine for two days and then stopped.

As a doctor, he checked his own pulse every day and found out that his condition was getting worse and his pulse was disordered. It was impossible for him to continue taking Jiang Fubao's medicine.

"You're talking nonsense. My son is getting better soon." Ye Youqin retorted.

"Don't believe it? You see, after he finishes eating half of this steamed bun, at the latest tomorrow morning, or even earlier, maybe an hour later, he will be dead. I advise you to let him say his last words as soon as possible."

Doctor Liu snorted coldly, leaned against the corner of the wall, and looked across with cold eyes.

It rained two days ago, and thanks to the straw laid on the roof, it didn't rain heavily outside, but only drizzled inside. The weather was just a little colder than before.

Jiang Fubao was afraid that they would freeze, so he made the situation even more serious. He asked the officials to put two charcoal stoves in the dilapidated temple with boiling water on them. If anyone was thirsty, they could pour the water themselves. He even gave everyone a bowl.

"Son, are you feeling unwell?" Ye Youqin didn't believe it. When she saw her son finish eating, she hurriedly asked.

"Yeah, my stomach feels burning." Liu Tao nodded, and then his eyelids began to droop.

"Mom, I'm a little sleepy and want to take a nap..."

"Look, what I said, this is his last breath, hurry up and say his last words, tut tut." Doctor Liu said again at an inappropriate time.

Many people were awakened by their talking and lost their sleepiness.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't believe you. My son is just full and sleepy, he is not having a last breath. You'd better take care of yourself. You don't even take the little doctor's medicine. You will die sooner or later. My son and I will definitely live longer than you." Ye Youqin cursed at him, felt that it was meaningless, and leaned against her son.

Getting ready to go to bed together.

But Ye Youqin's heart was beating fast.

I can't sleep at all.

Looking at the dilapidated roof, Ye Youqin closed her eyes unconsciously.

"ah--"

"Tao'er, why are you dead? My son, please open your eyes and look at your mother. My son, why are you gone? You are my only son. If you were gone, what would I do?"

It was just daybreak, before the sun shone into the ruined temple, when terrifying cries were heard.

Everyone was awakened, including Ye Youqin.

"Tao'er? What happened to Tao'er? My Tao'er!" Upon hearing her son's nickname, Ye Youqin thought her son was dead, and immediately opened her eyes and began to cry. However, Liu Tao, who had just woken up, looked at her in confusion.

"What's wrong, Mom?" He was a little weak and couldn't sit up. He could only stare with his innocent big eyes.

"Tao'er? Are you okay? Who is crying?" Ye Youqin was also stunned. Her vision was a little blurry. After wiping away her tears, her vision became clear. She saw a mother and son who had been sleeping near the entrance of the ruined temple. One was lying on the ground with a livid face, and the other was kneeling on the ground crying loudly.

"Tao'er, my Tao'er, you are only nine years old, how could you die like this? I gave birth to five daughters before I had you, and now you are gone like this, what should I do——"

"Tao'er, I don't want to live anymore, please wake up, I don't want to live anymore."

"It turns out her son's name is also Tao'er." Ye Youqin finally reacted.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and looked at her son beside her.

"Son, are you feeling better?"

Worried that Dr. Liu was right, Ye Youqin's voice was shaking as she asked the question.

"Much better. I'm a little sleepy after eating too much last night. Mom, I'm still hungry." Halfway through his speech, Liu Tao's stomach growled.

"Hahaha, my son is fine. It's dawn now. My son is still doing fine. You damned bastard, you're still cursing that my son is having a last-minute blip. My son takes the little miracle doctor's medicine every day, how could he have a last-minute blip? Look, my son is fine."

Ye Youqin glared at Doctor Liu fiercely.

A face full of relief.

"How is it possible, he..." Doctor Liu was also shocked. He walked over from the opposite side and put his fingers on Liu Tao's wrist without Ye Youqin's consent.

After two quarters of an hour, the police came in and dragged the body away, and even started distributing breakfast. Only then did Doctor Liu let go.

"How is it possible? How could it be that his pulse has become more stable? Is he getting better? Could it be that the pills really work?" After living in the ruined temple for so many days, this is the first time someone has died. Many people have lost their mood. It is a quiet time in the ruined temple.

Doctor Liu's words broke the silence.

Everyone looked at him.

"What the hell? The pill works? It actually works?"