"Sister Qingqing, did you say we are friends?" she asked again embarrassedly.
Lin Qingqing looked at her incredulous expression, nodded and smiled, "Yes, we have been friends for a long time. Don't you want to recognize me as your friend?"
"How is that possible? Of course I want to have you as my friend. I dream of being friends with you, Sister Qingqing." After saying that, he leaned his head on Lin Qingqing's shoulder in a very sticky way, looking like a little bird.
At this moment, the man who had just gone to investigate the situation fell back.
He Tong walked out with a somewhat ugly look on his face.
"What's up? Is there anyone inside? If not, let's go back. I feel anxious standing here for a while." Someone saw him come out and immediately asked loudly and impatiently.
Lin Qingqing noticed something was wrong with He Tong at this time, walked up to him and patted his shoulder to wake him up, "Comrade He, are you okay?"
He Tong came back to his senses, but his eyes were still a little dazed. "I'm fine, Comrade Lin, there are people inside. Everyone in this village is hiding inside, but the situation inside is very bad. There are not only patients, but also dead people. It's terrible."
This was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene in his more than 20 years of life.
Lin Qingqing looked at his terrified expression and patted his shoulder gently, "We understand. Go and have a rest first, and leave the rest to us."
Just as she turned around to arrange things, she suddenly heard his voice again, "Comrade Lin, wait a moment, I want to go with you to help those poor people, I don't need to rest."
Lin Qingqing looked at his face, which had turned blue, and asked with concern, "Are you sure you can really do it? You don't have to force it."
He Tong shook his head firmly, "I can do it, I'm fine."
Since everyone said so, Lin Qingqing didn't try to persuade him whether he should take a rest or not.
Anyway, they are all adults now and have their own ideas and thoughts. Since the other party said no, it must have been after his own careful consideration. There is no need for her to worry about other people's affairs.
With He Tong's information, everyone finally stopped being so cautious and showed a serious expression on their faces.
Soon, everyone slowly walked towards the ancestral hall.
When they pushed the door open again, the next second, some people who couldn't bear it immediately covered their mouths and ran to the side to vomit.
There were many villagers sitting or lying inside.
When they pushed open the door, the villagers inside looked at them outside as if they were waiting to die.
"Damn, I can't stand it anymore." Someone shouted again, and soon a figure ran out.
Lin Qingqing looked at the situation inside with a gloomy expression.
It seems that the situation here is more serious than she imagined.
At this moment, a middle-aged man, looking weak, walked to a distance of several steps away from them and stopped.
"Who are you? This is not a place for normal people like you. You'd better leave quickly. We are all waiting to die here and we can't drag you down." The middle-aged man spoke a few words and took a long time to finish his words.
Lin Qingqing looked at the man's lips that were so dry that they were peeling, and then her gaze turned to the tongue that was slightly exposed when the man spoke. She already had the answer she wanted in her heart.
"Uncle, are you also infected with the disease?" Lin Qingqing asked as soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking.
The middle-aged man was startled, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he looked inside with anxious eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not sick. I'm fine. I'm the village chief. How could I be sick? Don't talk nonsense." The middle-aged man shouted at her.
Seeing this middle-aged man being so ungrateful and yelling at Qingqing, Zheng Xinyi immediately felt uncomfortable and stood up, pointing at him and cursing, "I say, how can you be so ungrateful? I, Qingqing, am asking you for your own good, and not only don't you thank me, you're also cursing at me."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, stared at them and asked, "Who are you?"
Lin Qingqing introduced herself to him at this time, "Hello, uncle, I am Lin Qingqing. We were sent by the medicine manor to help you."
"Were you sent from the Medicine Manor?" When the middle-aged man heard the three words "Medicine Manor", a glimmer of hope immediately appeared in his desperate eyes.
Lin Qingqing nodded. "Yes, we are. So you all need to tell us your symptoms honestly so that we can treat you. Do you understand?"
The middle-aged man immediately turned around and shouted to the villagers behind him, "Villagers, we have Qiu Ji. The Medicine Manor has finally sent someone to rescue us. We don't have to wait here to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers who were waiting to die excitedly got up from the ground one by one, shouting, "We finally don't have to wait to die anymore, we are saved."
When these people stood up, Lin Qingqing could see clearly that there were actually quite a lot of people here.
She couldn't see how many people there were at the beginning because many of them were hiding on the ground, so she couldn't see the number of people clearly.
"There are too many people. Let's divide the work. Zheng Xinyi, He Tong and I will form one team, and you will form another team. Everyone should try to separate the seriously ill patients from those with milder symptoms. This kind of disease should not have all the patients gathered together." She began to make arrangements with her teammates present.
After hearing what she said, everyone felt that it made sense, so this time, it was rare that no one raised their hand to object.
As more and more people came, they quickly separated to treat the patients.
Lin Qingqing's side.
He Tong and Zheng Xinyi both knew that their medical skills were not as good as Lin Qingqing's, so they were very self-aware and treated patients with milder symptoms.
Lin Qingqing is here to receive seriously ill patients.
At this time, Lin Qingqing was looking at a child of seven or eight years old. Because she had been ill for too long, the girl was not only very thin, but also coughed up blood from her mouth from time to time.
As soon as Lin Qingqing came over, the girl's mother hugged her thighs and begged her to treat her daughter.
After examining the little girl, Lin Qingqing's face darkened again. These people's illness was too similar to a plague she had read about in a book before, cholera.
She didn't expect that such a disease would occur in this day and age.
"Doctor, how is my daughter? Can she still survive?" The woman asked anxiously when she saw that Lin Qingqing did not make any other moves after examining her daughter.
Lin Qingqing looked at the mother who was worried about her daughter. At this time, she thought of the three little ones at home. If there were three little ones, she would probably become like this mother.
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