Chapter 109 The Great Plague
Although the little golden dragon couldn't speak, his sincerity and cuteness made Shen Wangshu want to scream - how could Chen Fuguang be so cute when he was a child!
Of course, in the end, he still couldn't bear to spank the little dragon boy.
Chen Fuguang quickly brought Shen Wangshu back to the dark void of Dragon Valley, and shook his head and tail at her with a serious face, meaning not to go out, as if the lush green grass outside was an extremely dangerous place hiding some kind of man-eating beast.
The little golden dragon gently touched somewhere on the stone wall next to it, and the originally dark cave immediately lit up with blue light.
There is even an underground river not far away, with some small freshwater fish and shrimps rolling in it.
Chen Fuguang had just returned from outside Qingwu Mountain, dragging the corpse of some giant monster in his hands—Chen Wangshu had never seen this kind of creature before, as if it only existed in legends.
The little golden dragon skillfully pulled out the tendons and skinned his prey, then dug out the tenderest piece of meat and handed it to Shen Wangshu.
"For me?" She was a little flattered.
The bloody piece of meat was still dripping with blood, and the rich and tender fat made Chen Fuguang swallow his saliva, but he still handed the thing to her firmly.
Yes, it's for you, pretty human.
Shen Wangshu then took it, and the little golden dragon swallowed and chewed the remaining meat very neatly, and finally licked its little paws meticulously.
However, this is still a piece of raw meat.
Shen Wangshu asked him seriously, "Can you breathe fire, Xiao Fuguang?"
Xiaolong tilted his head, not understanding what she meant, and blinked his watery golden eyes at her.
Well, Shen Wangshu squatted down, pried open Chen Fuguang's mouth while he was confused, and demonstrated by making an onomatopoeia: "Roar."
The clever little dragon reacted immediately and spit out a small spark.
"That's right, smart baby." Shen Wangshu found a branch on the ground and skewered the meat: "Spray this."
Encouraged, Chen Fuguang opened his mouth wide and a golden flame cooked the raw meat.
Shen Wangshu cut off a small piece for himself, and the rest went into Xiaolong’s stomach: “Cooked meat is also delicious, right?”
The little golden dragon nodded with bright eyes.
"Are you the only dragon left here?" Shen Wangshu asked, "Where do you live?"
The little golden dragon took her to his birthplace, where there was a huge golden eggshell with some soft straw scattered inside, and there were traces of something having been pressed on it.
It can be seen that this eggshell is the bed where Chen Fuguang sleeps.
It turns out he was born here.
Tonight's dream seemed to be coming to an end here. When he was about to wake up, Shen Wangshu told him: "If I come again next time, how about I teach you how to build a house?"
He was the only poor kid in this place. He ate raw meat and drank raw water every day. He didn't know what to do in the dark. No wonder his two big eyes had become light bulbs.
Shen Wangshu thought, if she could continue to have this dream, and she came to teach Xiao Jinlong a little bit every time, wouldn’t it be soon that he would be able to live a better life?
Chen Fuguang didn’t know what building a house was, but he really hoped to see this person again. There was something about her that made him feel close and nostalgic.
So he nodded vigorously.
It's dawn.
Shen Wangshu opened his eyes and sat up. He clearly remembered the dream he had. He didn't even expect that the dreams from two nights could be connected.
The dragon horn on the chest no longer glows, and its color is dim, as if it has exhausted all its strength and lies quietly beside the pillow.
Shen Wangshu wanted to share last night's dream with Chen Ting, but thinking about the time now, he should be busy.
Sorry to bother you.
Shen Wangshu's days became regular. He read books and provided free medical treatment during the day, and met the little golden dragon from Qingwu Mountain in his dreams at night. He watched him grow up little by little, helped him build a small house using limited materials, and even tried to teach him to speak.
She used the powder ground from dragon horns to make an inhibitor to delay the transformation. Calculating the time, Chen Ting had been on the journey for almost two months.
When he comes back next time, he will be able to bring new inhibitors to take.
Late September, the tail end of summer.
Shen Wangshu's free clinics lasted longer and longer, and at the same time, Doctor Shen's reputation grew. He became more and more skilled in diagnosing patients, and as he accumulated more and more cases, he became a mature doctor.
She had even tried using the golden needle technique to treat cataracts on an elderly woman in her seventies - the operation was quite successful, and when Mrs. Chen returned from Shijing Temple, she would be able to help treat her cataracts.
As time went by, more and more patients came to her for help to treat difficult and complicated diseases. Counting the days, the great plague appeared in early October...
Today, a patient came with ulcers all over his body, vomiting and diarrhea.
The patient was carried over by two fellow villagers. His skin was covered with clothes, as if he couldn't stand the light. He kept hunching over and coughing and vomiting. Passers-by saw this and walked around him in disgust.
Shen Wangshu made a lot of masks when he had free time these days. The first thing to pay attention to for many infectious diseases is protective measures. In addition to masks, there is also a small bottle of alcohol on the table.
The two villagers who supported the patient also covered their mouths and noses with coarse cloth, and there was also a layer of cloth between them when they came into contact with the patient.
"Doctor Shen, we are from Tongji Village. Can you see if you can save Uncle Li?" One of the young men said, "Many people in our village have contracted the same strange disease as Uncle Li. All the clinics we have visited are closed and the doctors also said that there is no hope and we can only wait to die, but...but..."
"We heard that you have cured many difficult and complicated diseases, so we came here to try our luck and see if you can save our village?"
Shen Wangshu was wearing a mask and special gloves, and was very serious about looking up Uncle Li's head. He heard the two villagers say nervously, "Don't touch him directly. This strange disease is contagious!"
Shen Wangshu assured them and sprayed some alcohol on the two of them to disinfect them.
"Can you tell me the details?" Shen Wangshu began to write the medical record: "When did the first person get sick? How did you find out that the disease is contagious? How many people in the village have been infected now?"
Uncle Li said, "I, I accompanied my wife to visit her relatives, and when I came back, I started to get rashes all over my body. It was itchy and it festered when I scratched it."
"My wife had the same problem - of course, when I went to their house, it seemed like my eldest brother-in-law and mother-in-law had the same problem, and they even had rashes on their faces, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time."
"After I came back, I found that everyone in my family, young and old, had been infected. That's when I realized something was wrong."
"The disease first started with itchy rashes all over the body, and on the second day, a high fever began. The rashes on the body ulcerated and pus oozed, and there was vomiting and diarrhea."
"Later, our village chief went to inquire and found out that in Xinhua Village, where my wife's family came from, every household had someone infected with the disease!"
"The situation in our village is slightly better, but many people have also been infected. Many people died on the third day of high fever. Only my situation is slightly better, but I have also sought medical treatment to no avail. I really don't know what to do."
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