"Could this Ermao be infected with the plague?" An elderly man frowned and spoke first with a worried look on his face.
Although his voice was not loud, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples among the crowd.
"It's possible. I see that he doesn't wear his mask properly and keeps taking it off." Aunt Qin also agreed. As she spoke, she recalled the situation when she saw Ermao before. The child always felt that the mask was uncomfortable to wear, and he would take it off from time to time to breathe, completely ignoring the fact that the mask could isolate the risk of epidemics to a certain extent.
"No way, then we are in trouble." After hearing this, a young man suddenly widened his eyes and his face was full of horror.
His voice trembled slightly with fear, and the horrific scenes he had heard of the plague raging and corpses strewn all over the ground instantly emerged in his mind.
If Ermao really contracted the plague, then the people in the village would be in danger. After all, the plague is highly contagious, and no one knows whether they will be the next unlucky person to be infected.
Everyone looked at each other, and everyone's face was filled with shock and fear.
Everyone knows that they can no longer harbor any hope of luck at this moment.
So, without saying anything more, they turned around and hurried back to their resting places.
After a while, everyone finally found their own masks, and then hurriedly put them on, carefully adjusting the position to ensure that the masks could fit tightly around the mouth and nose.
At this moment, everyone hopes that this small mask can once again become a barrier against the epidemic and protect themselves and their families from harm, but the fear in their hearts is still like a haze that cannot be dispelled.
When Yao Qingshuang heard the news that Su Ermao was suspected of contracting the plague, her face instantly became extremely solemn.
She turned and walked quickly towards where her family was.
"Listen up, everyone. Put on your masks quickly and don't take them off for a moment. Got it?"
She gave her family instructions with a serious face, her tone revealing an unquestionable determination.
Seeing how serious she looked, her family members did not dare to be negligent. They quickly found their masks and put them on carefully. They also checked each other to ensure that the masks were worn tightly and properly.
After arranging for her family, Yao Qingshuang quickly found a mask from the house, put it on her face carefully, and then hurried to Su Ermao's resting place.
Along the way, her heart was in turmoil, all kinds of terrible images about the plague kept appearing in her mind, and her pace became more and more hurried.
When she arrived at Su Ermao's resting place, she saw Doctor Bai sitting by the bed with a serious face, concentrating on examining Su Ermao.
Doctor Bai's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with solemnity and worry. His hand rested gently on Su Ermao's wrist, carefully feeling the changes in his pulse. From time to time, he would move closer to check Su Ermao's complexion, tongue coating, and other conditions.
Seeing this, Yao Qingshuang knew that she couldn't make any noise to disturb Doctor Bai at this moment, so she tiptoed to the side and stood still, watching everything quietly.
Her eyes were fixed on Doctor Bai's face, trying to find some clues from the changes in his expression.
However, as time went by, she watched helplessly as Doctor Bai's complexion became worse and worse, and his already solemn expression was now covered with a thick layer of haze.
Doctor Bai's lips trembled slightly, as if he had discovered something extremely bad.
Yao Qingshuang's heart also sank to the bottom slowly, bit by bit, as Doctor Bai's expression changed.
Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.
At this moment, her heart was filled with worry and fear. She was worried about Su Ermao's illness and deeply uneasy about the crisis that the entire village might face.
Widow Wang anxiously stood by the bed, her eyes fixed on Doctor Bai, filled with anxiety and anticipation. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Doctor Bai, my Ermao should just have a common fever, right?"
That look seemed to be clinging to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that Dr. Bai could give an answer that would reassure her.
Doctor Bai's face was solemn. He shook his head slowly, his brows still tightly furrowed, and his eyes showed deep worry.
He sighed softly and said in a heavy tone, "It's hard to say right now. This plague isn't something that can be easily diagnosed. Its early symptoms are often fever, which is very similar to a common fever and difficult to distinguish immediately."
As Doctor Bai spoke, he carefully examined Su Ermao, who was still in a coma. He reached out and touched his burning forehead again. Feeling the scorching temperature, he became more and more worried.
"If his high fever can subside tomorrow morning, it will not be the plague." Doctor Bai raised his voice slightly, trying to bring a glimmer of hope to Widow Wang, but he was actually unsure in his heart. After all, the uncertainty of this disease was too great.
"Otherwise..." Doctor Bai paused here, his expression becoming more serious. The words he hadn't said seemed to be weighed a thousand pounds, hanging in the air.
He looked up at Widow Wang, his eyes filled with pity, but he had to continue, "Otherwise, if the high fever persists, and if other symptoms such as coughing, vomiting, and rashes appear one after another, then it is very likely that you have contracted the plague.
By then, the situation will be serious, and our entire village must be extremely cautious and prepared to deal with the crisis."
After hearing what Doctor Bai said, Widow Wang's face turned pale instantly. Her body trembled slightly, as if all her strength had been drained away at once. She fell into great fear and despair.
She widened her eyes, full of disbelief, as if she was trying her best to resist the possibility that Doctor Bai mentioned.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help muttering to herself: "My Ermao just has a fever, just a common fever. It will definitely go away tomorrow morning, for sure! It's not a plague, not a plague..."
As she spoke, she held her son's burning hand tightly, as if if she held it tight enough, she could pull her son back from this terrible disease and save him from the misfortune that might be the plague.
The surrounding villagers stood quietly by, looking at Widow Wang like this. Everyone felt as if their hearts were being pressed down by a huge stone, heavy and uncomfortable.
Everyone understood Widow Wang's mood at the moment, and they also hoped that Ermao had just suffered from a common minor illness, and that his fever would subside by tomorrow morning and he would be back to his normal self.
However, when the villagers thought of the plague, a terrible disease that makes people shudder, a deep fear surged in their hearts.
In the face of the plague, who can truly be hopeful?
Who would dare to easily believe that this was just a false alarm and not a prelude to the impending disaster?
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