When other people in the village learned the great news that Su Ermao did not have the plague, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out like a flood.
Men, women, young and old gathered together, each of their faces filled with joy of surviving the disaster, and they cheered happily.
"Wow, that's great, everyone survived, no one has to die!" Su Tiechui waved his arms excitedly and shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was full of excitement and echoed above the camp.
The old man next to him couldn't help but wipe away his tears, muttering: "God has eyes, God has eyes, this is really the blessing of the Bodhisattva."
The children were jumping and dancing, as cheerful as the birds in the woods. Although they did not fully understand the danger involved, they cheered and rejoiced when they saw the adults' happy faces.
The village chief stood aside, watching everyone cheering, and his heart, which had been tightly gripped, finally relaxed.
He raised his head and looked at the blue sky above him, his eyes gleaming with relief and gratitude, and murmured to himself: "Thank God, our ancestors have blessed us. Ermao didn't get the plague, and we can all survive!"
The village chief's hands trembled slightly, and he continued with a pious look on his face: "Dear ancestors, this time we are really grateful for your protection. When we settle down, we will burn incense for you and offer you good sacrifices to thank you for your great kindness.
I hope you can continue to protect our village and keep it safe, and never let such a terrible thing happen again."
After saying this, the village chief took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the joy of surviving the disaster and the wishes for the future into his heart.
At this moment, the whole village was immersed in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere, and the haze that had just shrouded the village seemed to be completely dispelled by the cheers.
In this lively and joyous atmosphere, Su Ermao's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened slowly.
He just felt that his head was still a little dizzy and his vision was a little blurry. It took him a while to gradually see the scene in front of him clearly.
I saw a large group of people surrounding me, and everyone had an expression of excitement or relief on their faces.
Su Ermao frowned with confusion on his face, and asked in a slightly weak voice, "What are you doing? Why are you all surrounding me?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was startled by his own hoarse voice.
The voice sounded so strange, as if it didn't come from his own mouth. His throat also felt a little sore, which made him frown slightly.
He subconsciously turned his head to look beside him, and saw Widow Wang with red eyes and tear marks on her face.
Su Ermao quickly grabbed Widow Wang's arm and asked anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong with me? I feel weak all over and my head is dizzy. And why is my voice like this?"
Widow Wang watched her son wake up, and although her heart was relieved, when she recalled the fear and worry she had experienced that night, she couldn't help but hug his arms and cry.
She wiped her tears and choked up as she said, "Ermao, you have a fever. It's really scary. Everyone is so worried. They thought you had the plague.
You don't know, we all stayed awake all night hoping you would get better, but you scared me so much I almost thought I was going to lose you."
As she spoke, Widow Wang cried even harder, and her tears flowed uncontrollably, wetting Su Ermao's arm.
"Plague?" When Su Ermao heard these two words, his eyes widened and his face was instantly filled with panic.
His lips trembled slightly, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously. Although he was still very weak, he couldn't care less at the moment.
He suddenly stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Doctor Bai's hands, his hands clenched extra tightly due to nervousness, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.
He looked up at Doctor Bai anxiously, his voice changing tone. Filled with worry and fear, he asked anxiously, "Doctor Bai, I really don't have the plague, do I?"
Doctor Bai wore a gentle smile and replied in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, Ermao. You just have a common fever, not the plague. Look, the fever has subsided now. As long as you rest well and take care of yourself, you'll be fine. Don't scare yourself, okay."
After hearing Doctor Bai's reassuring answer, Su Ermao breathed a sigh of relief, and the panic on his face gradually faded away.
Then, he slowly released the hand that was tightly holding Doctor Bai's, gently moved his body, and lay down again.
Seeing that Su Ermao had woken up, the village chief cleared his throat and said loudly to the villagers, "Okay, okay, since Ermao is fine, we will continue on our way. Everyone, go back and pack your things. Take everything you need with you. Don't forget anything important, otherwise it will be troublesome if you need it on the road."
After hearing what the village chief said, the villagers nodded in agreement, with relieved expressions on their faces. Then they turned around and hurriedly walked towards their homes, ready to pack their bags and start their next journey.
The village chief watched as everyone went back one after another, then turned and walked towards Su Ermao who was still lying on the bed.
He walked to the bedside, his eyes full of concern, and said to Su Ermao, "Ermao, you and the children will take a carriage later. You just recovered from the fever and are still weak. Don't be stubborn. Taking a carriage will save you some energy. Have a good rest. If you feel uncomfortable on the way, tell me right away, okay."
After listening to the village chief's words, Su Ermao nodded and replied softly, "Well, thank you, Uncle Village Chief. I understand."
Widow Wang was taking good care of Su Ermao by the bed. She was just worrying about how her son, who was so weak, could continue on his journey when she heard the village chief say that her son should take a horse carriage.
She was stunned at first, then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She quickly raised her head and looked at the village chief with gratitude.
"Village chief, thank you so much!" Widow Wang's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes unconsciously turned red.
Her family was so poor that they didn't even have a decent cart.
She was originally still worried, thinking that once they set off, she would have to grit her teeth and support her son on the journey.
But I didn't expect that the villagers would allow my son to ride in a horse-drawn carriage.
You know, not everyone can ride in this carriage in Sujia Village. Only children under the age of five can enjoy the privilege of riding in it.
Everyone has always followed this rule. After all, the number of carriages is limited, and priority must be given to those young children who cannot walk fast.
And now, the village chief is willing to make this exception for his son. How can Widow Wang not be moved?
Her heart felt as if a warm current was flowing slowly through it, making her feel warm.
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