"You are the county magistrate. My mother said that you are the county magistrate and you can save us. My mother fainted. I beg you, please save my mother..."
Even though she was forced to leave, the little girl still begged for mercy.
While saying this, the man was still struggling hard, trying to beg Zhang Feimo.
There was blood at the corner of her mouth, obviously from coughing up just now.
But she didn't care about that.
Because Yuan Qi's body was limp, he actually let her struggle to get away.
But she didn't make any other movements. With a "dong" sound, she knelt down in front of him.
He kept kowtowing to himself, "Please, save my mother, sir, I beg you..."
She looks like she is only four years old.
Normally, shouldn't a child of her age lie in her mother's arms and enjoy her mother's love?
But what about her?
She was emaciated and tortured beyond recognition by the plague.
But even so, she was not asking for herself.
䀴 is my own mother...
Hearing these words, Zhang Feimo subconsciously clenched his hands into fists.
He didn't even notice the nails digging into his palm.
The blood just fell drop by drop...
He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, there was a hint of clarity in his eyes.
He forced himself to turn around, and forced himself to utter two words, "Burn it!"
After saying these two words, Zhang Feimo didn't dare to stay any longer and turned around and left in a hurry.
Chi Feixuan did not follow immediately. Looking at the slightly panicked back, he knew that his brother was blaming himself.
"Burn" only has two words, but it exhausted all of my energy.
He tried hard to hold back the fear in his heart.
He didn't dare to think about what consequences he would face if the prescription was still not developed.
"No, don't burn my mother, don't burn my mother..."
Even after leaving the charity cemetery, Zhang Feimo could still hear the little girl's cries and begging for mercy...
Returning to the Yamen again, Zhang Feimo didn't know what else he could do.
He just stared blankly ahead.
When Chi Feixuan came in, he murmured:
"Fei Xuan, do you also think that I, as a county magistrate, am incompetent? I couldn't save them. I watched them being burned in front of me. I felt useless..."
"Brother, you are really amazing. The people of Heshan County should thank you. If it weren't for you, the entire Heshan County would not be in its current state. Most of the people infected now are refugees. If it weren't for you, the good people of Heshan County would not be able to survive."
"They should be thankful that they met you. Don't deny yourself. Believe in yourself. If you hadn't taken this step quickly, the consequences would have been even more serious."
"No county magistrate has ever been able to control the plague as well as you are doing now."
Chi Feixuan knew what Zhang Feimo was thinking, and he had prepared these words long ago.
It is what he really thinks.
However, Zhang Feimo seemed not to hear what Chi Feixuan said.
Still staring blankly ahead.
"Brother, don't think too much. Take a rest first. I'll wake you up after lunch."
Four days have passed since the plague was discovered.
During these four days, my brother's sleep time did not exceed one hour.
If I hadn't forced him to sleep, he might not have closed his eyes for these three days.
Even if I persuaded him to lie down, he would be awakened in just an hour.
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