Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 596 Last Words

The crying woman was so pitiful that it aroused everyone's emotions.

The sound of crying spread out of the ruined temple through the nailed-up windows and doors.

The guarding officer also felt uncomfortable.

They are not bad people. Anyone would feel sorry for seeing so many people dying right under their noses.

The people in the dilapidated temple were actually already dead, how could they be saved? The plague was not an ordinary disease. No one had survived the plague in the past hundred years. How could a girl who was only eleven years old be saved?

Most of these officers did not dare to say anything, and they did not believe Jiang Fubao at all in their hearts.

Back at the clinic, Jiang Fubao took Pan Erya and Pan Shitou to smoke for a long time at the door before entering the clinic.

So as to avoid spreading the virus to your family members.

"What happened, Fubao, you didn't go in, did you? Are those people okay? Is it serious?" Jiang Siyin and Zhang Yanzi had been waiting at the door. When they saw their daughter come back, they went up to her and asked anxiously.

"No, Daddy, Mommy, don't worry, the officers have already given them the medicine. Now they are just waiting to see which of the three medicines will work. I won't tell you anything for now. Daddy, Mommy, I'm going to read in the room."

After Jiang Fubao finished lying, she felt a little guilty, so she went back to the house holding the booklet.

There is no sun today, and the sky is very cloudy, so the light is not strong. Zhang Yanzi is afraid that the house will be dark and her daughter's eyes will be hurt if she reads.

Bring in the charcoal stove.

She opened the window a little to allow air to circulate in the room to avoid poisoning. It was her daughter who explained this to her, saying that the charcoal stove would produce a poisonous gas, and if people were in a closed room, they would be poisoned and die without knowing it.

"Although it's not that cold anymore, it's still very cold sitting here without moving. Light a stove to warm up so you can see clearly. I won't disturb you anymore. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

Zhang Yanzi asked softly.

"Mom, just eat something. Noodles. The noodle soup mom makes is the best."

Jiang Fubao originally wanted to say she wanted to eat spare ribs, but the butcher shop on the street had closed and the spare ribs at the clinic had all been eaten, so she could only change her mind and say she wanted to eat noodle soup.

Zhang Yanzi smiled and nodded.

"Okay, mother will make it for you. Do you want to light another candle? Mother sees that the room is still a little dark, and it will be dark soon. How about lighting one?" she asked again.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Jiang Fubao agreed quickly without even raising his head, his eyes fixed on the patients' conditions recorded in the booklet.

The onset of this plague seems to be headache first, followed by chills, and then cough, fever and runny nose as if catching a cold.

Treating it with typhoid fever is not effective, but will make the condition worse. Those who are in a coma either contracted the disease too early, or saw other doctors at the time, or bought typhoid medicine privately from the pharmacy and drank it, so that while others are still coughing, they have already collapsed.

If he were not treated, he would probably remain in a coma for less than five days and then die.

There were only two antipyretic tablets in the space, enough to feed so many people. She had saved them by refreshing them every day. Of course, there were a few people who didn't get any and were unwilling to try the medicine, so they could only wish for the best.

While Jiang Fubao was reading, Doctor Liu from the Liu Clinic next door was taken away by officials.

He was infected with the disease from a previous patient. He couldn't stop coughing and his face was red. It was obvious that he had a high fever. He drank herbal medicine to reduce fever, but it had no effect at all. His apprentice was scared and went to complain to the official. Both of them were taken away, one was isolated and the other was locked up in a dilapidated temple.

When the people in the temple saw Doctor Liu being locked up, they swarmed around him.

"Doctor Liu, why are you here too? Are you sick too?"

"You are talking nonsense. Why is he locked up here if he is not sick? Aren't all the people here sick? Doctor Liu, please save my dad. He has been unconscious for two days. He is completely confused. When I called him, he actually mistook me for his elder brother. What should I do?"

"Doctor Liu, I don't trust that little miracle doctor. Can you check my son's pulse? Can he be saved? His condition is less severe than mine. I cough a lot, but my son just has a runny nose. It shouldn't be serious, right? If it's not a plague, I can still ask the officials to release my son..."

"Doctor Liu..."

"..."

With so many noises mixed together, Doctor Liu, who was already having a headache, rolled his eyes and fainted.

No one took care of him and everyone fled.

He lay alone in the middle.

"Why did he faint?"

"It's all because of you guys' noise."

"It's over, it's over. It's really over now. What should I do? Doctor Liu has fainted. Who can save my son?"

"Yeah, I was thinking, can I ask him for a dose of medicine to reduce the fever? He has already fainted, what's the point of asking for it? Sigh, just wait to die."

"Why are you begging? Didn't you see how red his face is? He himself has a fever, how can he cure you? He can't even cure himself, who can he cure? This is plague, not ordinary typhoid. You all think you can get out alive.

My suggestion is that you should think of your last words as soon as possible, and then ask the officials to bring them to your family members, so as to avoid any regrets. Tsk tsk, anyway, I have already written my words on the wall. After I die, my son will definitely come to the ruined temple, and he will definitely see it. "

An old scholar who had studied books said this while shaking his head.

He had stopped coughing, and his red cheeks and weak voice made him look like a dying man.

"Mr. Bai, please write a sentence for me."

"Me too, help me write a sentence too. I'm afraid the official has forgotten this matter, so just write, 'Daliang, Dad is gone first, take good care of your grandparents and your mother, remember to burn more paper for Dad, come to see Dad often, and don't let your mother commit suicide..."

"I want to leave a message for my wife, Mr. Bai, you..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the temple suddenly changed.

The dejection and despair he felt when Jiang Fubao left has turned into calm acceptance.

Some people even asked the old students to help them write their wills.

"Okay, okay, it's fate that we can die together. I'll help you. Line up, one by one. I only have one hand that can write, and I can't remember so many words."

These people surrounded the old student.

Others did not have any last words because some of their entire families were imprisoned.

"Cough, cough, cough, son, cough, cough, how are you?" Ye Youqin in the corner hugged her youngest son and coughed bitterly.

However, after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear her son's voice, so she looked down.

My son fainted again.

The light in Ye Youqin's eyes completely disappeared.