After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The word plague is actually a monster from the abyss with its bloody mouth wide open. Its sudden appearance is enough to scare everyone into fleeing in panic.

The crying in the mourning hall stopped, and everyone's eyes widened, murmuring in disbelief: "Plague...Epidemic?"

"Where's the yellow cow? Where's the yellow cow that died of illness in Yuchun's family?"

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and veins were bulging under the white skin of his neck. He shouted almost hysterically:

"How did you deal with the cattle's carcasses?"

"Buried...buried...buried under the locust tree at the east end..."

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized the truth, their teeth chattered, and their hearts were falling rapidly from the top of a cliff in panic: "Could it be...could it be that the yellow cow is the source of the disease...?"

If you think in this way, everything can be connected.

Why did Yuchun's husband and mother-in-law also die after Huang Niu died? They thought it was just their fate, but they never expected such a thing to happen.

The villagers began to suffer from back pain and shortness of breath one after another, and they thought it was because they were tired from doing too much farm work in recent days, so they didn't take it seriously. Who would have thought that there was another reason.

People are often unwilling to face the truth, because the truth is far more terrifying than any monster in the abyss.

The village chief's hand that was pulling his beard trembled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up like waves in the sea: "Sir... now people are panicking, do you have any evidence? This matter cannot be fooled..."

Old Zhao forced a laugh: "Haha... Sir, please don't scare us. We are in a remote area here. We don't even have a doctor. We usually have to get up early in the morning and rush to the town to see a doctor. If there is really a plague, our village will be finished..."

"I'm a doctor!"

The young man's brows were stern and he took a firm step forward.

"While the situation is still under control and the mutation hasn't gotten worse, I am willing to help you take protective measures and try my best to find a solution!"

The young man is fearless, with a sincere look in his eyes that cannot be stopped by frost or snow, nor can it be driven away by wind and rain.

During his first trip abroad, in his best years, he said the four most important and unforgettable words in his life:

I am a physician.

Human life is of the utmost importance. Even if it is worth thousands of gold, saving it is a greater virtue than that.

Because human life is precious, medical assistance is worth more than gold.

His expression was firm and unyielding, and his eyes were bright like a burning flame. No one could ignore the heat of this flame.

"Sir...if something really happens here, why don't you leave? We just met by chance, and if things go wrong, you might end up putting your life at risk..."

not worth it.

"Do you have any other doctors here?"

He spoke in a loud and firm voice and refused to give in even a little.

"Besides, I may be infected now. If I leave rashly, it will only spread to more people outside."

Fortunately, this place is remote, avoiding the risk of spreading outward.

It is precisely because of their remoteness that they are desperate and isolated from the world. It is difficult for the outside world to receive news from them. It is like a wooden box thrown in the middle of the ocean, with a group of people locked inside, desperately beating on the wooden boards for help.

"Hey, let's just listen to the gentleman. There's a saying that goes, 'It's better to believe it than not to believe it.' It's always better to take precautions."

"Yes, yes, yes... Mr. is here with us now. It would be petty for us to be shy any longer."

From the initial uncertainty to doubt and despair, and then to the current hope, the change in everyone's expressions is very obvious.

"Sir, you tell us what we should do, and we'll listen to you!"

The village chief tapped the building with his cane, which was considered the final decision.

Ji Jingshen controlled his breathing, clenched his fists, and said calmly, "Cremate Yuchun's body first."

There was an inevitable moment of silence in the air.

"No! Mother! Don't disturb my burial! Mother needs to rest in peace!"

"Wuwuwu... Sir, can you please let my mother rest in peace? Please, sir..."

The two children cried heartbreakingly. A woman couldn't bear it, so she came forward, one on each side, and hugged them in her arms.

"My dear, be obedient, and your mother will turn into a star in the sky to accompany you forever."

"My dear, I know this is hard, but we have to endure it..."

The child threw himself into the woman's arms and burst into tears, and several people were crying together.

"Grandma is gone... Daddy is gone, Mom is gone... The big yellow cow is gone too. I have nothing left except my brother, wuwuwu..."

Everyone in the room burst into tears after hearing these words. Ji Jingshen clenched his teeth, his elegance was gone, and his beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with bloodshot.

Yuchun was still cremated, but the whole village had no time to be sad and immediately took protective measures.

"Isolate first! Fumigate with moxa leaves regularly!"

There was a thin layer of dark blue on the boy's eyelids, and it was obvious that he was very tired.

"Uncle Zhao!"

"I'm here!"

"Your health is the most optimistic at the moment, so I am sending you to deliver this letter to the government."

He wrote a letter asking for help from the court.

They needed funding assistance from the court and needed to send medical officers to provide medical care and medicine. Otherwise, relying solely on the people in the village, with their scarce and delayed resources, it would be impossible for them to survive this crisis.

Lao Zhao only felt the letter in his hand was heavy and hot. He said solemnly, "Okay, sir, please rest assured. I will definitely deliver the letter!"

……

The plague spread more quickly and seriously than expected, and soon everyone in the village fell ill, with body aches and high fevers. The medicine had already run out, and the young man's eyes were bloodshot, and he was busy moving among the patients, exhausted.

"Sir, Lao Zhang is gone..."

Ji Jingshen's fingers trembled as he felt the patient's pulse. He lowered his long eyelashes to hide the pain in his eyes, and said in a numb voice, "Okay, I understand. Let's cremate him."

"……Yes"

Despair is everywhere, and no one remembers that they once had hope.

"Sir! Yuchun's two children are dying! Go and take a look!"

He stood up suddenly, staggered dizzily, and ran forward with unsteady steps.

In the dilapidated and lonely theater house, the twin brother and sister hugged each other tightly.

The elder sister comforted him gently: "It's okay, it's okay, I will always be with you..."

The younger brother clutched his sister's clothes and sobbed softly. It was not until Ji Jingshen arrived that they raised their red and swollen rabbit eyes: "Sir..."

The younger brother choked up: "Sir... I don't want to die, I don't want my sister to die..."

His cries were like the rumbling of a large string, and suddenly he wailed rapidly: "Sir, we don't want to die!!! We don't want to die! Save us! Sir, save us!"

Ji Jingshen almost collapsed to his knees, the devastating feeling of powerlessness and sadness almost crushing his last breath.

Suddenly his whole body trembled violently.

Everyone in the village had collapsed, but he was fine. This was all thanks to the fact that he had tasted all kinds of herbs since he was a child, and his body had been conditioned with various medicines and was almost immune to all diseases.

If that’s the case, then what about his blood? Can his blood save people?

Ji Jingshen had never felt his heartbeat so passionately and excitedly before; it was a vibrant hope.

Without any hesitation, he cut his arm and carefully dripped the blood into the bowl, then brought it to the siblings with hope: "Drink it, maybe there is still a way."