The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

The Tongren Clinic in Anning Town was almost full of people. Doctor Hu had run this clinic for at least twenty years, and this was the only time in his life that he was blocked in a clinic and stared at by so many people with such eager eyes.

He felt that as long as he made the final judgment, the relatives of these people would most likely become so excited that they would tear him apart.

Another patient with high fever was helped over, groaning and it was unclear what he was saying.

"How long have you had the fever? Do you have any ulcers on your body?"

The relative answered hurriedly. When he heard that there was a boil on the back, Hu Lang already knew what was going on. After he lifted up the clothes that had been stained by the boil into an unknown color, he smelled a disgusting smell that made his stomach churn even through the face towel.

The friction of the cloth made the wound of the abscess bigger, and pus flowed down the spine. The medicine boy who was helping the man couldn't hold it in, so he pushed away the people blocking his way and ran to the door to vomit violently.

"This, when did this abscess appear?" Doctor Hu was a little shocked. There were indeed quite a few patients with fever and skin ulcers in recent days, but most of them were in the early stages of the epidemic.

Doctor Hu had been involved in epidemic control 20 years ago and had some experience with this. He couldn't say whether he could cure the disease, but it might be feasible to suppress it slightly in the early stages of the epidemic.

Everyone has different physical fitness. If you can suppress it, then people with good physical fitness can also get through it.

"Half a month." The men who brought the patient over looked at each other and said, "Doctor Hu said you are a miracle doctor. Just look at how to treat it. It doesn't matter what herbs you use or how much money you spend."

Doctor Hu shook his head and pulled the man's clothes off. "It's already festering. Even if I cut out the rotten flesh, it's only a temporary solution, not a cure."

He took a pen and paper and wrote down a prescription: "An external application may help him pass away in a dignified manner."

When several people heard this, they were immediately unhappy: "What do you mean by letting him go in a dignified manner? I tell you, today he has to be treated, whether he wants to or not."

Doctor Hu was not someone who could be frightened. He was already old, but he was still being threatened, especially when he was extremely busy.

He slammed the table and stood up: "I said it can't be cured, even if the King of Hell comes, he can't cure it."

"If you don't accept my toast, then I'll punish you." Several men glared at him angrily and quickly pulled out the weapons on their waists, as if they were going to kill him if the problem wasn't solved today.

There were many women, children and boys among the patients who came to see the doctor. Seeing this situation, they screamed and tried to get away from this place without any reason. The clinic was instantly in chaos.

After the medicine boy finished vomiting, he heard a conflict in the clinic. He wanted to go in to see what was going on, but was swept away by the people rushing out.

"Master, Master." He shouted loudly in the crowd, but to no avail.

Fortunately, the county guard patrols became more diligent and arrived in time before a violent conflict broke out. The man who threatened people with a machete immediately fled in all directions.

Doctor Hu sensed something was wrong the moment they drew their swords. He always brought this iron tool with him when he came out to see patients, and the first thing that came to his mind was those people who had suffered from disasters in recent times and chose to become bandits.

These people are also very dangerous. Having killed people and seen blood, they no longer treat people as human beings. The person they brought here is so seriously ill that he may infect other people.

If that kind of bandit got sick, would he... deliberately let the disease spread?

The more Doctor Hu thought about it, the more frightened he became. He shouted at the guards, "They are not good people. They are probably bandits who just showed up. They might be infected with the disease."

The guards, who had originally planned to just pretend to chase after the enemy, no longer dared to delay after hearing this and they ran away faster than each other.

After all, if Commander Lu knew that they let the bandits into the city and let them escape after discovering them, being beaten would be a small matter. Commander Lu would really fine them money.

We are just a small guard army and we will never go against anything, not even money.

At this time, in a dilapidated temple not far from Anning Town, Chu Wanwan, who had appeared in Anning Village some time ago, was lying in a corner, trembling all over. She was in extreme pain but dared not make a sound.

She had been running a fever for several days and her face was as pale as a dead person. The straw she used to cover her body was wet with sweat or urine, and it gave off an extremely unpleasant smell.

There was another group of people not far away. Some of them closed their eyes and rested without saying a word, while others paced back and forth anxiously: "Damn it, they knew it was an epidemic but they still insisted on going into the city to treat it. The people are almost dead, how can they be cured?"

"I'll wait for half an hour at most. If those bastards don't come back, I'll leave regardless of whether you leave or not." The other person who was looking outside came back and said angrily.

"This place is too close to the county town. I just saw several yamen runners running in and out."

A group of men got together and became bandits. To put it bluntly, their only goal was to survive. Naturally, no one was willing to take the risk to support their temporary companion.

One person spoke up, and the others agreed. Everyone was discussing where to go next. One of the men had to pee urgently, so he ran to the corner and unbuckled his belt.

Before he could take out his stuff, he saw the straw under his feet shaking, which scared him so much that he shivered and his pants got wet.

"Damn it, what the hell." For a man, being scared to the point of peeing his pants was a huge humiliation. He kicked it hard, and a woman's cry of pain came from under the straw.

"Who, come out."

Chu Wanwan continued to shrink and dared not say a word. Although she had a high fever and would not live long without treatment, she still wanted to live.

So she didn't want to face those bandits, didn't want to be hacked to death, and didn't want to die like a piece of trash with no one caring about her.

The man lifted the straw directly, and the pungent smell almost made him vomit.

The yellow and white spots on his black pockmarked cloth looked like some kind of excrement, and in his hand he was holding a moldy, smelly, and soft pancake.

"Ugh..." The man peed himself out of fear and vomited again out of disgust: "Ugh... It stinks, this woman is probably worse than Boss Ma."

The Golden Hook Nose, who had been resting with his eyes closed, seemed to smell something and suddenly opened his eyes: "It shouldn't be an epidemic."

"What?" The frightened man turned around and asked, "It stinks so bad, isn't it an epidemic?"

"It smells different." Jin Goubi stood up and walked over, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, but he still frowned because of the fumes. "It's indeed not that. The epidemic first causes fever and then pustules appear on the body, but this person's festering face is obviously caused by a knife wound that was not treated."

Chu Wanwan raised her head with all her strength. She stared at the person who was speaking without blinking. After a long while, she whispered, "Please, save me."