A Shocking Dream

"Sister, the safety of those who are taking care of the quarantined people is also of vital importance. They must be equipped with the best protection, have regular physical examinations, and be evacuated immediately if any abnormality is found." added Kanan.

"That's right. We can't overlook any of these details. We also need to arrange carrier pigeons to ensure smooth communication between the quarantine point and the city so that we can respond to emergencies in a timely manner." Lin Wunian stopped and looked at Wan Wan. "This crisis is unprecedented since the founding of the Great Qi Nation. We can only proceed step by step and hope to find a solution to the plague. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."

Lin Wunian's expression was solemn, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. In this time of plague and zombies, she knew her mastery of mechanical engineering could be the key to turning the tide, but she didn't want to reveal her knowledge of mechanical engineering until absolutely necessary.

The court was always a vortex of power struggles. Beneath the seemingly calm surface lay countless prying eyes and calculating hearts. Every action, every word, could become the fuse of a power struggle. She knew her political skills were a double-edged sword; were they known to others, the consequences would be disastrous.

The more power, the more danger. This was something she had learned from years of surviving in the palace. Those ministers, vying for power, would resort to any means necessary. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, always ready to pounce on any prey that might threaten their position. Her mechanical skills were undoubtedly a juicy piece of meat, driving them wild.

Even more terrifying, if her secrets were exposed, her true identity would be revealed. She was an orphan of a previous dynasty, burdened with a deep family feud. For years, she had lived in obscurity, cautiously navigating this complex world. If her identity were revealed, not only would her life be in jeopardy, but innocent lives would also be implicated.

Lin Wunian stared at the hazy sky in the distance, her brow furrowed. But the current situation was giving her a headache. The epidemic was like a runaway horse, running wild. Every new piece of news was like a hammer, hammering at her heart.

As the days passed, the epidemic grew more intense. In the towns, the cries of the people and the roars of the zombies mingled, like the mournful music of death. The infected, their eyes hollow and their bodies twisted, ruthlessly attacked their former family and friends. The once bustling streets were now littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

The quarantine zone was also in chaos, with people's fear fermenting in the cramped space, threatening to break through the fragile defenses. Medical supplies were severely scarce, and doctors worked day and night, but they were unable to stop the death.

Lin Wunian felt exhausted; she hadn't had a good night's sleep in ages. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her body was shaky from exhaustion, but she couldn't collapse. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, a stinging pain. She took a deep breath, fighting back the exhaustion and despair that surged through her. Her body trembled slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. But there was still a glimmer of determination in her eyes, a stubborn refusal to succumb to fate.

In this simple room, crammed with ancient books, she flipped through ancient medical texts, searching for every possible cure. The air around her seemed frozen, only the sound of her flipping pages echoing in the silence. Countless attempts, only countless failures, threatened to overwhelm her with a crushing sense of defeat.

Lin Wunian slumped in her chair, her eyes filled with exhaustion and helplessness. "Help! I want to go home so badly," she muttered, her voice tinged with tears. In this strange and cruel ancient world, she felt like she was being drained dry.

As a modern doctor, she once possessed advanced medical equipment. Those sophisticated instruments were like her comrades-in-arms, helping her overcome one illness after another. But now, in this ancient world, everything has changed. No CT scans, no ECG monitors, no familiar scalpels and syringes, and she can only rely on herbal medicine to treat her illnesses.

Every time she faced a patient, she felt like she was groping in the dark. Despite diligently studying the properties and uses of the herbs, she felt overwhelmed. Watching patients writhe in pain, unable to provide the swift and precise treatment she would in modern times, this feeling of powerlessness threatened to consume her.

She looked at the simple room, surrounded by some ancient medical books and crude medicine tools. It was far from the modern hospital she was familiar with. She missed the clean white wards, the bright shadowless lights, and the days when she and her colleagues fought side by side.

"I'm so tired..." Lin Wunian closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wished it were just a nightmare, that when she woke up, she would still be in a modern hospital, continuing to be that confident doctor. But the cruel reality kept hitting her. The painful groans of patients could be heard from outside. She knew she couldn't give up. No matter how difficult it was, she had to find a way to save the patients in this ancient predicament.

"Niannian, wake up." When Lin Wunian was in a daze, she heard a familiar voice. She raised her head and opened her eyes, and found that her grandfather was looking at her kindly.

"Grandpa." Lin Wunian cried out, as if to vent all the grievances and fears she had endured in the past few days. She sat up suddenly and threw herself into her grandfather's arms. The warm embrace had a soothing power.

Grandpa patted her back gently, "Silly child, are you having a nightmare? Look at how sweaty you are." Lin Wunian tightly grasped the corner of Grandpa's clothes, and her knuckles turned slightly white due to the force. "Grandpa, I don't know what to do. I came to this unfamiliar environment and didn't know how to save them. Now the plague has mutated. Did I do something wrong?" Her voice was filled with tears, and her eyes were full of helplessness and self-blame.

Grandpa patted her hand gently and looked at her firmly, "Child, you are right. This plague is inherently strange and unpredictable, and the medical equipment here is backward. It is not easy for you to hold on until now." Tears flashed in Lin Wunian's eyes, "But so many lives are disappearing. The medicine I developed was originally effective, but now..." As she spoke, her shoulders trembled slightly.

Grandpa sighed, "Wunian, there will be many hardships in this world, but we can't give up. Perhaps if we keep looking, we can find a new turning point. Those patients are still waiting for you." Lin Wunian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. "Grandpa, I really have no other choice. I can't bear to watch the government isolate them and burn them alive. They said the way to stop the plague is to burn those infected."