Chapter 023 Plague rampant

From time to time, there are a few painful hums from the dilapidated house.

An old woman was carefully boiling the pot of soup in the kitchen. Her wrinkled face was full of sadness and uneasiness. She held a tattered fan in her right hand and incited the fire that was almost extinguished from time to time.

At this time, the almost uncontrollable painful humming sound came from time to time, and the old woman's whole face was tightly wrinkled together.

"It will be ready soon! Be patient for a while." She looked at the tiny fire anxiously, turned her head and shouted in the inner room.

However, no one answered her. There were only a few more painful hums in the room.

The painful muffled hum reached her ears, making her already wrinkled face look more tight, as if a ball of broken paper had been tightly kneaded into a ball.

"It's almost ready, it's almost ready." She stirred up the fan in her right hand more vigorously and blew on the fire with her mouth, hoping that the soup on the stove could be boiled faster.

Finally, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared on her face full of despair. She stretched out her right hand tremblingly and picked up the medicine pot with a broken rag.

"Gulu!" The red and black decoction in the pot was carefully poured into the wooden bowl by her, for fear of wasting any drop of decoction in the pot. It was not until she poured the last drop of decoction into the pot into the wooden bowl that she finally put down the pot.

There were a few more painful muffled hums from the inner room. She carefully picked up the hot wooden bowl and walked towards the inner room, saying, "Okay, okay."

She walked through the kitchen and slowly walked into the inner room. Although it was a hot season, ** lay a man covered with a thick quilt.

"Come on, drink the medicine and you'll be fine." She sat by the bed and carefully helped the ** man up. The man finally raised his head. His face was full of wounds and kept dripping yellow sore liquid.

"Drink the medicine and you will be fine." It seemed that she had been used to the sores on the man's face for a long time. The old woman was not afraid at all. She helped him up carefully and leaned gently against her body. She handed the wooden bowl in her hand to the man's mouth.

The man trembled and stretched out his hands and held both sides of the wooden bowl tightly - even above his hands, they were full of transparent sores, which seemed to burst at any time, and then flowed out transparent, with a little yellow pus.

"Gulu! Gollum!" The man held both sides of the wooden bowl tightly and couldn't wait to drink the bowl of red and black soup. After drinking it, it seemed that his whole body was weak. He leaned against the old woman's shoulder weakly and put his hands on it. The wooden bowl fell to the ground in an instant, making a "bang" sound.

The old woman's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and there was some moisture slipping silently from her eyes. She stretched out her hand, gently patted the man on the shoulder, and comforted her, "It's okay. It's okay after drinking the medicine. Everything will be fine."

"Mom... Will I die?" The man leaned on the old woman's shoulder and asked in a very weak voice.

"No, no." The old woman quickly shook her head and said, "This is the medicine prescribed by Dr. Sima. It will definitely get better after drinking it."

"This plague has been rampant for months, and I don't know when it will subside..." The young man looked at the dilapidated roof with empty eyes, "Maybe the people in the town will die."

"No, Dr. Sima can cure him. We have to believe him." The old woman said quickly.

"Can it be cured..." The young man sighed, and there was deep despair in his words. "If it can be cured, Xiaolan will not die..."

"She smiled so beautifully, but the way she died was really terrible. I didn't even dare to open my eyes and look at her more..." The young man said slowly, with a trace of self-deprecation, "But now, I have become what she looks like, haven't I?"

The old woman was silent, and some tears kept sliding down from the corners of her eyes. She bit her lips tightly and just listened quietly.

"This may be retribution..." The young man smiled, but smiled so helplessly. "I once told her that no matter what she became, I would love her, but when I really saw that she had that disease, I couldn't fulfill my original promise. When I saw her like that, I was afraid..."

"I know." The old woman stretched out her right hand and gently stroked the young man's back. "Everyone will be afraid."

"I'm really scared. I saw that her face was full of those abscesses. I felt so disgusting and horrible. I didn't dare to approach her. I could only watch her be quarantined from afar. I felt that she was no longer the Xiaolan I knew before..." The young man said, and there were some tears slid down from the corners of his eyes and his face. The pus on it is mixed together.

"Until she died, I didn't dare to open my eyes and look at her more. I only looked at her, and I couldn't help trying to escape." The young man said, "When I saw her burned by the fire with those who died, I even felt a sense of relief..."

"She finally died, and I finally didn't have to face her anymore. The moment I saw her being burned, I was really happy. I thought all the nightmares would be burned with the fire, but I was wrong..." The young man shook his head and said.

"I know, she is blaming me. She must hate me when she dies..." The young man cried and said, "She must be disappointed in me."

"It's just a plague... No one is wrong..." The old woman comforted, "Anyone will be afraid and panic."

"Isn't it ironic? I actually got this disease, and my face has become the same as Xiaolan." The young man said with a wry smile, "Now I can finally feel Xiaolan's despair and helplessness at the beginning."

"But when she needed me most, I didn't help her. I even hated her and was afraid of her." The young man said.

"But you still have a mother. Your mother will always be by your side to help you cure your illness." The old woman comforted.

"Mom, thank you. If even you leave me, I think I really can't stand it." The young man leaned against the old woman's arms and exhaled gently.

"Good boy, my mother will never leave you. I will go to Lord Sima tomorrow to get some medicine, and you will get better after drinking the medicine." The old woman stretched out her hand and gently stroked the young man's cheek, and her wrinkled skin was immediately covered with those transparent yellow pus.

"Dong Dong Dong!" At this moment, a rapid knock on the door sounded, and several townspeople with knives broke into the door.

"Dad Du! I heard that your son has been lying at home for more than half a month! And you went to Dr. Sima yesterday to get the herbs to cure the plague! If you are really infected with the plague, you must be sent to quarantine as soon as possible..." An old man strode into the house slowly, followed by several middle-aged men with knives.

"No...No... Du Kang just got the wind chill." The old woman quickly put the young man in ** and covered him with a quilt in a panic.

"The mayor... It's really okay..." The old woman walked to the old man in a panic with a little panic and stopped them.

"Dad Du! If your son is really infected with the plague, he will be sent to quarantine immediately, otherwise more people will be infected with the plague!" The old man said and winked at the strong men beside him. The strong men immediately rushed to the inner room.

"Mayor... Du Kang is really infected with the wind and cold... Don't look..." The old woman hurriedly stopped him, but after all, she couldn't stop the strong men. Several men rushed into the inner room and lifted the quilts on the young man's body.

When I saw the abscess of the young man curled up in ** with yellow pus, the room was suddenly full of cold air. Sound.

"The mayor! Du Kang was really infected with the plague!!" The strong man threw the quilt covered with yellow transparent pus to the ground, turned around and shouted at the mayor.

"Take it away!" The old man frowned and roared harshly.

Several strong men immediately grabbed the young man from his hands wrapped in thick linen, and dragged him out.

"No!! Mayor, you can't take Du Kang to quarantine! He has drunk the medicine prescribed by Dr. Sima, and he will get better soon!! If you take him to isolate him with other people who have been plagued, he will never get better!" The old woman cried and knelt down, holding the corners of the old man's clothes tightly and refused to let go.

"Why are you so confused! Do you know how many people your selfishness will kill? If the people infected with the plague are not controlled, it will only make more innocent people infected with the plague!!" The old man lowered his head and glared at the crying old woman.

At this moment, the dragged young man suddenly made a series of painful shouts in his mouth, and began to spit out black dirty blood, which was sprayed on the ground, emitting a stench.

Several strong men screamed and hurriedly let go of the young man. The young man spit black blood in his mouth and fell to the ground helplessly, uncontrollably **.

"It's not good! Du Kang's plague broke out! It must be taken to quarantine immediately!" The old man exclaimed, threw away the stunned old woman, strode out in a hurry, and several strong men rushed up and dragged the young man away.

The room was quiet, leaving only the stunned old woman. Her dark eyes looked ahead empty. At this time, she suddenly felt a little itchy in her right hand. She couldn't help stretching out her left hand and began to scratch the itching place.

"Bow!" With a slight cracking sound, she lowered her head and looked at the itching of her right hand. She was stunned to see a torn wound in her right hand, which was constantly dripping transparent yellow pus...