The host is broken

Chapter 738 Before Destruction (4)

Seeing this, the villagers muttered a few words in displeasure, turned around, and happily left with the rice.

After the cellar was emptied, Su Shumo went back to the isolation room to continue cooking herbs.

Soon, the herbal medicine was cooked, and Su Shumo asked someone to distribute the herbal medicine. As a result, everyone was worried about being infected with the plague.

Among these people, there are sons, husbands, daughters, and daughter-in-laws.

Before the plague came, their husband and wife were harmonious and their children were filial, but when faced with the choice of life and death, everyone retreated, and everyone made a seemingly natural excuse for themselves.

With hot tears on his face, the man looked at his sobbing mother lying on the hay in the isolation room:

"Doctor Su, I am the only male in our family. If something happens to me, my mother will be even more sad..."

The woman holding the child also looked hurt:
"My little Bao'er still can't leave me. If there is something wrong with me, if little Bao'er is left to take care of me, the old Zhao's family will be wiped out."

Seeing that no one was willing to step into the isolation room, Su Shumo didn't force her, she just found a few more medicine bowls, went back to the isolation room, stacked the boiled herbs, put them on the dilapidated table, and weighed the spoon :

"If you don't want to die, come and drink the medicine yourself."

Their own relatives are afraid of death, and she is not so enthusiastic if they don't feed them.

Hearing this, the man on the hay began to moan:
"Doctor Su, why are you so cruel, we can't move, how can we get over..."

"I don't have any strength at all, I can't get up..."

"I can't move, I can't get up..."

The people infected with the plague were humming and chirping, and the whole isolation room sounded like the atmosphere was very lively.

The people wearing isolation suits outside the isolation room stood outside and stretched their necks to watch. Hearing what Su Shumo said, they shouted unhappily:
"Doctor Su, look how sick my mother is, how can she have the strength to drink medicine by herself!"

"That is to say, where is the doctor who asks the patient to drink the medicine by himself? How can Dr. Su be so cold-blooded to the patient!"

"Isn't it? Doctor Su is really ruthless in the heart of a doctor's parents!"

"My husband-in-law is so skinny, Dr. Su, you can help feed it, it won't matter."

Everyone outside the isolation room pointed and blamed, but Su Shumo in the isolation room seemed like an outsider who didn't care.

It wasn't until I was annoyed by the yelling that I walked over with the spoon in my hand, and slowly glanced over the crowd through the bamboo hat:

"Then why don't you feed them, they are your family anyway."

Just kidding, it's a plague, I don't know if these herbs can cure it!

With a cry, everyone retreated, their eyes dodged with guilt, and the world became quiet.

At the end of Su Shu's eyebrows, she snorted contemptuously, then turned and went back to the isolation room:
"The medicine is here, drink it or not!"

She is not the Su Shumo who is willing to be enslaved by the world.

The people on the hay lay down again for a while, and saw that Su Shumo really didn't intend to feed them, and finally someone was willing to get up and serve the medicine by himself.

These herbs are not rare for Su Shumo at this moment, but they are extremely rare for Su Shumo who is still going through calamities and has no mana at that time.

Because the growing environment of rare and rare herbs is extremely dangerous, either surrounded by cliffs, or surrounded by poisonous insects and beasts. At that time, Su Shumo had to brush shoulders with death several times in order to pick these herbs.

However, the former Su Shumo also really loved human beings very much.

And the herbal medicine has mana blessings. After drinking the herbal medicine, the people in the isolation room are slowly recovering. After a few days, people recovered one after another.

After a few days of observation, it was confirmed that all the people infected with the plague would not relapse again, and the village chief agreed to let them leave the isolation room.

However, although the plague has been contained, refugees continue to pour into Shanshui Village. Because of the limited rice and grain, the village head does not want to help them anymore, but the refugees are coming fiercely. The village head is afraid that something will happen to them if he is in a hurry. I can only cook very thin rice porridge with a little coarse rice.

However, as the number of refugees continued to increase, rice grains were decreasing day by day. If the relief continued, the villagers themselves would starve. After discussing with several elderly people in Yunshui Village, the village chief finally decided to stop the relief.

Once the food was cut off, the refugees who were not in trouble began to protest. There were already a large number of refugees, and when troubles broke out, the people in Yunshui Village couldn't stand it at all.

"Yesterday there was so much rice, but today you say no, who are you lying to?"

The refugee who led the trouble was a skinny man with a pair of eyes that were as cold as a griffin, staring at people coldly, as if he was in danger of being targeted by a poisonous snake and beast.

Facing hundreds of refugees, the village head did not dare to offend them:
"It's really gone. There are already many refugees. There are so many people and so much rice every day. We are really gone!"

"I heard that a few days ago, didn't you just move a lot of rice from a doctor, according to the daily cooking amount, are you sure you don't have any?"

The man squinted his eyes, only a little light gathered in his eyes, as sharp as a wild beast looking for its prey in the dark.

The village chief felt uneasy when he was stared at by the man's eyes:
"There is such a thing, but there are so many, there are a lot of refugees these days, and they have already eaten up."

The man saw the village chief's careful thoughts, and snorted, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his spirit suddenly showed:

"It seems that you don't know my methods anymore. I have killed people with my hands before. If you don't know the way, I don't mind killing people!"

The man used to be a bandit, who specialized in intercepting passers-by at the foot of the mountain.

If you stop the rich, the money will kill you.

Those who have no money will be tortured and killed.

If you meet a woman who is a bit pretty, you will be even more beastly, and you won't stop until you torture people to get rid of a layer of skin.

Later, when the imperial court suppressed the bandits, the man escaped by luck because he was in the town's Yihong Courtyard.

Later, natural disasters, wars, men fled with the refugees, and robbed other refugees of their property and food along the way, but they had a lot of prestige among these refugees.

In the years of war, the people didn't need to live, and life had become a luxury for everyone.

Therefore, no one cares about how they survived, and the life of every surviving person is actually snatched from other people.

The village head was frightened by the fierce look in the man's eyes, but they would starve to death if they gave up the rice, and the village head was at a loss for a while.

But at this time, a person behind the village chief came up behind him, leaned into his ear, and muttered for a while, and he didn't know what he said. Sweaty, walked up to the eagle-eyed man, winked, the latter glanced at him, and left with him.

(End of this chapter)