Quickly put on my sick hero

Chapter 298
The city is filled with black smoke and smog.Every house was tightly locked, and the windows were covered with withered grass, as if they had been abandoned.

Occasionally, there were two or three young people with weakened stature, their faces covered with white cloth, mechanically pushing the trailer, and there was only despair in their eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

The things on the man's cart were covered by the withered hay. When he walked in, he saw a hand covered with red spots. It turned out to be a man who died of the epidemic!

Like a soulless robot, the young man was not at all surprised by Luo Jiu's group, and walked past them mechanically, mixing with the haystacks and throwing the sick corpse into the burning fire.

In such a city affected by the epidemic, all the remaining living people became like walking dead, numb and cold.

They don't know when the epidemic will end, and they don't know if they have already contracted the disease.In such a lifeless city, they seem to have been abandoned by the world, leaving only a dark night without a ray of sunshine in the future.

Along the way, corpses can be seen everywhere, the only exception is that they are infected.Some are wrapped in white cloth, and some can only be covered with haystacks. Waiting for the remaining young people to transport their bodies to the fire is their final destination.

Everyone who was talking and laughing along the way fell silent when they saw the scene in front of them, as if there was a big stone pressing on their hearts, feeling inexplicably depressed.

The sky is full of sand and soil under the feet, and the flames of war are behind.Human life is really a very fragile thing, and a single epidemic can destroy a city.

Wen Zhaobai poured mana into his pupils, and some things that cannot be seen by human eyes slowly appeared.He followed the trace of devilish energy and got into the alley.

"Strange..." Why is there no more.

The houses deep in the alley are also dilapidated. When the wind blows, the doors can make a bang bang sound, as if they could fall to the ground at any time.

"Oh!"

There was the sound of something falling inside the door.

Everyone looked at each other and hurried up to tell the door to open.

A little boy covered in black fell to the ground, his brows were clenched, and his legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

Luo Jiu hurried up to help her up, when a voice came from behind.

"Junior Sister Luo Jiu, he is infected with the disease."

Luo Jiu paused, and looked at the little boy's exposed hand, it was indeed covered with red spots.

She pondered for a moment, took out a pill from the bag, swallowed it, and then helped the little boy up.

As soon as Luo Jiu touched his body, her hands trembled from the scalding heat.

"He has a fever."

The little boy's supposedly soft and fair face was already blushing abnormally, and he was still talking about his mother.

A group of people rushed to take care of the sick little boy, for fear that he would not wake up if he was not careful.

The fever caused by the epidemic became more capricious. After taking a lot of tonics from Luo Jiu, the little boy finally woke up.

"who are you?"

The boy looked at the mean-looking Luo Jiu in front of him, pulled his cuffs to cover his spots, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

A pair of deer-like eyes protruded slightly from the arms and shoulders, curiously looking at the group of people who suddenly appeared.

"Don't be afraid."

Luo Jiu smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, trying to comfort the sensitive little boy, but was interrupted by a sentence.

"Do not touch me!"

The boy screamed suddenly, and when he saw Luo Jiu retracting his hand, he explained in a low voice.

"I'm sick."

So don't touch me, you'll get it.

"Don't be afraid."

Luo Jiu pointed to the veil on her face and comforted her:

"We are healers who come here to roam, can you tell me what happened here?"

"Plague. There's a plague here, and they're all dead, all dead..."

The boy's black eyes were filled with tears, and he murmured these two or three sentences.

"them?"

While Luo Jiu was comforting the little boy, Wen Zhaobai began to look at the dilapidated room.

This is an abandoned hospital.On the door plaque hung the words "Hanging Pot to Help the World", but there were a few cracks in the middle, as if it had been beaten viciously by someone.

The counter was already empty and covered with dust.The few seats available were all overturned to the ground.The entire medical center seemed to have been invaded by robbers for no apparent reason and was looted.

Why did a medical clinic that has always been respected by others be disrupted in such a special period? Where did the owner of the medical clinic go...

"Xiao Qi, what is your relationship with the owner of this clinic?"

Wen Zhaobai inspected for a week, and finally cast his doubts to the boy.

"He is my master."

The little boy opened his mouth timidly, followed by an unconcealable gloom.

"Just like you, he is a wandering doctor. He came to Luoxia City a few years ago and rented a front door next door to my house.

He is very skilled in medicine, and often treats poor people like us for free. He is like a living god.The neighbors and folks love him very much.

But since that day, everything has changed. "

The first patient with a high fever was sent to the old miracle doctor. He happened to go up the mountain to collect herbs and left an apprentice in the shop.

The apprentice thought it was just a simple fever, so he prescribed a few medicines and sent him away without paying much attention.

Who knew that the man contracted the disease and died without timely treatment.Clothes were not cleaned, causing many people to be infected again,

As soon as the old genius doctor returned to the shop, the city lord had already sent someone to wait inside, without further ado, tied him up, and smashed the whole shop before leaving.

"They said it was my master who delayed the epidemic, which caused the epidemic to spread rapidly. They didn't listen to any excuses, and tied him to a fire pillar the next day and burned him to ashes."

"I cried and ran out the door, explained to them, kowtowed to them. I asked the neighbors for help, but no one paid attention to me. But they were all treated by my master."

The little boy's voice choked up, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't help but slipped down.

The sound of the boy crying and choking could be heard in the room. He held back for too long, watching his beloved master being wronged to death, but he was powerless. Such crying could never be forgotten by him for the rest of his life.

"This city lord is really not a good person. In order to get rid of his dereliction of duty, he burned a highly respected old doctor to death. He is not afraid of thunder!"

While helping to clean up the clinic, the fellow junior brother couldn't help but cursed fiercely.

"Shh!"

Luo Jiu came out of the room and whispered, "Fell asleep."

Wen Zhaobai pointed out the door, and the group of people looked terrified, and followed slowly.

"The demonic energy has moved and appeared in the City Lord's Mansion."

(End of this chapter)