The Space’s Twelve Zodiac Comes to Farm!

"In front is the Heshuo Medical Center. It was opened by the county magistrate's house. I used to be an apprentice there for a few years!"

Master Wen pointed to the hospital in front and scratched his head embarrassedly.

The Heshuo Medical Center is a small two-story building. From time to time, an official walks into it with a person who looks terminally ill.

"Is there not enough space in this hospital?" Bai Lian asked.

The plague has caused many people to get sick, and a medical hall is probably not enough.

"Only the elderly who are terminally ill and have no one to take care of are only accepted here, and those patients with family members can only be taken care of by their family members." Master Wen's eyes were a little dazed.

When he was an apprentice here, people came and went here. Although there were many people who came to see a doctor, they all praised Dr. Mo for his skillful rejuvenation.

Today, it is actually a corpse shelter.

Even if the terminally ill, lonely and widowed old people are carried into the hospital, it only delays their death.

"You put on your mask and go in with us." After looking at the dazed Master Wen, he lifted his feet and walked into the medical hall.

Luo Gonghua grabbed Bai Lian's hand subconsciously and tugged it into his arms.

The tip of Bai Lian's nose touched Luo Gonghua's hard chest, and the faint smell of ambergris penetrated into her nostrils through the mask.

"Let's go!"

Bai Lian patted Luo Gonghua's shoulder lightly, and bent her eyes slightly at Luo Gonghua, took the initiative to take Luo Gonghua's hand, and slowly walked towards the medical hall.

The plague this time is likely to be a man-made disaster. As long as it is a man-made disaster, there will definitely be a solution.

Luo Gonghua took a deep look at Bai Lian's weak and boneless jade hand, her fingers tightened slightly, and she followed Bai Lian's footsteps.

Master Wen put the mask on his face expressionlessly.

Look, he said he was the chosen one.

In addition to opposing him, God also deliberately let him, a bachelor for more than 30 years, be so abused.

Master Wen walked calmly behind the two of them, his face expressionless.

It doesn't matter, he's used to being hit.

What is it if you can't get a wife!

Woohoo, he's used to it!

The three entered the medical hall, and the lobby of the medical hall was full of people. These people were dressed in rags and had gray hair. They are all elderly people who are unable to take care of themselves and have no family.

A gray-haired old man coughed while delivering brewed herbs to those lying on the ground.

"Master Mo, these two are doctors from the capital."

Master Wen trotted to the old man and whispered in the old man's ear.

"Bunny, don't call me master, I don't have a stupid apprentice like you!"

Doctor Mo glared at Master Wen fiercely, then staggered two steps towards Bai Lian and Luo Gonghua, tears welling up in his eyes, and he couldn't say anything.

Master Wen smiled awkwardly. He was a teacher for one day and a father for life.

I can't deny him this stupid apprentice just because I smashed the signboard of the Heshuo Medical Center!

"Can I take a step to talk?" Bai Lian glanced at the patient on the ground and asked Doctor Mo softly.

"Okay, okay!" Doctor Mo's cloudy eyes flashed a ray of light, and he staggered out of the hospital.

"Cough, cough, I'm so sorry, there's really no place to go in there!"

Doctor Mo covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently, then strode out.

Several people came to the outside of the medical hall again. The outside of the medical hall was extremely deserted. At a glance, the whole street was deserted and there was no one.

Except for the occasional cries of those who lost their families on the street.

"You, are you really doctors?" Doctor Mo looked at Bai Lian and Luo Gonghua with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

These two are too young.

Another is a cute girl.

Doctor Mo's cloudy eyes stared at Bai Lian and Luo Gonghua tightly, as if to grab the last straw.

If these two are not doctors, will there still be doctors in the capital?

If not, what will happen to this county.

According to his inference, according to the development of this situation, maybe there will be a plague in the capital in ten days and a half.

By that time, no matter what, I won't be able to wait for the doctor in the capital.

The two people in front of them are very young. If it was in the past, Doctor Mo despised these young people the most. How advanced medical skills can they have at such a young age?

However, this is the last straw. If you don't believe them, what should everyone do?

"We were sent by the Holy Master to treat you." Bai Lian said with a gentle face and a very firm tone.

She saw despair on Doctor Mo's face. No one could keep their senses in such a situation.

"Really? This, this is too good! The saint still remembers us!"

Doctor Mo stretched out his fingers trembling to wipe the cloudy tears, his shoulders shaking violently.

He has practiced medicine for many years, and he thinks that he is used to seeing life and death, but he is still frightened by the pile of corpses.

Those who are carried to the hospital are those who are terminally ill, and many people die every day...

"Can you tell me about the situation inside, and let me give you a pulse by the way?"

Bai Lian looked at the gray-haired Doctor Mo, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

She didn't know when it started, but she also became sentimental after killing people without blinking an eye.

"It's much better to die. They are all weak and sick. My old man has been soaked in a medicine jar since childhood. Even if he is sick, he can survive. The people inside..."

Doctor Mo stretched out his hand while chattering to Bai Lian about the condition of the people inside.

Roughly as the county magistrate said, the young and strong will get sick, but few die.

Most of the dead were the sickly elderly and children.

The symptoms of those people are different, some are like typhoid fever, some are like tuberculosis, some are headache...

"The only thing that is the same is that before getting sick, they will twitch from time to time. Sometimes I may not notice it. It's very slight, but the strange thing is that some people don't get sick even if they twitch." Dr. Mo added.

Bai Lian retracted her fingers and nodded slightly, "Old man, you are stagnant in your heart, which is why your physical condition has not improved. With your physical condition, you can get better."

"Alas!" Doctor Mo waved his hand and said nothing.

As a doctor, he naturally knew how sick he was.

It's just that so many people die every day, so how can he not be depressed?

Bai Lian comforted Doctor Mo with a few words, and then went into the hospital to check the pulse of the person lying on the ground.

A masked woman in a pink dress squatted on the ground tirelessly, taking the pulse of the elderly lying on the ground one by one.

Luo Gonghua quietly followed Bai Lian's side and did not speak. He just squatted beside Bai Lian and helped Bai Lian hold the patient's hand, so that he could concentrate on the pulse.

The patients also knew that they might not be able to carry it any longer, and they didn't dislike Bailian, a yellow-haired girl, to see a doctor for them.

To die, who doesn't want a little more hope?

One by one, from upstairs to downstairs, hundreds of terminally ill patients passed Bai Lian's hands.

From noon, to the rising of the stars outside, Bai Lian finally gave everyone a pulse.

These people are terminally ill, that is, they are the most seriously ill, and should have the most viruses or toxins in their bodies.

Outside the Heshuo Medical Center——

"How?" Doctor Mo looked at Bai Lian with a look of hope.

"I don't know if Doctor Mo has heard of the pink butterfly flower?" Bai Lian's face was heavy.

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