Obviously, Ye Qiu’s treatnt is very effective, yet Luo Wenfeng is deliberately causing trouble. Director Wei doesn’t know what he’s thinking.
After all, the situation is so serious now, as long as the patients can be cured, who cares about what dical skills are being used?
"Do you want treatnt or not? If not, I won’t bother with it!"
To Ye Qiu, these people are rely ants. Life and death have nothing to do with him, and he is too lazy to consu his Spiritual Energy.
Inside the tent, there are eight dical staff, including three attending doctors and five female nurses. If these eight people do not want to receive treatnt, then in a couple of days when they transition from the incubation period to the onset period, it might be too late for Ye Qiu to treat them as the situation would worsen.
"I’ll treat, I’ll treat."
Though these doctors and nurses are braver than ordinary people, they all have families and do not want to suffer from illness.
When all these dical staff requested treatnt from Ye Qiu, he looked at Luo Wenfeng, who appeared pale and unwell, and asked, "Do you have any objections?"
Luo Wenfeng remained silent.
After the nurses brought the herbal soup for the eight to drink, within about half an hour, under the effect of the herbal soup, they quickly fell into a deep sleep.
By the ti Ye Qiu ca out of the tent, another half hour had passed.
Seeing Ye Qiu erge, Director Wei asked, "Dr. Ye, how are the patients?"
"These eight people can recover fully by tonight at the earliest, or by tomorrow at the latest. However, my True Qi is limited, and I cannot save too many people at once. Let’s see how effective it is on these eight people first."
Noticing that Ye Qiu’s expression was indeed different from just now, Director Wei hurriedly said, "Dr. Ye, please go and rest quickly."
"No need."
Ye Qiu found the sll of Western dicine here truly unpleasant, and he wanted to leave first.
When Ye Qiu and Zhou Wenting were leaving, Ye Qiu took off his white coat directly, feeling uncomfortable wearing it.
"Ye Qiu, where are you going?"
"Of course, to breathe so fresh air. We’ve been slling that awful dicinal scent here."
"Aren’t we here to save lives?" Zhou Wenting asked.
"The treatnt has just finished. I’m a bit tired, and further treatnt can wait until tomorrow."
Zhou Wenting couldn’t understand, even after knowing Ye Qiu for so long, from when he treated her father’s late-stage lung cancer until now, she still couldn’t fathom Ye Qiu’s mysterious dical skills.
When Zhou Wenting could only follow Ye Qiu outside, they found soldiers watching in the distance as they left the quarantine area.
However, these soldiers were only there to prevent outsiders from entering and to stop dical staff and those in the village from leaving.
The villagers who survived already felt imnse fear towards the disease and naturally hoped to escape.
But the governnt feared these people leaving would infect others, causing greater panic and possibly spreading the disease further, so the villagers had to remain.
However, most were quarantined, with so still symptom-free remaining at ho.
So, occasionally Ye Qiu saw smoke rising from old houses, indicating so villagers were residing there.
"Let’s go check on those villagers," Ye Qiu said.
Following Ye Qiu, Zhou Wenting arrived at a ho resembling a Miao village house built entirely of stone and wood, indicating the family might be Miao people.
The two Miao people who left the deepest impression on Ye Qiu in Jinling were that elderly man and middle-aged man; however, after Ye Qiu released cancer cells in their bodies, he hadn’t encountered them again, and presud they had long died given their condition.
Now arriving at this Miao family’s ho, Ye Qiu knocked on the door, and soon a dark-skinned middle-aged woman answered.
Upon seeing Zhou Wenting in a white coat, the woman thought she was there to take her temperature.
"Didn’t you just take our temperatures?" The woman spoke in a dialect hard for Ye Qiu to understand but it was roughly that.
Zhou Wenting didn’t understand.
At this mont, Ye Qiu saw a little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, co out, appearing like a primary school student.
"My mom said you just took our temperatures," the girl said.
"We’re not here to take temperatures," Zhou Wenting replied.
Inside, they noticed the two of them, and clearly, others were either outside or had died.
"Hello, we are the doctors who just arrived," Zhou Wenting said.
The middle-aged woman’s expression eased a bit, but her face showed signs of deep sorrow, suggesting the family had faced great misfortune.
"Little sister, where are your other family mbers?" Ye Qiu asked.
The girl shook her head and said, "All dead. My dad, my elder brother, my younger brother, all dead, their bodies are over there."
The girl pointed to a quarantined area in the distance, where her family mbers’ bodies were kept.
According to local customs, the deceased should be buried, but this was impossible now, as burial might still spread the infection to others.
Zhou Wenting was shocked to hear this, though she was sowhat ntally prepared.
As Zhou Wenting held the hands of the girl and the middle-aged woman to comfort them, she suddenly felt the girl’s hand was warm. Normally, females have a lower body temperature than males, and even among females, temperatures can vary.
Holding the little girl’s hand, Zhou Wenting felt her temperature was higher and quickly used a thermoter she carried to check it.
Ye Qiu then said directly, "Wenting, no need to check her temperature. I can tell she’s in the incubation period already. Clearly, she was infected days ago."
"What about her?"
Ye Qiu wondered how the dical staff missed the girl’s condition during temperature checks. Her family died from the infectious disease, indicating her situation was severe and needed isolation and constant monitoring.
"Why aren’t they in the isolation zone?"
"We don’t want to go," the little girl said.
"Miss, your daughter has contracted the disease and is now in the incubation period. Once she reaches the onset period, she’ll end up like your other family mbers."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman almost fainted, unable to stand. Zhou Wenting quickly supported her.
Helping her sit down, Zhou Wenting pleaded, "Please, save my daughter, she’s so young."
The woman spoke in a dialect that Zhou Wenting and Ye Qiu barely understood, but they could tell from her tone and expression that she was worried about the little girl’s condition.
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