After lunch, Ye Zi’an imdiately had Ye Yi look for patients, and Mu Shaoling felt that these patients really resembled the living dead, just like desiccated corpses, so he nad the disease the "Desiccated Corpse Disease."
Ye Yi and the others moved quickly, and within half an hour, everyone in the town afflicted with the Desiccated Corpse Disease arrived.
Mu Shaoling looked at the long line of desiccated corpse-like people and felt darkness creeping in front of his eyes.
"Are you out of your mind?" he asked. "I told you to find a few patients at different stages of the disease, not to drag this many people here. How long am I supposed to look at patients?"
Ye Yi hesitated. He hadn’t thought that much about it. Besides, don’t you look at all the patients, not miss one here and there?
"Oh, I asked you to see a doctor, and there you go, making such a fuss. If we can’t finish today, we’ll continue tomorrow," Ye Zi’an said.
Mu Shaoling was exasperated. He was still in the stage of grappling with the disease, not yet able to cure the patients completely. Why would he need to see all of them?
Seeing the master and servant duo staring at him with piercing eyes, Mu Shaoling didn’t want to say anything else and simply asked the first person to co over.
But with so many people crowding around the inn, the innkeeper wasn’t happy about it.
"Can’t you go sowhere else to see patients? How am I supposed to do business with my tavern and inn circled like this?" The innkeeper really hadn’t expected Mu Shaoling to be a doctor, but even so, you can’t conduct diagnoses in soone else’s inn!
So many living dead, just the sight of them would scare people to death, and those with faint hearts dared not enter the inn to eat. Especially the ones with the severe cases, even he was terrified looking at them.
"Shut up!" Mu Shaoling roared at the innkeeper upon hearing this. "Say one more word, and I’ll flatten your inn!"
When Mu Shaoling got angry, his aura was fierce, and it choked the innkeeper’s words in his throat.
Upstairs, Yangyang hid in the corridor, covering his eyes with his hands, but peeking through a small gap, muttering to himself, "Oh my, so scary."
Yang Chuxia felt helpless, scared to that extent and still sneaking peeks, truly foolish.
Downstairs, Mu Shaoling examined the first person, then the second one.
His eyebrows furrowed, he eventually picked a few people out of the long line, including two with bulging blue veins on their faces.
"What’s your na?"
Mu Shaoling asked one of them.
But the person seed as if he hadn’t heard the question.
"What’s your na?" Mu Shaoling asked again.
Yet the other person still didn’t respond. Mu Shaoling gave up and asked another person, but the situation was the sa. Thinking it over, Mu Shaoling pinched him a bit, only to find that the person still had no reaction.
Ye Zi’an was watching and also sensed that sothing was wrong. These people were essentially unconscious and insensible.
"Ye Yi, go get so porridge!"
After Ye Yi brought two bowls of porridge from the kitchen, Ye Zi’an handed the porridge to those two people, who stared blankly ahead, unmoving.
Just then, an old lady burst out, crying as she said, "You need to feed them, they don’t know how to eat."
The old lady took the porridge, spoonfed one of the n, and cried, "Son, eat a little, co on, eat."
When the porridge reached his mouth, Mu Shaoling noticed he barely moved his lips, spilling most of the porridge with only a few drops of broth ingested.
If he wasn’t mistaken, this man wouldn’t live more than three days.
"Doctor, please, please save my son," the old lady begged.
"Auntie, please sit down and co talk to about your son’s condition, when he started becoming like this," Mu Shaoling said.
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