Chapter 603 You Are My Life 1

Xia Weibao had finished observing his symptoms before he spoke.

"I am a doctor, that is, a doctor."

The man was startled, and there seemed to be light in his eyes, but soon became depressed again.

"Aren't you someone sent from above?"

Those people sent from above are all greedy for life and afraid of death, and they are well armed.

And the one in front of him is just wearing ordinary white trigrams, so he shouldn't belong to the same group.

"No, I'm here to see a doctor, can you let me feel the pulse?"

The man gave her a suspicious look.

Obviously a little distrustful, but thinking that I have been infected for almost a day, I am not far from death.

What's the point?

So nodded.

Xia Weibao didn't dare to enter his room. After all, he was infected, and there must be many germs in it.

The two walked to the stone table in front of the door. Xia Weibao spread a piece of isolation paper on the stone chair before sitting down.

Although she had taken medicine before coming here, she still had to be careful.

If you don't save anyone, but put yourself in it, then the loss outweighs the gain.

"Put your hand on the stone table."

Xia Weibao said as he took out a gold thread from his small backpack.

"You wrap the gold thread around your wrist and lay it flat."

The patients from several nearby families saw a stranger coming outside, and they seemed to be seeing a doctor, so they all came out in pain.

Stand around and watch.

Xia Weibao didn't care, and concentrated on taking his pulse.

His eyebrows were tightly knit, his pulse was too chaotic.

Glancing at the man's neck, she was silent for a while, "How long have you been infected with the plague."

"Infected last night."

"About what time."

"At six o'clock in the evening, I felt very itchy on my body, and then I started to develop abscesses, and bloodshots began to appear on my feet."

Xia Weibao glanced at the few people around him, all of whom were sick.

He also looked at a dead body not far away. His whole body was covered in red blood, and the pustules on his face were all broken. It was very disgusting.

"How long after they got infected did they die?"

"About twenty-eight hours."

Xia Weibao nodded, then pointed to a patient beside him who didn't look that serious, "When did you get infected?"

"It started to itch around twelve o'clock at noon."

"Pull up your pant legs and take a look."

The man didn't know why, but he pulled up anyway.

Now Xia Weibao was the only one who entered the village, and he was also a doctor.

Although hope is very slim, it is their only hope.

Xia Weibao looked at it, then at the others, and probably understood something.

The infection of these people starts from the feet, and then slowly spreads upwards. When the red blood threads spread to the brain, they will die.

While no fix has been found yet, prevention should do.

"Where is your village chief? I'm arranging some things now, and I need your cooperation."

Everyone else looked at her numbly.

People who have been infected are like being targeted by the god of death, and there is no life left.

Xia Weibao felt very uncomfortable seeing this look in his eyes.

In front of life, everyone is equal, and they should not be deprived of the right to live.

Taking a deep breath, "Don't worry, I will try my best to find a way."

After a while, all the villagers who wanted to rush out at the entrance of the village were called back.

The armed police were a little puzzled when they saw this situation.

Just now they were desperately holding a hoe, why did they all run away all of a sudden?

Could it be the woman who just entered?