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Chapter 182 182: Epidemic Outbreak (1)

He took a deep breath first, and then quickly sat on the chair in front of Ye Jin. His tone was a little more urgent and heavy than even he knew.

His eyes were filled with concentration, his brows were furrowed and he spoke, "Brother Ye, just now, I saw a lot of people with fever and illness at the resettlement site. They were still in groups. I suspect that this time... "

Before Mu Xia'an finished speaking, Ye Jin said what he had not yet said, "You want to talk about the plague, right?"

He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and the coldness in his eyes almost made people dare not look at him.

When the shadow guards hiding in the darkness heard their master say those two words in such a cold tone, their whole bodies trembled as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Their brains shut down for a moment, stunned by the news.

The shadow guards looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes.

The plague...is actually a plague?

How could it be a plague? !

How could it be such a fatal thing? ! ! !

Mu Xia'an couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing those two words from Brother Ye.

He slumped in the chair, looking a little decadent.

"Although I had such an idea before coming here, when it actually happened, I felt it was ridiculous..."

In records of floods, several epidemics occurred after the flood.

But in the subsequent floods, after using the experience summarized by our predecessors, the number of epidemics was much less than usual.

He was brought here by Brother Ye just to prevent this from happening, but why would it still happen if he was obviously actively saving people and preventing and controlling diseases after the flood?

What makes Mu Xia'an feel absurd is that all this seems to be destined by God and cannot be stopped by manpower.

Ye Jin looked at the map still spread on the table with a heavy gaze, and a deep thought flashed through his eyes——

He tapped his knee with the hand hanging on his left side, but what came to his mind were meetings with Gui Shang again and again.

The last scene was fixed in the conversation between her and him in the mansion.

Since then, he always felt as if a part of his memory was missing, and it was a very important part.

But no matter how he recalled it later, he couldn't recall it. Even if he recalled a little bit, his head would hurt terribly, and then he would forget that little bit of memory.

How should I put it? It was like he wrote some words on the paper when he was reminiscing, but when he wanted to continue writing, he was stopped by some kind of existence, or even picked up the invisible eraser and forcibly erased the words. The words he wrote on the paper were erased one by one.

At that time, everyone around him was talking about the memory that he would lose only after he fell ill and fainted, but only he knew that what they said was wrong.

He didn't lose his memory due to illness, but someone forcibly erased that memory.

——But who would believe this?

——Does such a “person” really exist?

Ye Jin closed her eyes and put aside these unclear thoughts in her mind, and stopped thinking about them.

He sighed softly and relaxed the hand that tapped his knee.

He soon spoke and gave instructions on the follow-up matters.

——When Ye Jin opened his eyes again, there was only clarity in his eyes.

*

Around afternoon, the wind blew gently, making the already dilapidated and chaotic ground scene even more depressing.

Mu Xia'an hurried to one of the refugee settlements with a medicine box he carried with him and a homemade "protective face mask" on his face. His eyes were sharp. He had just heard that someone had collapsed without warning. It was said that he was one of the people who had a fever before.

But when Mu Xia'an hurriedly and slowly arrived, there were bursts of mournful cries from the resettlement point over there.

Mu Xia'an felt nervous and quickened his pace.

His heart beat uneasily, one at a time, as if telling him that something was really going on, and he couldn't stop it.

After Mu Xia'an opened the curtain and walked in, he took a deep breath and kept relying on his breathing to calm his racing heart.

——He swore that this was the first time in his life that he ran so fast.

He never knew that a doctor like him could run so fast.

He has always been elegant, and even when treating people, he will more or less retain that calmness.

——But now he is in chaos. He no longer has the calmness of the past, only endless panic remains.

Maybe it was because he had seen too many deaths recently, or maybe it was because when these people had encountered so much suffering and still made difficult choices to survive, he didn't want to see their despair and sadness appear in their eyes again.

He no longer wanted to see those empty eyes without any emotion of hope, no longer wanted to hear the helpless compassion of young children, and no longer wanted to see the helplessness and sorrow of the elderly because of the loss of their loved ones.

——However, contrary to expectations, he came late after all.

Even though he had shortened his travel time as much as possible and rushed here, he still didn't make it in time.

What came into view was the appearance of the man before his death, as well as the faces around him that were grieving because of the death of their loved ones.

Absolute negativity spread among everyone, and there was no sound except the sound of crying.

It was as if something was grabbing their throats, and their eyes were numb.

Mu Xia'an was stunned, and the fingertips on his side trembled uneasily. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

He held his breath and began to back away step by step.

Until he retreated from the tent in the settlement site, Mu Xia'an seemed to have lost his soul and didn't know where he was. He lost his strength and collapsed on the ground.

As a result, the medicine box he was carrying fell to the ground, and the medicines and other things prepared inside rolled out and scattered all over the floor, leaving an obvious mess all over the floor.

But Mu Xia'an was not in the mood to look. Instead, he sat down directly on the spot and buried his head in his knees helplessly.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

He was feeling suppressed and uncomfortable, and the scenes in front of him seemed to be happening over and over again before his eyes.

He kept recalling the eyes of these people, almost masochistically, those desperate, lifeless, almost numb eyes.

Mu Xia'an curled up into a ball, his head buried in his knees, unable to breathe, his mind was in chaos, as if he was about to die.

When Ying San hurried over and finally found the miracle doctor Gu Shao Guzhu, what he saw was Mu Xia'an lying on the ground.

Ying San's breath was stagnant, his heart was beating uneasily, and he picked him up from the ground.

(End of this chapter)