Today in Qingqi County, there are not many pharmacists who dare to open their doors to admit patients even though they know that the plague is contagious.

So as soon as Jiuying opened the door and put up the sign, many patients immediately came over.

At this moment, a man with blood on his chest was quickly carried in.

The man was breathing rapidly, his face was pale, and strangely, his ears were unusually red.

Along with the man, there were two children, a sister who looked six or seven years old, and a boy who was only three or four years old.

The two of them held hands and stood aside, looking anxiously at the man being sent in.

My elder sister is very sensible. She strokes her younger brother's hair from time to time and comforts him not to cry. Daddy will be out soon.

"Sect Master, Master Jiu will let you in for a moment." A Wanqing Sect disciple came out and whispered to Wei He.

"Yeah." Wei He nodded, turned around and entered the yard.

Go into the back room.

The room was filled with the strong smell of medicinal soup.

Jiuying was using a thin red glass tube to take a sample of the saliva from the man's mouth.

The man was breathing rapidly, his face was getting paler, and his nostrils began to bleed.

"Pharmacist...am I incurable?" He asked with difficulty.

"..." Jiuying wanted to say a few words to comfort him. But the man in front of him had almost all his internal organs burned out, and his whole body was like a boiled-dry kettle, with no trace of yin at all.

It's a miracle that it lasts until now.

Even the blood he shed was as thick as syrup.

"But I don't want to die..." the man struggled. "Help me, pharmacist! Please... help me...!"

His voice was choked with sobs.

"I really don't want to die... What will they do if I die? They are only seven years old, so big. If someone bullies them in the future, they will have no food or clothing... I don't want to.

.I don’t want to die...woo...".

Suddenly there was a pop, and a large mouthful of blood gushes out of the man's mouth.

Thick blood blocked his throat. He struggled to say something, but it was too late.

Blood and water kept pouring out of his mouth and nose, and he struggled like a fish on the beach, with tears and snot dripping down his face.

After struggling for a while, he finally stopped moving.

The pupils of his eyes slowly blurred.

There is no breath anymore.

Jiuying sighed and waved his hand, indicating that the body should be carried out.

In just half a day of diagnosis and treatment, more than six patients died in front of him. Others died on the way to the hospital.

"Let's take the side door." A Wanqing sect disciple on the side couldn't help but said.

"He also has two children outside."

Jiuying paused.

"Where are the rest of his family?"

"This man is a widower. He and his two children are the only ones at home."
Chapter completed!