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Chapter 633: You Are My Life 1

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: You Are My Life 1

Xia Weibao had already observed his symptoms before she spoke.

"I am a doctor."

The man was stunned, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes, but it quickly turned to despondency.

"You aren’t someone sent from above, are you?"

Those people sent from above were all afraid of death, armored head to toe.

But this person in front of him was only wearing an ordinary White outfit and likely wasn’t one of them.

"No, I am here to treat illnesses. Can you let me take your pulse?"

The man looked at her suspiciously.

Clearly distrusting, but considering that he had been infected for almost a day, death wasn’t far away.

What did it matter anymore?

So he nodded.

Xia Weibao didn’t dare to enter his house, as he was infected, and it was surely teeming with germs.

The two walked to the stone table by the door, and Xia Weibao spread out a piece of isolation paper on the stone chair before sitting down.

Although she had taken medicine before coming, caution was still paramount.

If she failed to save the patient and instead got herself infected, it would be a loss indeed.

"Place your hand on the stone table."

As Xia Weibao spoke, she took a gold thread out of her small backpack.

"Wrap the gold thread around your wrist, and then lay it flat."

The sick from a few neighboring houses, seeing a stranger come and seemingly treating illnesses, all came out despite their suffering.

Gathering around to watch.

Xia Weibao ignored them and focused on taking the pulse.

Her brow furrowed tightly, this pulse was far too chaotic.

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

"I got infected last night."

"Around what time?"

"I felt very itchy by six in the evening, then I started to develop pustules, and bloodstreaks began to appear on my feet."

Xia Weibao looked towards the other few people, all were patients.

She also glanced at a corpse not far away, its entire body covered in bloodstreaks and the pustules on its face had burst, looking quite disgusting.

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

"About twenty-eight hours."

Xia Weibao nodded, then pointed to one of the sick who didn’t seem to be as seriously ill, "When did you start to feel infected?"

"It began to itch around noon, twelve o’clock."

"Pull up your trouser leg for me to see."

The man was perplexed, but did so nonetheless.

Now, Xia Weibao was the only person who had entered the village, and she was a doctor.

Though hope was slim, it was their only hope.

Xia Weibao looked over, and after seeing a few others, she roughly understood.

The infection in these people started from the feet, then slowly spread upwards, and when the red bloodstreaks reached the brain, death ensued.

Although she hadn’t found a solution yet, prevention should be possible.

"Where is your village chief? I need to arrange some things now and require your cooperation."

The others all looked at her numbly.

Those who were infected were like they had been marked by the reaper, devoid of any Vitality.

Such gazes made Xia Weibao’s heart ache.

In the face of life, everyone is equal; they shouldn’t be robbed of the right to survive.

Taking a deep breath, "Rest assured, I will try my best to find a solution."

In a short while, the villagers attempting to rush out of the village entrance were all called back.

The armed police were somewhat puzzled by this sight.

They had just been ready to fight with hoes, so why had they suddenly all run off?

Could it be the woman who had just gone in?