Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 499 The Heart Disease Needs Heart Medicine

After listening to the explanation of the two, Feng Qian probably understood the truth: "That's how it is."

On the bed, Lao Dao began to mutter to himself again: "I got the plague, I really got the plague! Why don't you believe it? The brothers in the same tent as me are all dead, all of them are dead..."

Wang Chao and Ma Lu glanced at him, frowning.

"Chef Feng Ling, what should we do now? He's not sick at all, it's just a mental illness."

"It's better to take him directly to the arena to deal with errands, anyway, he's not sick!"

Feng Qian shook her head: "I heard that the exam questions were determined by Queen Yunshu. Since she made a question, there must be her reason. If we do business casually, we will definitely lose!"

"so what should I do now?"

Feng Qian looked at the old knife on the bed, thought for a moment and said, "Both of you carry him up and follow me to a place!"

The two were surprised.

"Where to go?"

Feng Qian squinted her eyes, and said mysteriously: "When we arrive, you will naturally know!"

Outside Linglong City, less than ten miles away, there are undulating mountains, among which there is a mountain peak, shaped like a bull's head, towering toweringly.

The three of Feng Qian came to the foot of the mountain with their old knives.

"Chef Feng Ling, Niutou Mountain is ahead!" Wang Chao said, pointing to the mountain peak ahead.

Malu: "Niutoushan has been sealed off by the imperial court and has become an epidemic area. Do we really have to move forward?"

Feng Qian nodded resolutely: "Heart disease needs heart medicine! If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's cub?"

Wang Chao worried: "But it's too dangerous, what if we are also infected?"

Feng Qian thought for a while, and said, "Give him to me, and I will take him alone!"

Wang Chao was surprised: "Chef Fengling, aren't you afraid of being infected?"

Feng Qian smiled miserably: "Anyway, I only have one day to live..."

The two looked at each other, wondering what she meant.

Feng Qian had already taken the man from them, carried him on his back, and continued walking towards the mountain.

Watching her back, Wang Chao and Ma Lu struggled in their hearts.

"Chef Fengling, is she really dying?"

"Is it really okay to let her go alone?"

But in the end, they still didn't dare to follow.

Feng Qian carried the unconscious old knife all the way up the mountain with difficulty. He was afraid that the old knife would resist and struggle, so he knocked him unconscious, but halfway through, he woke up and found that he was taken to Niutoushan, which he was familiar with. In a place that was no longer familiar, the fear and shadow in his heart surged up again, and he shouted nervously: "What are you bringing me here for? Let me go!"

Feng Qian ignored his resistance and said coldly: "Aren't you looking for death? I'll help you!"

Lao Dao struggled desperately: "Don't take me up the mountain, I don't want to go there! Let me go back! Let me go back!"

Xu Shi's movement was so loud that they disturbed the soldiers guarding the mountain, and soon someone rushed out and surrounded them.

"Stop! This is an epidemic area, no one is allowed to enter!"

Feng Qian stopped and said to the soldiers: "He said he had the plague, and I sent him to quarantine!"

The soldier looked at Lao Dao and recognized him: "Isn't this Lao Dao? The doctor said that he is not infected, so he doesn't need to be quarantined!"

Feng Qian smiled coldly: "The body is not infected, but the heart is infected, and there is no cure!"

The soldiers looked at each other and shook their heads resolutely.

"No, you can't go in! You will be infected if you go in!"

Feng Qian ignored them and forced her way over: "Get out of the way!"

The soldiers stopped her again.

"Girl, we stopped you for your own good, why don't you know what's good and what's wrong?"

"That's right, I haven't seen anyone who rushed to die in such a hurry!"

Feng Qian's attitude is also resolute: "I am responsible for my life and death! But I have to enter this epidemic village today, and none of you can try to stop me!"

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay. They had seen those who were sent to die, but they had never seen such a rush to die.

"This is how to do?"

"It's none of our business that she wants to die herself!"

Seeing Feng Qian's stubborn figure, the soldiers no longer stopped, but looked at her with regret and shook their heads and sighed.

Along the way, Lao Dao was still struggling desperately: "You crazy woman, what are you going to do? Let me go!"

Feng Qian ignored him. When she raised her head, there were tents in front of her. They seemed to be in order, but they were full of decay.

As she continued to go deeper, soldiers infected by the plague came out of the camp one by one. Their faces were haggard, and their eyes lost vitality. Seeing their appearance, they stood there one by one, watching with expressionless faces. Like a group of lonely ghosts waiting to die.

Looking at them, Feng Qian felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in her heart. These living lives did not know whether they would die in the next moment.

And I am not like them, I don't know if I will die in the next moment!
"Isn't this Lao Dao? How did he come back?" Someone in the crowd suddenly said.

"I'm going to report to the general!" Someone got into the tent.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a handsome figure and a haggard appearance came out of the tent, looked sharply at Feng Qian back and forth, and quickly jumped on Lao Dao, wrinkled his thick eyebrows, and said in a rough voice : "Old Dao? Didn't you go out already? What are you doing back?"

Lao Dao looked at the middle-aged man with complicated emotions, and shouted tremblingly: "General!"

Feng Qian untied the rope on Lao Dao's body, and said, "He was sent out, but his heart is already dead. He always felt that he was infected with the plague, so he bought himself a coffin and lay in the coffin all day long." Waiting to die! I thought, since he himself has given up on himself, why not send him here and let him die with his comrades in arms!"

The general frowned even deeper: "Old Dao, is this true?"

Lao Dao slowly squatted down, holding his head in pain: "General, my brothers are all dead, they are all dead..."

"Bastard!" the general snapped, "do you know how we people live every day?"

The general pointed to the soldiers present and said excitedly: "Look at them, and then look at them again! They don't know when they will get sick, let alone when they will die! The brothers who were still in front of you just now, may die the next moment." He fell down and was sent to a mass grave!"

"Old knife, you are the only one among thousands of us who has not been infected by the plague. We pin all our hopes on you and hope that you can continue to hold up the banner of our Flying Tiger Army and let the world know this There used to be a Flying Tiger Army in this world! But what about you, you are so self-defeating, are you worthy of the brothers who have died in your camp, and the brothers who are still struggling on the verge of life and death?"

The more the general spoke, the more excited he was, he suddenly drew the sword from his waist: "I really want to kill you with one sword!"

(End of this chapter)