Traitor

Chapter 108 The Suspicious Wang Weiyong
Because of a broken arm, for a child, the pain is unbearable.Rao Wen Gu's medical skills are superb, but he can't make people feel no pain at all.The severe pain made the little girl struggle continuously.

Blood oozes from the severed arm.

Wen Guzheng was pressing her tightly, "Don't move, you must hold back, if the wound ruptures and causes heavy bleeding, you will die! Girl, if you want to live, listen to your uncle and don't move!"

Standing there, Zhao Wuyou watched helplessly as blood overflowed from the cut, gradually staining the mattress.Taking a deep breath, she seemed to have made the decision in her heart, and walked towards the bed.

Pushing Wen Gu away, hugging the little girl tightly, Zhao Wuyou firmly held her struggling body because of the pain, and said to Wen Gu with a cold face, "Why don't you hurry up and stop the bleeding?"

Wen Gu was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't expect that Zhao Wuyou would... After being dazed, he quickly took out the needle bag, "Fortunately, when I came out, I brought the needle bag and some golden sore medicine with me, and at this time, I can still get rid of it." Come in handy."

"Big brother—" the little girl burst into tears, "I'm in so much pain, big brother, I don't want to die."

Zhao Wuyou tensed up, and hugged the little girl tightly, "Niuer, listen to me, no one wants to die, and no one deserves to die. So, you have to persevere, and the big brother will take you to Shushu, how about big brother personally teaching you how to write and write?"

"Big brother, tell me a story!" The little girl was dying, perhaps in extreme pain, and her whole body kept shaking.With her other hand, she tightly grabbed Zhao Wuyou's sleeve.

Zhao Wuyou looked down at her, the little girl's face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.

"Don't be afraid, big brother will tell you a story!" Zhao Wuyou took a deep breath, "I'll tell you the story of a legendary boy. A long time ago, there was a boy who was born rich and powerful. Yes. But he has an illness, a terminal illness that can't be cured no matter what. The illness brought from the mother's womb, even the best doctors can't do anything about it."

"A few times, he almost died of illness, but he survived with a breath in his chest. Girl, you have to learn how to survive like this young man. You must live well. Only by living can you change your destiny. .”

The little girl's lips were pale, "Brother, what happened next?"

"Later, in order to prove that he was not a sick child, this boy studied desperately. Others spent an hour practicing calligraphy, but he spent two hours. No matter what he did, he was willing to spend more time than others. When others were sleeping, he was working hard. Studying, and when others are eating and drinking, he never leaves his book. At the age of nine, she has already become famous in the capital, and has become one of the best young talents under the emperor's feet, which makes everyone admire her."

"But girl, no one has seen his hard work, only his talent and fame. But even so, it is enough to prove that the sick man is not useless. Apart from taking medicine, seeing a doctor and resting, he can do a lot of things. Others What he can do, he can do better." Zhao Wuyou hugged the little girl in his arms tightly, "Do you understand what big brother means?"

The little girl nodded, "Big brother, are you talking about yourself?"

Zhao Wuyou let out a long breath, "Yes. So you have to be good, even if you have one arm less than others in the future, you must live bravely. We don't live for others, but for ourselves. No one will lose You are sad, whether it hurts or not, only we know, so we are stronger. Girl, you are still young, and your days are still long."

"You think about people who are sick, they want to live, but they don't have a chance, but you still have a chance. Because you escaped, as long as you get through this, you can live, hear me Are you talking?"

The little girl had already closed her eyes, and it seemed that she was only angry.

"Wen Gu, hurry up!" Zhao Wuyou was in a hurry, "What are you waiting for?"

Wen Gu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He was quickly treating the child's wound, reapplying medicine to the wound, and using silver needles to forcefully stop the bleeding. As long as Niu'er was no longer agitated and struggling, the bleeding would be considered to have stopped.

If the child moves again and the wound keeps opening, then this life will be lost.

"Big brother, if I die, will my mother come to pick me up?" The little girl asked with her eyes closed, leaning against Zhao Wuyou's arms.

Zhao Wuyou couldn't hide her excitement. She never thought that one day a child would die in her arms. If it wasn't for saving her, Niuer might not be like this, let alone be on the verge of death.

"Listen, girl, there are no ghosts in this world, and there are no gods and Buddhas in the sky. If there were, they would have come to save you when they saw you in such pain. So you don't have to believe that, you have to believe in yourself, you have to believe Big Brother, did you hear that?" Zhao Wuyou's voice trembled, "Girl, you have to live, and only if you're alive can you read, write, and understand like Big Brother?"

The little girl nodded, "Niuer remembers—Niuer must be like a big brother."

The sound fell, and there was no more sound.

Zhao Wuyou panicked, "Wen Gu! Wen Gu!" She yelled twice, "Look quickly, why isn't she talking?"

Wen Gu hurriedly pinched the little girl's wrist, and then probed the child's breath, "Fortunately, he is still alive, but passed out from the pain." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wen Gu realized that Zhao Wuyou's complexion was pale, and he fainted Girls from the past were not much different.

"Take it easy, put Niuer down slowly, and just lie flat on the bed. It's okay!" Wen Gu lowered his voice deliberately, and gently patted Zhao Wuyou's shoulder, "Don't be nervous, she's fine. Die, just fainted from the pain! You did a good job! Really good!"

Zhao Wuyou looked at him with a pale face, and then regained consciousness a little bit, and very carefully put the child back on the bed to lie flat.Looking at the immature face of the child, she actually forgot one very important thing, that is, Niu'er was infected with the plague.

Thinking about it now, it seems a bit too late.

When Zhao Wuyou got up, he looked nervously at the blood on his body, it was Niu'er's blood.Heart pounding hard, Zhao Wuyou swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "I—I'll leave this to you, I, I'll go first!"

After finishing speaking, she rushed out the door.

Ask A Fang for a set of clean clothes, and then let him fetch a bucket of water, Zhao Wuyou washed his hands in the bucket, and then burned the blood-stained clothes on the spot.

Looking at the flames rising from the clothes, Zhao Wuyou's heart was complicated.

When did she learn to care about other people's life and death?So what if it's a child?In the eyes of outsiders, as a minister of the Ministry of Rites, she has a bright future, so no matter what, her life should be more precious than Niu'er.

A Fang turned his head to look at the silent Zhao Wuyou, feeling a little strange in his heart, "Who are you, I think you know a lot."

Zhao Wuyou said, "It's better to be confused about some things."

"Can you really cure the plague?" A Fang asked.

Zhao Wuyou shook his head, "I can't cure the plague, but I can control it as much as possible. This plague came very strangely, so I have reason to suspect that it is a man-made plague. Just like the weirdo you mentioned, I Let me ask you, where did his injury come from? Let me ask you again, this Yangliu Village is located in a remote place, how did he get here?"

"According to what you said, he was so seriously injured, how could he escape here alone? And the magistrate Wang Weiyong seems to know something. He didn't come to Yangliu Village to save people, but to find people and kill them. Comprehensive rules and regulations , I think the root of this plague should be on Wang Weiyong."

As if remembering something, Zhao Wuyou pursed his lips and stared, "Do you know that Wang Weiyong has any special hobbies?"

"What is a special hobby?" A Fang glanced at Gouzi, the two were born in the countryside, so they really don't know what Zhao Wuyou is talking about.

Zhao Wuyou made an analogy, "For example, abusing others, or Long Yang's addiction, or likes to punish people to death."

"I've never heard of it!" A Fang shook his head.

"Then do you know, before the plague broke out, there were some strange things happened in the nearby villages, or in Pinglin City? For example, the population got lost, or foreigners often passed by here. And so on." Zhao Wu Worry said meaningfully.

Gouzi suddenly said, "In the past few years, people have always been lost in the nearby villages, and then went to the magistrate's yamen, but there was no whereabouts. After a while, they will be found in the mountains or on the ridges of the fields. The appearance of those people's death—"

Speaking of this, A Fang also remembered, "Yes, Gouzi and I went to see them secretly. These people died terribly. The corpses were all incomplete. Either the arms were festered, or the heart, liver, intestines and lungs of the body were broken. The kidneys were lost. Some of them were also eaten by wild dogs and wolves, and in the end the magistrate’s yamen didn’t have any confirmation, so it was nothing.”

"However, the magistrate also did a good thing later, and now I think it is really scary." Gouzi swallowed, and then lowered his voice, "The magistrate issued an order. If such a thing happens again, the deceased Family members can go to the Yamen to receive pensions, which should be used as funeral expenses to comfort the people's grievances."

A Fang nodded again and again, "That's right, that's what was said at the time. Everyone is dead, and we ordinary people can't do anything. If you have money, you can get it. At least you can buy a coffin."

"Where are these dead bodies buried now, do you know?" Zhao Wuyou hurriedly asked.

A Fang was stunned for a moment, "Many of them were buried in the woods to the west. Because they died so badly, the family members were afraid that it would be unlucky, so they were all buried there. Some of them didn't even dare to erect a stele, so they piled one up." Let the little dirtbag be a mark!"

Zhao Wuyou's eyes darkened, "Then, do the people who have been in contact with these people have symptoms of the plague?"

"Not really." Gouzi shook his head, "It used to be normal, but this time the weirdo died, and now there is the plague."

"Master Ruchu, what are you doubting?" A Fang was puzzled.

"I suspect that the person who killed those common people is the same person who killed this strange man." Zhao Wuyou narrowed his dangerous eyes, "Who is so ruthless and keeps killing people in a row? What are you looking for!"

She thought, if these corpses were still there, if the coffins were opened for autopsy—would there be unexpected gains?
(End of this chapter)