famous concubine

Chapter 132 The Strange Cave (1)
At this moment, their minds were filled with the news that there were still living people in this dead village, and their moods were tense with unease, and unease with faint joy.

The tiny and extremely painful groans fell in their ears at this moment, which was more exciting than the sounds of the day.

There are voices, at least it can prove that there are still people alive in this deadly village.

At least, they can know from the few living people what happened in this village before their arrival.

Dongfangyu and Commander Yan entered almost side by side, and they entered the hall in two or three steps, just as they were about to step into the east room to find out.

Suddenly, an angry male voice sounded from behind them.

"Who are you? Get out, get out quickly, you are not welcome here!" The male voice was filled with extreme anger, and there was even a bit of madness in the gunpowder-smelling tone.

They all turned around, facing a young man in his late twenties, the medicine bowl in his hand was still steaming.

Commander Yan showed his masculinity for the first time, and with a stride, Xia Xue was dumbfounded, and he was the first to protect Dongfangyu.

"Little brother, please calm down first and listen to us, okay?" Commander Yan's deep voice also contained anger. They finally found a living person, so they turned around easily without even asking. Walk?

how can that be!

"Hmph, what is there to say, you outsiders don't have any good things, go, go! If you don't go, don't blame me for being rude to you." The man's eyes were red, and he was about to burst into flames when he stared at them. It wasn't because he was still holding the decoction in his hand, so he didn't talk to them, and just punched them out with his fists.

Dongfangyu lightly passed Commander Yan, glanced at the medicine in the man's hand, then raised a light smile, and quickly said: "Your family is also infected with the epidemic, right? Don't you want to save her?"

A look of extreme pain flashed through the man's red eyes, but then he revealed a fierce look, gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice, "Hmph, don't worry about it."

Dongfang Yu glanced at the inner room, and quickly said, "I'm a doctor, and I might be able to save her."

"Xiaoyong, let them in." A deep male voice suddenly came from the room, full of worry and tiredness.

Dongfangyu looked at Xiaoyong, and walked in without waiting for him to lead the way.

Lifting the curtain and looking in, Dongfang Yu's heart was suddenly ached by the scene in front of him.

A middle-aged man with frost-coloured temples was sitting on a low stool, looking sideways slightly; in front of him, there were two small beds side by side, and on the two beds lay an old woman and a young woman respectively. Looking over from a distance, Dongfang Yu's eyes froze, and it was faintly visible that small red spots began to grow on their faces. Their eyes were tightly closed, and their slightly distorted faces showed a very painful expression.

The painful groans they heard outside just now came from the two women on the bed.

Dongfang Yu paused for a moment, then condensed his clear eyes, and said sincerely: "Uncle, I am a doctor, can you let me see them?"

The middle-aged man stood up. He looked young, but his sad and vicissitudes of life gave off a heavy sense of sadness.

"Girl, please." The middle-aged man gave way without any politeness.

"Father! You still believe them outsiders! Look at our village..." Xiaoyong walked in behind him, brought the soup to the bed, looked at the middle-aged man dissatisfied, and then pretended to be fierce Wang Ziyang glared at Dongfang Yu fiercely, but his voice was choked with anger, and when his eyes swept over the woman on the bed, he gradually lowered his voice.

"Xiaoyong!" The middle-aged man emphasized his tone, glared at Xiaoyong, and said, "I don't care who they are, I only know that your mother and younger sister are lying on the bed now, and I just want them to get better."

"Hmph, just her?" Xiaoyong still groaned and stared at Dongfangyu, "Do you believe she can cure Mother and Xiaoyu?"

"Okay, stop talking, as long as there is any hope, I will try." The middle-aged man also became annoyed, and dragged Xiaoyong aside with a cold face, lest Xiaoyong hinder Dongfangyu.

Dongfang Yu closely watched the two women on the bed, and asked them about the history of their illness in detail.After being silent for a while, he slowly said: "Uncle, although they are also infected with the epidemic, but judging from their symptoms, this is only the initial stage; I would like to ask, after people in the village contract the epidemic, generally from the onset to How long has it been dead?"

The middle-aged man frowned and thought for a while, then sighed: "It depends on the individual's physique. If you are in better health, it will be about half a month after you get sick... If you are close, you will die within ten days."

Dongfang Yu turned his head to look at the decorations in the yard, and some thoughts were slowly taking shape in his mind.

"Uncle, are you the only ones still alive in this village?" Dongfang Yu took a deep look at the two women on the bed and thought: Although Doctor Shi and the others have not yet joined them, depending on the situation, it is estimated that only There probably won't be any living people left in the family in front of me.

Pain welled up on the tired face of the middle-aged man, and after a while, he held his head and said slowly: "Probably, this terrible plague has been raging in our village for less than a month. There are no dogs or livestock left."

The girl turned her head and glanced at the burnt stove, her eyes were flickering: "Is your blacksmith shop the only one in this village?"

The middle-aged man was a little dazed, but seeing the girl's expectant eyes, he nodded: "Yes, but why are you asking this?"

Dongfang Yu smiled slightly and said, "Because it may be related to whether they can get better."

What is the relationship between blacksmithing and plague?
Except for the Oriental language, everyone showed a puzzled expression.

The girl blinked her bright and clear eyes, and said calmly: "Look, so far, your family may be the only family that has survived in this village; judging by the conditions of your father and son, they should not be infected with the plague, and your family It was only recently that I contracted the disease, and it has something to do with your blacksmithing shop!"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Everyone's heart was shocked, but the middle-aged man's family still held a dubious attitude towards this conclusion.

"But they... are still infected with the disease." The middle-aged man looked at the two women on the bed and said sadly.

"I think it's because although they often help, they are not as good as your father and son. Except for eating and sleeping, you have to deal with fire all day long, so you are immune."

Blacksmithing needs a big fire to melt molten iron, and a big fire means high temperature, which means that many germs cannot survive; so the blacksmith father and son survived this terrible plague.

(End of this chapter)