noffsinger Chapter 380
Chapter 380
Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen were deeply pained by this tragic scene. Ignoring their exhaustion from the journey, they immediately began to inquire about the situation of the epidemic.
In conversations with local residents, they learned that the disease outbreak here was far more peculiar and terrifying than they had imagined.
The patient's body will inexplicably be covered with dense black spots, which, like the marks of a demon, will quickly spread across the patient's skin.
Then, the black spots began to ulcerate and fester, emitting a nauseating stench. As the condition worsened, the patient's body seemed to be corroded by an invisible force, gradually weakening until their final moments, when they died helplessly in extreme pain. Moreover, the onset of this disease was alarmingly rapid; within just a few days, dozens of vibrant lives had been mercilessly claimed, plunging the entire town into deep fear and despair.
Upon learning of the situation, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen felt a deep sense of urgency. They knew that every second of delay meant more lives might struggle and perish in suffering. Therefore, they threw themselves into treating the patients without hesitation. They moved from simple rooms to room, carefully observing each patient's symptoms, not overlooking any subtle changes. However, this illness was extremely rare. They searched through all their medical knowledge, yet still struggled to accurately determine the cause. This left them in a deep predicament, their brows furrowed, their hearts filled with anxiety and confusion.
Just as the two were racking their brains without any clues, Dongfang Wan'er, while examining a patient's condition, accidentally discovered a strange phenomenon. When she held a candle flame close to the dark spots on the patient's body, the spots showed a slight movement, as if trying to avoid the heat of the candle flame. This discovery gave Dongfang Wan'er a bright idea, and she immediately summoned Ye Jiuchen. Together, the two conducted an in-depth observation and analysis of this phenomenon. After a heated discussion, they boldly speculated that this might be the work of an evil poison that feared heat.
With this hypothesis, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen felt as if they had found a glimmer of hope in the darkness. They immediately set to work, searching far and wide for various medicinal herbs and minerals with warming properties. They ventured deep into the mountains, climbed steep peaks, and traversed dense forests, ignoring the thorns that scratched their skin and their clothes soaked with sweat. During their search, they encountered many difficulties and dangers, but the two never gave up. With unwavering faith and tenacious perseverance, they finally gathered all the necessary materials.
Back in their makeshift clinic, they began experimenting with new prescriptions. They tried again and again, failed repeatedly, but they didn't give up. After each failure, they carefully analyzed the reasons, adjusted the formula, and then threw themselves back into experimentation. After countless trials and tribulations, finally, a medicated ointment radiating a fiery heat was born in their hands.
They eagerly applied the ointment to the patient's affected area, anxiously observing the patient's reaction. A miracle occurred: the previously rapidly spreading dark spots gradually stopped spreading and began to fade under the ointment's effect. The patient's pain also significantly lessened, and a long-lost hope and smile returned to their face. As more and more patients recovered after using this ointment, the people of the neighboring town were deeply grateful to Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen. They flocked to the clinic to express their sincerest thanks and respect to the two.
However, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen were not satisfied, nor did they stop their advance. In their hearts, countless patients awaited their help. So, after quickly packing their belongings, they resolutely set off for the next place in need of assistance. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, casting long shadows. Their figures gradually disappeared into the twilight, leaving an indelible mark of brilliance in the hearts of the people.
Weary and dusty from their journey, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen hurried towards the next disaster-stricken area. Stepping onto this land, a familiar yet strange atmosphere of despair washed over them. Before their eyes lay crowds of sickly people in the streets and alleys, their painful groans rising and falling like a mournful melody, piercing their hearts. The symptoms here seemed quite similar to those they had encountered before; the patients were also covered in horrifying black spots, festering and oozing pus, emitting a foul stench. However, the situation was far more serious—in addition to these symptoms, the patients also suffered from high fever and convulsions, their bodies writhing in agony, delirious, and on the verge of death.
The two immediately threw themselves into the intense work of treatment, quickly applying the previously prepared ointment to the patients, eagerly anticipating signs of improvement. However, as time ticked by, the ointment's effect was minimal, and the patients' symptoms showed no significant improvement. This result plunged Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen's hearts into despair, and they once again fell into deep thought.
Dongfang Wan'er gazed at the patient struggling in pain on the hospital bed, her mind racing. She carefully compared the differences between this illness and the previous ones, and suddenly a bold idea struck her: "Perhaps the evil poison here has mutated from before, and has combined with other pathogens, which is why the illness is so complicated and difficult to treat." Although her voice was not loud, it sounded particularly clear in the tense and oppressive atmosphere.
Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in Ye Jiuchen's eyes. He knew that to find an effective treatment, he had to thoroughly understand this mutated poison. Therefore, he resolutely decided to risk entering the most severely affected area to collect samples. That region was like a living hell, the air thick with the stench of death, every breath potentially fatal. But Ye Jiuchen did not flinch. Clad in simple protective clothing and carrying his collection tools, he stepped into that "land of death" without hesitation. During the sample collection process, he constantly faced the risk of infection; a slight misstep could make him the next victim devoured by the disease. Several times, he nearly came into close contact with patients carrying large amounts of the virus, but fortunately, his quick reflexes and the use of his wisdom and courage allowed him to escape danger time and time again.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Wan'er was busy in the makeshift clinic. She organized the available medicinal resources one by one, carefully recording the characteristics and effects of each herb.