Chapter 112 112. Try my best

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 112 112. Try my best

The winter snow was falling, and through the leather of the shoe uppers, people's toes were freezing.

The road in the town is narrow. Walk three hundred meters to the south and there is a small steeple church at the top of the slope.

After Nance got off the car, he met someone on the long stone steps who came out to greet them. This was the mayor of Nanwan Town, a man in his forties, with a short yellow moustache, a tall man, and a small back.

Camel, with long and thin limbs.

He walked down quickly, blew his nose, and said to Li Ting: "Just now, two more people got sick. Sir, please go and check it out quickly..."

Li Ting didn't say much, raised his legs and ran towards the church.

"Be careful, be careful of getting infected." Nance said to Susha, then looked towards the car, "Why don't you go into the church?"

"Ha~"

Li Qingxian yawned lazily.

With the owl in her arms, she closed her eyes and fell asleep directly.

Nance climbed the steps and entered the church door.

There was a small ward separated by a simple screen. The light was relatively bright, but the furnishings were simple.

A rope is tied to the chandelier and hangs straight down. There are two folding beds below, and the rope hangs alone.

There was a man lying on one of the folding beds, breathing laboriously, staring at the visitor with a pair of bloodshot eyes. Nance stopped in front of the entrance to the ward. Amidst the patient's slight breathing, he seemed to hear the squeaking of a mouse.

.

He subconsciously glanced at the dark corners of the church.

No trace of mice was found.

Li Ting walked to the hospital bed.

"Master, please help me..." the patient said with difficulty in breathing.

"Don't be nervous, tell me how you feel now." Li Ting said patiently and gently.

As soon as the patient opened his mouth, he suddenly leaned half of his body out of the bed, pressed his abdomen with one hand, and wrapped the other around his neck, spitting out red liquid into the bucket of stolen goods under the bed.

The mayor and priest who were still inside suddenly felt uncomfortable and turned around to leave the ward.

The patient vomited out of breath for a long time before struggling to lie down again.

Li Ting asked a few basic questions and took his temperature. The fever was 39.5°C. The lymph nodes on his neck and limbs were swollen, and light black spots were found on both sides of the abdomen, and they were expanding.

"The fever is severe, I feel like something is biting me..." The patient turned his gaze to Li Ting, with tears in his eyes, "Sir, what's wrong with me?"

"Any disease is possible. We are not sure yet." Li Ting said gently, turning to look at the family members aside, "Just leave one person outside to watch. Feed and take anti-inflammatory drugs as prescribed. Drink more water.

.”

The patient became excited, stood up from the bed, and asked himself if he was going to die.

"Be quiet and don't move." Li Ting said patiently, "This is nothing to be afraid of. Please believe me. I will report it to the mayor."

The patient said "Oh".

Then he leaned back and began to sob.

Li Ting walked out of the ward and asked the mayor, who was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Are there any other cases?"

"Not yet."

"Have there been any patients with fever recently due to local inflammation?"

"Ah, that's true. There are two patients with fever in the hospital, and both of them have symptoms of swollen lymph nodes."

"Is the swelling normal?"

The mayor's face was stunned, and he stuttered: "Well, the so-called normal is definitely not normal at this time. You also know that in winter, the strange beasts in the mountains have nothing to eat..."

"Take me to see the body." Li Ting ordered.

"It's right here, sir, come and take a look."

The mayor turned around and led him to the cross of the church.

The two people who died first were placed upright in front of the statue, their whole bodies frozen to the bone.

Li Ting put on rubber gloves and squatted next to the corpse, sometimes picking his eyelids and sometimes opening the corpse's mouth to check. No one around him dared to disturb him, and a heavy, deathly atmosphere pressed down on everyone like a mountain.

During this period, Nance used the destruction engine to scan the corpse and obtained two pieces of data.

Both data points to the exact disease.

--plague.

After Li Ting inspected the body, he looked at the mayor solemnly: "Let's arrange for someone to burn the body."

"Burning is naturally easy." The mayor had no objection to this, but looked at him uneasily, "But now the people are uneasy, and the rumors about the illness continue to expand. If we are so anxious to burn the body, I am afraid that this will be confirmed.

It’s a plague.”

"Isn't this a plague?" Li Ting asked.

The mayor's expression was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he smiled bitterly: "I understand."

"Send the two patients to the church for isolation, and contact the mercenaries and old hunters to get ready to go into the mountains." Li Ting said seriously, and it seemed that he had experience in dealing with it.

"I'll go right away."

The mayor did not dare to neglect and ran out immediately.

Two patients with abnormally swollen lymph nodes were quickly transferred from the only hospital in the town. Nance was afraid that Miss Su would also be infected, so he asked her to take Li Qingxian back to Li's house. He himself put on a full set of protective clothing.

Help Li Ting record some data.

Lethargy, respiratory failure, red eyes, dirty mouth, headache, inguinal adenitis, talking nonsense, spots on the body... When these symptoms almost all appear on the same body, a person's life is like a thread, and the slightest movement of the body will cause death.

There is a possibility of sudden death.

At noon, several more cases were sent.

One of them, a woman with a weak constitution, pressed her abdomen with both hands, talked nonsense, and vomited as soon as she was delivered. The lymph nodes on her neck were shockingly large. She said that yesterday it was just pus, but today it has become ulcerated.

Like a rotten fruit.

Li Ting made a cross with a scalpel.

Lymph nodes overflow with bloody pus.

At this time, the patient was bleeding, his limbs were spread apart, and spots appeared on his abdomen and legs.

When the lymph nodes stopped producing pus, her body temperature reached as high as 40°C, and she started talking nonsense non-stop and howling: "Ah! Those beasts!"

——The scolding was a mouse.

The lymph nodes that were originally deflated quickly swelled again and became even larger, feeling as hard as wood.

Her husband was going crazy.

"You stay here and guard her," Li Ting said to him. "If anything happens, let me know as soon as possible."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the patient's body temperature dropped to 38°C.

It seemed that the situation was much better. She felt energetic and was lying on the bed smiling.

Her husband pulled Li Ting back and asked anxiously: "Sir, she is much better, isn't she?"

"We'll see later." Li Ting's expression did not relax at all.

Nance noticed that the patient's eyes were abnormally bright.

It was a kind of look that only people on their deathbed have, a short reflection after burning life. If you use some banal clichés to describe it, then you can say that what she saw in her eyes at this moment was a "dream moment" or a "wonderland".

"Like lights" and other pictures.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the patient's temperature suddenly shot up to 40°C.

She kept saying words that no one could understand clearly, and started vomiting again. Her lymph nodes were so swollen that her neck would burst at any time. Her husband knelt beside the bed, put his hands on the quilt, and looked at Li Ting helplessly.

Li Ting said calmly: "I'll inject her with some sedatives."

Of course, sedatives cannot cure the plague, they can only make the patient more comfortable.

But at this moment, the patient uttered a few words intermittently from her mouth, such as "rat", "fly", and so on. Her lips were sallow, her breathing was weak, and she huddled in the small bed.

It was as if there was some voice from underground calling her.

The husband started crying: "Sir, is there no hope?"

"She is dead." Li Ting said.

The moment he finished speaking, the patient stopped breathing.

In Shin-Yokohama, some patients scattered around began to die without warning.
To be continued...