The news of the death virus spread very quickly, and Jiangxing City, which was originally calm, began to become chaotic.

Luo Qingyu did not go home directly, but entered the alley of the slums in the fifth district.

Da da...

Luo Qingyu struck one of the rooms. Although the appearance of this room was dilapidated, it was much cleaner than the surroundings.

"Who?"

After knocking several times, an impatient voice came from the house.

"Uncle Meng, it's me, Luo Qingyu from District 3."

Uncle Meng is a doctor in a slum area. He comes here to see a doctor if he has any minor problems, and the fees are cheaper. Of course, there is no good product for cheapness. Uncle Meng's medical skills need to be explored, because there are no less than ten patients who died at Uncle Meng's hands.

However, if a patient dies, he will die, and no one will pursue it. After all, life is not worth it. Moreover, before treating the disease, Uncle Meng will remind you that treatment is risky and you should be careful when seeing a doctor.

Click.

Uncle Meng poked his head out and glared at Luo Qingyu impatiently: "You little kid, don't you know that it's time to sleep now? If it's okay, I'll kill you."

Luo Qingyu was very direct and pulled out a 10-yuan Doomsday Coin from his pocket and said, "I need a new syringe, plus some herbs to prevent and suppress death viruses, which I use to study."

Seeing the cash, Uncle Meng's eyes lit up, and showed his big yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "You little kid, you know how to be a human being and have a future. You can wait."

As he said that, Uncle Meng took the money from Luo Qingyu without any trace, turned around and entered the room.

Three minutes later, Uncle Meng appeared again and threw a large bag of herbs to Luo Qingyu: "Little kid, these are the herbs. As for the syringe, it is not so easy to find new ones now. What I gave you is the old one. Just go back and boil water to disinfect it. Just let it go."

Looking at so many herbs, Luo Qingyu couldn't help swallowing: "Uncle Meng, will there be too many herbs?"

"More? What more? This thing is not worth the most now. I just get so much for 10 yuan. I don't have the change to find you for supplies. If there is nothing else, get out of here."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave now." As he said that, Luo Qingyu slapped his head: "Oh, I remembered it. I seemed to hear someone shouting "Death Virus" or something just now, and I don't know if it's true."

As he said that, Luo Qingyu ran away before Uncle Meng could react.

Luo Qingyu ran for a short time and immediately heard Uncle Meng's roar from behind: "Stop it, boy, I won't buy the herbs anymore, hurry up and get it back."

A ghost will return the herbs.

Luo Qingyu had no intention of stopping, but waved his hand back: "Uncle Meng, don't send it, goodbye."

Uncle Meng is an elderly man with a triangular cat medical skills and can't starve to death. Moreover, he knew that Uncle Meng seemed to be in a down-and-out manner, but he was a hidden rich man, but this rich man was a little stingy.

...

When I got home, my mother and younger brother had already had supper.

When the two saw Luo Qingyu coming back, they seemed to see the heart of the main bone, and their faces became much better.

"Big baby, what's going on?" Huang Lianhua asked expectantly.

Luo Qingyu shook the herb in his hand: "I've taken the herb back, I'll boil the medicine now."

As a top student, he was unable to practice [Duanyi Art]. He once wanted to learn medicine, but his medical knowledge was not bad, and he could still do it simply by boiling medicine.

Use the new pot you just bought, boil a pot of water, and adjust the heat to a gentle state. Then Luo Qingyu put Wuxi grass, crying soul mud, peach wood teeth, skeleton bone marrow, etc. into the water and boil various herbs in turn.

Seeing that his son was busy, Coptis chinensis said with distress: "Baby, you can have dinner first, mom just watch the fire."

"Mom, I'm not hungry, I'll have to eat if I'm busy with something."

As he said that, Luo Qingyu took out the disinfected syringe, entered his father's room, and closed the door.

Looking at his father who was still unconscious, Luo Qingyu, who originally did not believe in Buddhism, folded his hands together for the first time and murmured: "Buddha, I hope my blood has immune functions and can cure my father's illness."

At that moment, Luo Qingyu inserted the needle into his blood vessel and slowly pulled out a tube of blood.

Then, he slowly injected blood into his father's body.

He can transform into a skeleton, Luo Qingyu calculated that he is most likely immune to death virus. Similarly, his blood should also be able to eliminate or assimilate the death virus.

He is type O blood, and he is a universal blood. There is no need to worry about blood clots that will occur when blood fusion with his father's blood.

After finishing the treatment, Luo Qingyu glanced at the dark spots on his father's body again, and this time he quietly withdrew from the room. At this moment, the dark spots on his father's body had expanded a little more than when he was just sent back.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Luo Qingyu felt that after he drew blood, his body became a little weak and his body swayed a few times.

"It should be hungry."

Thinking of this, Luo Qingyu said, "Mom, let's have a meal."

There was still a lot of meat and rice left on the dinner table, which meant that my mother didn't eat much.

"Yeah, eat." Coptis chinensis nodded.

Erwa has already told her about her brother making a lot of money, and she also knows the current situation at home. She no longer has to worry about going hungry after she has no job. At the same time, seeing that the eldest child is so capable, she believes that her husband has the possibility of healing after saying that.

Tat... Tat...

The family of three quietly buried their heads in their meal.

Originally, today was the first day Luo Qingyu made a lot of money, which was something worth celebrating, but due to his father's illness, the three of them were in a low mood.

Just then, a radio sound came from the sky.

"All people please pay attention, all people please pay attention, because the 'death virus' infection appeared in Jiangxing City, from now on, all people do not have any special important things, please do not go out."

"In addition, if your family or yourself have black spots, please go to the square immediately to gather. Note that this is not a request, it is an order. If you do not obey the order, you will be killed immediately once you find it. The relatives of the infected person will confiscate all their property and expel them permanently from the city."

...

The radio sound kept playing looped, and not long after, the entire Jiangxing City fell into panic.

Hearing the radio, Coptis chinensis, who was eating, tightened her heart and looked at Luo Qingyu with an ugly expression: "Big kid, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, eat first." Luo Qingyu responded calmly.

On the surface, I was calm, but I was already confused inside.

Time passed by bit by bit, and every minute of the present is just a torment for Luo Qingyu and his family of three.

"The medicine is ready, I will feed my dad the medicine. These medicines have a preventive effect. You can drink it too. After drinking it, you can rest early." Luo Qingyu said softly.

When Luo Qingyu entered his father's room again, he became nervous.

Although my father had only been injected with his own blood for two hours, if it really worked, the dark spots on his father's body would not expand or even become smaller.

It really doesn't work, so I can only take my father to the square.

Luo Qingyu had already made the worst plan and reached out to pull away his father's clothes.

"Um!"

In an instant, Luo Qingyu's eyes widened, and then he became excited: "This... is gone, the dark spots are gone! My blood has the effect of curing death virus! The effect is very outstanding!!!"

Surprise, big surprise.

"Big baby, you...you are back!!!"

Luo Zhong, who was originally in a coma, woke up after being touched by Luo Qingyu.

"Yeah, I'm back." Luo Qingyu's eyes were filled with tears in his eyes.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, huh... why am I lying at home?" Luo Zhong was puzzled.

Seeing his father's health, Luo Qingyu smiled and said, "Dad, you're fainted, but now the disease has been cured. You haven't eaten for a day and you must be hungry. Let's have some meal first, there's a surprise."

The family was healthy and Luo Qingyu suddenly became happy. Especially when he thought that his blood could cure the death virus, he suddenly became even happier.

The death virus is a terminal illness, but his blood has become the nemesis of the virus, which is definitely a priceless treasure.

Of course, he would not foolishly use his blood to sell. After all, once his secret is discovered by others, he will become Tang Monk's flesh in the eyes of others and be taken blood by countless people.

There is only one person, but he doesn't know how many infected people in Jiangxing City are, so he will definitely not be able to save them.

Well, we have to make long-term plans to use our own blood to seek benefits.
Chapter completed!