Not to save

Fang Zilan and Awan soon arrived at the epidemic area closest to Mushan Pass, which was the village where they had settled before they came to Mushan Pass. When they came last time, the town was not particularly prosperous, but people were busy. But now they are revisiting the old place, and they saw that every door was closed, and there were sick people on the street, full of declining scenes.

Seeing this, Awan hurriedly surrounded Fang Zilan with a silk handkerchief and instructed: "You must not take this silk handkerchief off."

"What should I do if I drink water and eat?" Fang Zilan's lips curled gently, and Awan glared at her while giving herself a silk squid. "You still have the time to make fun of it, so why not keep more thoughtful thinking about how to solve the situation in front of me."

Fang Zilan didn't say anything, but just parked the car on the side of the road. As soon as the car stopped, Awan jumped out of the car and walked straight to the old man sitting on the street corner who was hunched over and sitting on the corner of the street.

When the old man saw Awan coming, he moved back a few steps in horror, covered his face with his tattered sleeves, and shouted at her with all his might: "Don't come over!"

Awan stopped not far from him and comforted him, "Grandpa, I'm not a bad person. I just saw you sitting here alone. I want to ask if you need anything I can help?"

"No need..." the old man said and coughed suddenly, "You stay away from me, just help me."

Fang Zilan stood by the car and observed the old man's condition. He saw that except for the sleeves of his body, the rest of his clothes were dusty and not as bright as the original one, but judging from the texture and neatness of the pattern, he did not seem to be a ragged beggar. Between his sleeves half-covered, he could vaguely see his face flushed, which should be a symptom of high fever.

"Grandpa, I see that you are sick, I am aware of medical skills. Can you please help you take a look?" Awan took another step forward, and the old man coughed even harder, "Don't come over! I'm a disease, and I'll get you sick if I don't do it well. Go away!"

He was sick and didn't forget to remind others that the old man was also kind-hearted. Thinking of this, Fang Zilan stopped hesitating, and walked directly around Awan and walked to the old man, squatted down and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, we are here for this."

"You?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then he realized something and widened his eyes, "How is it possible? Here... no one... no one will save..."

He said three times in a row, and then he fainted after he couldn't get up in one breath. The situation was urgent, so Fang Zilan hurriedly put him flat on the ground. Awan walked up quickly, and after taking the pulse, he gave him an acupuncture without saying anything.

"This is not possible. The old man is old and should not sleep outside for a long time. We have to find out if there is a clinic nearby." Awan took the needle, but saw Fang Zilan on the side with a serious expression. "In this case, I don't know if there is anyone who is willing to take up a person who is infected with the disease."

"You have to be willing if you don't want to." Awan said angrily: "From what the old man said just now, I'm afraid that everyone in the town will feel that they are helpless and have been given up. Since he would think so, then I guess the doctors in the town think so too. Now that things have come to this point, it's better to be a dead horse as a living horse."

"While King Rong'an blocking the plague areas can effectively control the spread of the epidemic, it also caused great panic to the people living in these areas." Fang Zilan sighed, "They will feel that they have been abandoned by Dajing."

Awan looked up at her, "I felt that before you decided to come. But now, since we dare to come, we always have to give an explanation."

"Yes." Fang Zilan said, dragging and pulling up the old man on the ground, "Awan, go and get the car over, let's go and find the clinic."

Awan hesitated for a moment and wanted to go forward to help, but when she saw the obvious stop in her eyes, she stopped and turned around to drive the car over, allowing her to put the old man in the car alone.

Fang Zilan looked at the old man, Awan drove the car, and soon found a clinic locked in the door. After the two exchanged glances, Awan parked the car at the entrance of the clinic, then ran to the front of the gate and knocked heavily, shouting loudly: "Open the door quickly! My grandfather is sick and needs treatment in urgent need of treatment!"

At first, no one responded, until Awan smashed the door hard, and finally someone came out and opened the door a crack.

Seeing that it was a young girl, the person who came couldn't help but spat, "Where did the little girl come from? You know how to find bad luck. There are so many people who are sick, and you don't have to be the only one of your grandfathers. Go and go, and you have to see a doctor and find other places! Don't cry in front of my house, bad luck!"

After he finished speaking, he was about to close the door, but was locked by a sword. Although he was separated by the scabbard, he could clearly feel the sharp power of the sword holding man along the hilt of the plum blossom branch. He only heard her say word by word: "Do you think you can escape the disaster if you stand by and watch without any difference in the museum?"

"You!" The visitor was obviously scared by her, but he still said boldly: "Who are you? What do we do with you in the clinic? If you say you don't save it, you won't save it. I won't save it when the king comes!"

"Is it not to save it or can't be saved?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, and the plum sword in her hand hit the person's shoulder through the scabbard. He couldn't help but shrank back, "Who said she couldn't save it? You... don't want to ruin the reputation of our clinic!"

"What's your clinic's reputation? Why haven't I heard of it?" Awan glanced at the person who came with contempt and pulled Fang Zilan's sleeve, "Forget it, let's not waste the conversation with him. When this time comes, find another clinic."

"Okay." Fang Zilan casually withdrew Mei Jian. The two of them were about to leave when they heard a weak female voice sounding in the yard, "Ajun, let them come in."

The young man named Ajun looked back at the people in the courtyard in disbelief, and before he could say anything, she heard her voice ringing again, and said more firmly than before: "Let them in."

"Yes." Ajun let out helplessly and opened the door. Fang Zilan saw clearly a woman in green standing in the yard with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful faces, but her hair was a little scattered and her face was full of fatigue.

"You bring the old man in." The woman in green waved at them and coughed lightly, "Ajun had offended her before, so I'll apologize to you for him. In fact, he didn't mean to speak ill of him, just..."

She paused, with a hint of sorrow in her expression, "He was just afraid, and I hope the two girls will take care of it."

"Miss is so serious, we won't be able to see him." Fang Zilan owed the woman in green, "Thank you for opening the door to help."

The woman in green shook her head, "The girl said something right just now. It's not that we don't save it, but that we can't save it. Now let you in, it's just..."

She didn't say anything, Fang Zilan knew it in her heart and didn't say anything more, but just helped the old man out of the car and into the yard.

Unexpectedly, when the woman in green saw the old man, she couldn't help but change her face, "Isn't this Wang Uncle? How could he be here?"

If you don’t save it, you can’t save it? Under the plague, no one can survive. When all the panic follows, who can escape?
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