The girl looked at the old man and saw that he was silent, so she whispered: "My surname is Yang and my name is Daya!"

"Da Ya, please sit down and let me take your pulse, okay? My sister is a doctor, I will definitely be able to cure you!" Ling Yu said.

Yang Daya looked at the old man again. Perhaps seeing that Ling Yu and the others had always had a good attitude, Uncle Yang nodded silently.

Yang Daya walked out from behind Uncle Yang, sat on the ground, and extended her little arm to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu saw some pustules on her outstretched hand, so he stretched out his hand to feel her pulse.

Yang Daya's skin temperature was very high. Ling Yu asked Lingxuan to take out the thermometer and coaxed Yang Daya to put it in her armpit.

"Can Da Ya tell sister that there are many sick people in the village? Who got sick first?"

Ling Yu asked while taking his pulse.

Yang Daya looked at Uncle Yang for help. It seemed that Ling Yu's question was very difficult and she didn't know how to answer it.

"It was the butcher at the head of the village who got sick first..."

Uncle Yang finally spoke.

As soon as Ling Yu heard this, he quickly asked: "Uncle Yang, when did the butcher get sick?"

"Five days ago!"

Uncle Yang gritted his teeth and said, "He went to the East Village to sell pork. When he came back that day, he felt uncomfortable lying at home! The next day, he even killed a pig and gave it to Ren Dahu's family for a wedding!"

"Later, before the banquet was over, he said he had a headache and went back to rest! At that time, he had pustules on his body..."

"Our family also went to Ren Dahu's house for a banquet that day, but when we came back, Da Ya had a fever that night!"

Ling Yu frowned: "Are your son and daughter-in-law asymptomatic?"

Uncle Yang shook his head: "My son doesn't have it, and my daughter-in-law also had a pustule on her arm this morning. Our family thought it was nothing serious. It wasn't until we heard that many people in the village had such symptoms that we knew something was wrong!"

"I was looking for the butcher, only to find that he was dead at home! Everyone panicked and ran away!"

"My daughter-in-law said she had no money to treat us, so she quietly took that unfilial son and left us behind!"

Well, Ling Yu immediately stood up and motioned for Xiao Lintian to follow her to the side.

"Xiao Lintian, this is not good! The butcher infected a village in just a few days. If people in the village are allowed to escape, we don't know how many people will be infected!"

"Didn't you tell the prefect of Weizhou before? No one can leave the village where the plague is discovered!"

Xiao Lintian frowned: "I have already sent an order to Yang Zhifang, but he dares to disobey my order!"

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Hurry up and send a few teams out to chase. You must bring back all the people who escaped from Zaozhuang. You can't let them infect others again!"

"By the way, let people collect lime and bring them all here! Also, send a team of people immediately to block all intersections in the village and prevent people in the village from leaving!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right now!"

Xiao Lintian was also very anxious. Seeing Yang Daya's appearance, Xiao Lintian knew that the situation was not optimistic and immediately sent a guard to ask Qin Shan to bring two teams of people over.

Yang Daya took out the thermometer, it was thirty-nine degrees.

Ling Yu coaxed Daya to take some blood from her, and then gave her a fever-reducing injection.

"Uncle Yang, let's take you home first! I will find a way to save you as soon as possible!"

Uncle Yang probably thought that there would be no life left if he escaped, so he nodded silently, stood up and led Yang Daya towards the village.

Xiao Lintian couldn't bear seeing the two of them staggering, so he stepped forward and hugged Yang Daya.

Just as Ling Yu wanted to stop him, he saw that Xiao Lintian had already picked up the child, so he didn't say anything. Please pay attention to disinfecting Xiao Lintian later!


Chapter completed!