"Doctor, Boss Saran said this morning that he couldn't do it anymore. He would be lying on the bed now, and he couldn't leave..." After hearing Su Liu's question, the man sighed and answered honestly.
"Flying Ying, you wait here first. I'll go and see Salan." Su Liu handed the medicine in his hand to the man, then looked back at Fei Ying and said.
"I'll go with you." Feiying walked over and stopped under Su Liu's retreating steps.
"No, you must return to the imperial city safely. I'll just go alone. I've been infected with the plague, you don't." Su Liu looked at Feiying without any resistance, with a serious look on his face.
"Then I'll find someone to catch it, too." Feiying said angrily.
"Feiying, stop making trouble. I'll go back and come here to take medicine." Su Liu frowned. Feiying had a strange temper and was even better than her. She had been having trouble since the morning. Now she looked at her.
People infected with the plague have their eyes as if they want to eat people.
"Su Liu, you'd better not die!" Feiying gritted her teeth, almost squeezed out these words from her teeth.
Then he took Su Liu's spoon unwillingly, and his face was cold, and he used spoonfuls and bowls of medicine.
The plague-infected people who came to ask for a bowl of soup were all exposed to the throne, and because of the throne's expression, it was like they were all those who caught Su Liu and made Su Liu infected.
Feiying's attitude was very bad. Seeing that they had finished drinking, they all sternly slap their faces into the bowl, and their eyes were looking at him from time to time.
But no one dared to say anything. The doctor's hand was infected. What does this mean? Everyone knows it like a mirror in their hearts.
Su Liu left the car alone and walked towards the alley where the man led her to last time.
Fortunately, I have a good memory, and I can remember the path I have taken even if I take many detours.
Su Liu did not stop and accelerated his pace toward the yard last time.
Where is it still? Can you still ask if there is a faint smell? Su Liu opened the door and saw the person lying on the bed. He seemed to hear the movement. He opened his eyes and looked at Su Liu, as if he wanted to struggle.
I got up and tried several times but failed.
"Salan, don't move, I'll help you." Su Liu walked over and wanted to help Saran up and sit down, but Saran was drunk.
"Don't come over, I'm going to die, it's the same while sitting and lying." Saran's voice changed, like a sound from a broken jar wiping against the wall. It was very unpleasant, and Su Liu's nose felt sore.
"Salan, it's okay, I'm already infected!" Su Liu walked over and before Saran could speak, she reached out to hold Saran's head and back and struggled to support Saran.
"Doctor, you..." Salan seemed to have used all his strength to look at Su Liu against the wall, and even his eyes seemed to have no strength to turn.
"Saran, how are you?" Su Liu asked worriedly as he looked as if Saran was exhausted, and then Su Liu spoke under Saran's inquiring eyes, "I was accidentally caught yesterday, but don't
I'm worried, I'll continue to try it. I won't give up until the day I die."
"What! Which one should be damned? Cough cough cough..." Salan heard that Su Liu was infected and coughed excitedly. Without both of them, Salan suddenly vomited...
Spit out a large mouthful of black blood.
"Salan, Saran, why are you..." Su Liu was at a loss and looked at Saran's eyes gradually fading away, feeling anxious.
"Doctor... leave this to me... family..." Salan finally said this with all his strength and fell down softly.
Su Liu looked at a string of beads stained with blood in her hand, and then looked at the foul smell. During the day, all the living people went out, so there was no one here now.
Su Liu got up, glanced at Saran for the last time, and went out in a heavy mood.
"Su Liu, what's wrong with you..." After leaving the alley, Su Liu saw Feiying frowning and asked coldly at the dark stains on her body.
"Flying Eagle, Saran..." Su Liu choked and looked at Feiying with a gray face, then mumu opened his mouth, "Dead..."
"Die..." Feiying looked at Su Liu blankly. It took a long time to react, and then he didn't say anything. Until he returned to the government office, neither of them had spoken.
The next day, Su Liu did not go out, but locked herself in the room. She wrapped herself in the quilt and sat on the bed, and began to think about many things. As she thought about it, tears fell.
"Doctor, open the door, doctor, tell me what you have, don't lock yourself in the house, doctor." Lilang slapped the door anxiously outside, Su Liu's mind was blank, listening to the slapping sound
, I cried even harder.
"Su Liu, open the door, open the door." Feiying's voice sounded very anxious, but Su Liu let the two of them slap outside, and remained indifferent.
I was so tired of crying and sleeping that I fell down and continued to sleep in the quilt. It was not day and night, but I kept sleeping like this.
"Su Liu, please open the door. Today, Lilang and I went outside to get the medicine, but those people vomited after taking it. Su Liu..." Feiying leaned against the door weakly and said to himself, Su
Liu trapped himself inside and did not eat or drink for the whole day.
"Can you speak..." Feiying said in the end, his voice gradually became very small.
I don’t know how long it took, but no sound came from outside.
Su Liu still kept the same movement. She could feel pussy on her face when she was wrapped in the quilt, but she didn't even think about reaching out to pinch it.
A day passed again...
"Doctor, since you lost your medicine, many people died overnight. Today we went outside and saw those corpses. I was wondering, is it really going to burn the city..." Riro's voice was a little choked
Su Liu had difficulty breathing when she heard it.
Many people died, was it because of her?
"Doctor, please open the door, I beg you..." Outside the house, Riro was crying with a crying voice. Su Liu blinked and cried, and then, still no action.
In the past two days, I always feel that I have difficulty breathing! Once a person is about to die, he will think of many things, things in his previous life, things in this life, and things in the future.
This kind of life lasted until the eighth day, and Su Liu had no strength to move at all. It was not that she didn't want to move, but that she couldn't move at all.
The skin with the cleaved lips moved slightly and the mouth would bleed. Su Liu couldn't see what she looked like now, but she was sure that she must be ugly. She was covered with pustules and must be ugly.
It is said that people will die if they don’t eat or drink for seven days. Su Liu couldn’t help but laugh. She has been eight days old, why haven’t she died yet? She has given up all hope. Will God still torture her on purpose?