"Is that little mouse the source of the plague?" The fool still couldn't believe it. "When was Baomu infected?"
"Baomu is different from us," the Taoist priest said. "Baomu has five senses and can feel many things that we can't feel. I estimate that Baomu was already infected at the exit at the southern end of Wuyu Town.
"
Indeed, that was when Baomu started coughing and sneezing.
At that time, they thought Baomu was just chilled by the night breeze.
"Poor Baomu..." Qin Yin rarely stroked Baomu's hair twice. Baomu had never seen Qin Yin's gentle side, and his face was full of fear.
"Why don't we just catch that rat?"
Hearing Luo Jiutian's question, Wen Ling shook her head first. She crossed her hands in front of her body and made a "daa" gesture with her eyes wide open.
"By the way, how is that person doing?" Xiaolan finally remembered the person lying in front of the car.
"He is a drunkard," the fool said while reversing the car. "We left him a warning sign... Ignore him. Whoever told him to drink too much deserves it."
The car bypassed the sleeping drunk man with a warning sign on his body and continued towards the hospital.
The closer we get to the hospital, the more cars there are on the road.
The lobby on the first floor of the hospital was crowded with people. Although there were many patients, they didn't seem to be serious.
Maybe it's because this is just the first wave of the plague.
A group of people accompanied Baomu in line to register. From time to time, coughing people passing by with registration slips passed by. Qin Yin covered Xiaolan's mask and was anxiously wary of other patients.
After registering, everyone went straight to the respiratory department.
There was also a queue at the door of the clinic, and the screen on the triage table showed that there were more than thirty patients in front of Baomu.
It seems that the influence of that little mouse is really big.
The doctor treated the patient much faster than they expected. After about an hour, it was Baomu's turn.
Baomu walked into the consulting room.
"Oh, I'm still a little worried," Qin Yin shook his legs a few times, "Baomu, this little guy, doesn't have much resistance."
Xiaolan patted the back of Qin Yin's hand, "It must be okay."
"Really? Xiaolan, how do you know?"
"I...uh, I'm just trying to comfort you."
"...You melon kid..."
Before the conversation between the two ended, the door of the consulting room opened with a creak, and Baomu walked out blankly holding the medical record.
"Why is it over so soon?" Qin Yin was the first to step forward.
Baomu lowered his head and looked at the medical record sheet, "It said I had a cold."
"Cold?" Luo Jiutian turned his head to read the cursive writing on the medical record, and gave up after a while, "How could it be just a cold? Have you told the doctor all your symptoms? Including the one you vomited..."
"I told you," Baomu was a little confused and a little aggrieved, "the doctor said that vomiting is normal when you have a cold."
"What kind of doctor is this? Where is the person who vomits that? Get out of the way, I'll go in and ask him..." Qin Yin said and was about to rush into the consulting room.
However, before the plot of Qin Yin causing trouble in the respiratory department could unfold, a roar broke out in the consulting room.
"Are you kidding?! I don't have a cold!"
The crowd waiting outside the door began to whisper.
"Yes! The doctor also said I had a cold, but obviously I..."
"Me too, me too..."
"Where can a cold be like this?"
"I think this might be..."
Another rough roar exploded from the door, "This is the plague!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone waiting for treatment could not calm down.
Baomu was protected by his companions and looked around in confusion. The Taoist priest patted his back and nodded slightly, "Don't worry."
Immediately afterwards, there was a bang, and the wooden door of the consulting room opened from the inside. No, it was more like being kicked open.
A strong man walked out angrily. He pointed into the consulting room and asked loudly to other people in the waiting room, "Did he also say that you have a cold?"
There were loud and small responses from the crowd waiting for treatment.
The doctor in a white coat waved his hand and walked out of the door, "This patient..."
"I've been to three fucking hospitals and they all told me this!" The man almost poked the doctor's nose with his finger, "You guys are fucking colluding, right?!"
"Security!" the doctor said to the frightened nurse standing aside, "go down there and call the security!"
"Sure! I..."
The man threw a punch, and everyone was in an uproar. The fool was quick and caught the man's wrist. The man's arm, which was thicker than Xiaolan's leg, was unable to move.
"Brother, calm down," the fool said calmly, "No matter what you say, you can't hit anyone."
The most important thing is that if something happens, it will be very troublesome for them.
The doctor had hunched over and started to defend himself. Seeing that the fist did not fall on him, the doctor looked at the fool gratefully. He raised his head, as if he wanted to say something to the fool.
But before the words were spoken, a strange whimper came from the doctor's throat. He suddenly pulled off his mask and spit it on the ground with a loud sound.
The red-black liquid spread and climbed on the ground. The waiting room was filled with shock, and the nurse standing nearby screamed.
It's over.
Xiaolan looked back at her friends. Through their eyes, Xiaolan knew that their thoughts were the same as hers.
Even the doctor is finished, so why should we look at him?
Before the farce broke out, several people escaped from the respiratory department. When they went downstairs, the security guards and nurses in the lobby on the first floor were running upstairs. The whole hospital was in chaos.
They ran back to the car. Baomu was still a little hesitant about following the doctor's advice and buying some cold medicine. Qin Yin was so angry that he poked his head several times.
Everyone sat down in the car, and before they could catch their breath, Wen Ling suddenly shouted, "Look!"
Her finger pointed at the car window, and through the car glass, they saw a small black and gray thing.
A gray mouse was standing on its feet by the flower bed at the entrance of the hospital, its small fluorescent green eyes staring intently at the hospital lobby.
The mouse's beard trembled, its mouth moved, and then it grinned from side to side.
There seemed to be a smile.
"Hold the sun," the fool was stunned, "is it smiling?"
They didn't know if it was laughing, but they were frightened. This palm-sized gadget and the mocking look in its green eyes made them feel a chill in their stomachs.
"We... what are we going to do?" Luo Jiutian looked at the Taoist priest with a slumped face.
The Taoist priest stared at the mouse. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Catch it."
Suddenly, the mouse turned around and looked over, as if he heard their conversation.
It sees them.
Although there was a privacy film on the car window, they were extremely sure that it saw it.
That's not the look an animal should have.
The mouse's beard moved, and in the next second, it turned into a black shadow and jumped into the darkness.