Chapter 1403: Extra 29 Treatment
The epidemic struck with ferocious momentum, not only was it highly contagious, but it also manifested with particular virulence. Mo Yan’s efforts to treat the patients were far from smooth. Despite exerting her utmost strength, comparable to that of nine bulls and two tigers, she barely managed to stabilize the patients’ conditions temporarily. Elderly and children, who didn’t receive timely treatment and had poor resistance, couldn’t withstand the onslaught of the virus and died in agony within a matter of days.
The bodies, eroded by the virus, could not be buried in the earth, and despite their profound grief, the bereaved followed the government’s directive and consented to cremation. In the end, they chose a spot to bury the ashes, ensuring their lost loved ones had a place to rest, so they wouldn’t end up as lonely, wandering ghosts.
On the streets of Weicheng, almost no pedestrians could be seen, and soldiers carrying out orders rushed through hurriedly. Doors along the streets, however, were hung with more and more white banners. This city, once teeming with affluence, was now enshrouded in the shadow of death, filled with an air of despair.
"Useless, how could it be useless? What exactly went wrong? What to do, what should I do..." Inside the hastily arranged medicine room, Mo Yan slumped dejectedly in her chair, muttering to herself. Her eyes, filled with bloodshot streaks from days of restless work, looked more haggard than ever.
Over these days, Mo Yan had gathered specific symptoms of the epidemic at the quarantine site outside the city and taught the doctors some preventive methods before locking herself in the medicine room to research treatment options tirelessly for the plague.
After half a month, she had developed more than ten prescriptions, but every medicine administered to the sick showed temporary improvement only for the condition to worsen the next day, completely uncontrollable. Up to this moment, the most recently developed prescription could only temporarily stabilize the situation, unable to completely cure the suffering people.
Xiao Ruiyuan, carrying in a tray, saw his wife’s dispirited demeanor and felt a sharp twinge in his heart. He set down the tray and gently persuaded, "Yanyan, eat something first. You need to be well-fed to continue your work."
"Ah?" Mo Yan lifted her head, her eyes blinking away an unconcealable bewildered look. Seeing the pain in Xiao Ruiyuan’s eyes, she came to her senses and nodded, accepting the meal he held out to her.