Not long after, Dong Huiying fed Father Chen a few small water-dissolved pills, "Let him sleep a while, and he will feel better when he wakes up tomorrow."
Afterward, she stood up, looking at Wei City under the night sky. How many people were enduring pain and suffering from the epidemic at this moment?
And if nothing is done, this Wei City is afraid it will become a dead city.
***
"Shopkeeper Lin, you go, don't mind me."
The middle-aged man pushed Shopkeeper Lin aside, then covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughing continuously. Shopkeeper Lin's eyes were reddened: "How can I leave? You saved my life!"
This middle-aged man was named Hou Su, originally a wine merchant, owning a tavern in Wei City. He came to Wei City to inspect his tavern's business, but unfortunately encountered this disaster and was now severely ill, trapped in the city.
"This epidemic is too fierce, I don't have much time left."
Hou Su sighed lightly.
