"You should rest early." Guan Lingyu watched as Yin Xiaofan walked out.
From what Yin Xiaofan said about finding things and not believing, even if a national treasure was stolen, it hadn't reached this level—actually sealing off a neighborhood wasn't a small matter, and the impact would definitely not be insignificant.
Yin Xiaofan didn't care about Guan Lingyu's thoughts, but he was still thinking about the plague.
The police were not only going out, but now major hospitals had also begun investigating plague patients, setting up quarantine zones, especially those smaller hospitals, which were the most important. People living in the shantytowns weren't from wealthy families; if they fell ill, they usually opted for those smaller-scale hospitals. He worried that smaller hospitals were more of a concern than the larger ones.
Once the first batch of medicinal herbs entered the northeastern part of the city, the outbreak of the plague would be largely suppressed.
