Chapter 58: The Uncurable Plague

Xiao Dabao has already collapsed, shivering uncontrollably while wrapped in a thick quilt.

His face is as pale as paper, and his teeth are chattering.

"So... so cold..."

A Military Doctor rushes into the tent, looking panicked.

"Prince, the condition of Old General Zhang... Zhang Zhao has suddenly worsened; he won't make it!"

"What?"

Xiao Moting stands up abruptly, his brows furrowed tightly.

With a great battle imminent, the plague is raging, already shaking the morale of the army.

If a great general were to die of illness before the battle even began,

it would cause the hearts of the people to crumble even further!

"Begin emergency treatment immediately; you must save Old General Zhang."

The Military Doctor drops to his knees with a thud, his voice choked with sobs.

"Prince, this subordinate is incompetent and truly cannot save General Zhang; thirty-some soldiers who died of the illness were just carried out of the Fangcang Hospital."

"The vicious plague is severe; I fear the Beijiang Army... will suffer heavy casualties this time."

Xiao Moting clenches his fists tightly, bloodshot veins appearing in his pupils.

His head is spinning, and he is so feverish that his mind is somewhat unclear.

There is no one capable of curing the plague; since ancient times, those who contracted it could only endure.

If they could not hold on, they simply waited for death.

This time, let alone Zhang Zhao, he himself is likely unable to escape this fate.

Xiao Moting supports his head with his hand and shakes it forcefully, trying to maintain his last shred of clarity.

He lifts his head, looking toward the wardrobe with a final glimmer of hope.

Suddenly!

His pupils constrict!

Following that, he stumbles toward the wardrobe in two or three steps.

On the wooden board, the long-awaited, elegant handwriting has finally appeared.

"Xiao Moting, can you still hold on?"

"If you can still hold on, put on the Protective Suit immediately and go to the patients."

Xiao Moting takes a deep breath, his eyes revealing wild joy.

Great!

He has finally waited for her!

"Shennü Daren, I am fine; I am heading to the Fangcang Hospital now."

"Good, you must be careful with your protection."

Xiao Moting smiles slightly.

He has no need for protection, because he has already fallen ill.

However, he still follows Bai Wei's request, puts on the Dabai Protective Suit, and goes to the Fangcang Hospital.

Upon hearing that Xiao Moting intends to visit the patients, Qin Zhan firmly objects.

"Prince, the Fangcang Hospital is filled with patients, and the plague is particularly severe there."

"You are a person of ten thousand gold; if you go to the Fangcang Hospital and your condition worsens, this subordinate would be unable to atone for the crime even with ten thousand deaths."

Xiao Moting, however, remains calm.

"This is the will of Shennü Daren; furthermore, as the Chief Commander of the Beijiang, visiting the sick soldiers can stabilize the morale of the army."

Seeing that he cannot stop him, Qin Zhan can only arrange for the Military Doctor to bring a Protective Suit, giving repeated warnings.

"You must watch over the Prince and keep him away from the patients."

Bai Wei drips blood onto the Jade Pendant.

Ever since the last time the Jade Pendant failed and left her with a splitting headache, she has not let her consciousness travel over again.

A bead of blood seeps from her fingertip and is quickly absorbed by the Jade Pendant.

Bai Wei feels dizzy and falls into a deep sleep.

The next second, sounds of wailing reach her ears.

"Prince, please save us."

"My father and mother have both been taken by the plague, and my youngest sister is about to die of illness too."

"Plague God, I kowtow to you; I beg you to spare us."

Miserable cries rise from all directions.

Bai Wei opens her eyes.

Her consciousness has attached itself to Xiao Moting.

By now, Xiao Moting must have arrived at the Fangcang Hospital.

Everywhere her vision reaches, there are masses of patients—Beijiang Army soldiers, cooks, laborers, and refugees...

Even the corridors are filled with dying patients.

Bai Wei holds her breath, shocked in her heart.

The number of patients before her is at least several thousand; what kind of plague is this, to be so ferocious?!

"Make way, hurry and make way!"

Several menials wearing white Protective Suits squeezed out of the crowd, carrying seven or eight Stretchers.

Bai Wei looked up, and her heart shrank violently.

What was on the Stretchers turned out to be nothing but corpses.

"Someone else has died of the illness; who knows how many more will die this time."

"The plague has no cure, even the Imperial Physician cannot save us; we are all just waiting to die."

Many soldiers were on the verge of death, yet they kept praying in their mouths.

"Shennü Daren, please manifest your spirit and save us..."

The Military Doctor could not cure the plague; they were already terminally ill with no medicine to treat them, and their only hope was for the Goddess to manifest her spirit.

An elderly soldier with dull eyes spoke in despair.

"Shennü Daren is not a doctor; even if she can communicate with the divine, she cannot save our lives."

Xiao Moting looked around; everywhere there were patients, everywhere there was crying and sounds of pain.

He walked into Zhang Zhao's room.

Zhang Zhao was unconscious, his complexion lifeless, his breathing as thin as a thread.

A Military Doctor wearing a Protective Suit was holding a bowl of herbal medicine, feeding it into his mouth.

But his teeth were clenched tight, and he could no longer swallow; the medicinal soup flowed down the corners of his mouth...

Xiao Moting was running a high fever and was also struggling to endure the discomfort.

Qin Zhan scanned the sea of patients, filled with grief and indignation.

"What kind of plague is this? Could it really be that Heaven wants to destroy Daliang?"

Bai Wei's consciousness was attached to Xiao Moting, her gaze quickly sweeping over Zhang Zhao's entire body.

She only had a wisp of consciousness and could not take his pulse; she could only try her best to diagnose the condition by observing the patient's facial features and symptoms.

"Xiao Moting, can you get a little closer? I need to see Zhang Zhao's tongue coating."

Bai Wei shouted desperately.

It was a pity that Xiao Moting could not hear her, nor could he feel her.

He stood silently by Zhang Zhao's Hospital Bed, his expression complex.

At the Farm.

The Recreational Vehicle was parked in a corner of the courtyard, and several people stood by it, their brows tightly furrowed.

Bai Wei's eyes were tightly shut, her hand clutching the Jade Pendant, lying on the bed in the Recreational Vehicle without consciousness.

Museum Curator Qin watched with terror in his heart.

"Old Ye, why did Miss Bai Wei faint? Does she have some kind of sudden illness?"

Professor Ye was also badly frightened, "I don't know. Let's quickly find someone and send Bai Wei to the hospital."

Just a moment ago, he and Museum Curator Qin had emerged from the small woods, but they could not find Bai Wei anywhere.

The two searched for a while before discovering that Bai Wei was actually lying on the Recreational Vehicle, unconscious and unresponsive to their calls.

The two old men were terrified, thinking she had caught some illness, and hurriedly called over the security guards Li Guohai and Zhang Gang, who were on duty.

Li Guohai ran over quickly, reached out to check Bai Wei's breath, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Her breathing is too weak; I learned first aid in the army."

"Zhang Gang, go get some water immediately; I will press Bai Wei's philtrum to see if I can wake her up."

Two minutes later.

Bai Wei suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for air as she sat up abruptly.

She was covered in cold sweat, still shaken!

Why did she wake up so suddenly?

She had been examining Zhang Zhao's tongue coating when, caught off guard, everything went black before her eyes; when she opened them again, her consciousness had already returned to Qingshan Village.

Professor Ye's joyful shouts reached her ears.

"She's awake, she's awake!"

Bai Wei turned her head and was surprised to find a large group of people standing on the Recreational Vehicle.

Museum Curator Qin let out a long sigh of relief.

"Miss Bai Wei, you were unconscious just now; you nearly gave Old Ye and me a heart attack."

"Luckily, Li Haiguo had learned first aid and pressed your philtrum to wake you up."

"How are you feeling? We will call 120 immediately and send you to the hospital."