Chapter 1558: Strange Wounds

Just as Gu Yi and Zhang Fei were having an in-depth conversation in a corner of the military camp, discussing the next strategic deployment, a rush of hurried and chaotic footsteps broke this rare tranquility. A military physician wearing simple medical robes and sweating profusely almost stumbled into their sight, the anxiety on his face beyond words.

"My lord, it's not good! Now all the wounded soldiers have started to vomit, and the situation is very critical!" The military physician's voice was slightly sharp due to tension. He stared at Gu Yi, his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, as if he wanted to imprint this emergency into Gu Yi's heart.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yi's face instantly became solemn. He knew deeply that in these chaotic times, any sudden disease could cause a fatal blow to the army. Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately followed the military physician, walking hurriedly toward the ward deep in the military camp. Seeing this, Zhang Fei also had a solemn expression and followed closely behind, ready to provide necessary support at any time.

As soon as he stepped into the ward, Gu Yi was deeply shocked by the scene before him. In the ward, which should have been a place of tranquility and recovery, it was now like a silent disaster scene. Wounded soldiers were lying or sitting, scattered in every corner of the room. Their faces were full of pain and helplessness, and the sound of vomiting came one after another, intertwined with the indescribable sour and foul smell in the air, forming a heartbreaking picture.

Gu Yi's brows were tightly locked. He endured the discomfort and quickly looked around. Every wounded soldier's face had lost its former blood color, replaced by a sickly paleness. The cold sweat on their foreheads kept sliding down like fine rain, and some even trembled all over due to severe pain, as if they were experiencing a silent torment.

Military physicians shuttled between the wounded soldiers, their figures busy and tense, constantly measuring the temperature of the wounded and asking in detail about every subtle symptom change. Gu Yi understood in his heart that everything happening before his eyes was by no means accidental; this was an unprecedented infectious disease, and its speed of spread and scope of influence far exceeded his expectations.

He quickened his pace and came to the side of a wounded soldier who was unconscious. The wounded soldier's face was covered with cold sweat, and his breathing became exceptionally rapid; every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength. A strong sense of unease surged in Gu Yi's heart. He immediately called for nearby military physicians to come over and instructed them to carry out emergency treatment.

In the ward, footsteps, conversations, and the occasional painful groans of the wounded soldiers were intertwined, forming a tense and tragic symphony. Gu Yi's gaze wandered quickly among the wounded soldiers, trying to find clues to the disease from every detail, hoping to find a way to crack this sudden disaster.

Just as his thoughts were flying, a special scene attracted his attention. In a corner of the ward, there was a bed half-surrounded by other wounded soldiers, where the symptoms of the wounded soldier seemed to be much more severe than others. The frequency of vomiting was higher, and every vomiting was accompanied by severe body tremors, as if his body was engaging in a silent struggle with some unknown force.

Gu Yi walked over without hesitation, his heart full of doubts and worries. When he observed this wounded soldier at close range, a detail made his heart shake violently—there was a shocking wound on the wounded soldier's face, the blood had not yet completely coagulated, and it faintly revealed an ominous aura. A bold guess flashed through Gu Yi's mind: did this wound have some unknown connection with the vomiting symptoms that appeared collectively among the wounded soldiers?

He quickly informed the military physician beside him of his discovery. Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed nervous and confused expressions. Gu Yi's thoughts were like a galloping horse, quickly sorting out various possibilities. Finally, he decided to report this important clue to Zhang Fei and Liu Bei immediately, so that they could make decisions quickly and take the most effective measures to control the spread of the epidemic.

While waiting for the military physicians to further diagnose and formulate treatment plans, Gu Yi's heart was full of deep care and prayers for the wounded soldiers. He knew deeply that in this battle against time and the unknown, every life was crucial, and every decision could affect the fate of the entire army.

Gu Yi walked out of the ward. The night was deep, but the military camp was brightly lit, and everyone was busy with this sudden crisis. He took a deep breath and muttered in his heart: "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, we will eventually get through it together." Subsequently, he quickened his pace and walked toward the tents of Zhang Fei and Liu Bei, preparing to report this important discovery and his own thoughts and suggestions to them in detail, and discuss response strategies together, hoping to end this disaster ravaging the military camp as soon as possible, so that the soldiers could stand up again and continue to fight to defend this land.

Gu Yi walked through the military camp, every step appearing exceptionally heavy, not only because of physical fatigue but more because of psychological pressure. In the military camp under the night, although it still maintained a state of high alert, the usual orderliness had now been replaced by an invisible tense atmosphere. The soldiers' faces had less of the former firmness and optimism and more worry and unease. They either talked in low voices or silently watched Gu Yi's figure passing by in a hurry, as if they were all waiting for some answer, an answer that could allow them to get rid of the current predicament.

Finally, Gu Yi arrived in front of the tents of Zhang Fei and Liu Bei. The guarding soldiers saw this and quickly lifted the curtain, allowing him to enter. Inside the tent, Liu Bei was sitting at the desk, frowning, holding a letter in his hand, clearly also feeling worried about the series of events that had occurred recently. Zhang Fei stood aside, hands behind his back, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination.

"My lord, Second Brother, something happened." As soon as Gu Yi opened his mouth, his voice carried an undeniable urgency. He quickly explained the situation in the ward and his guess about the possible connection between the wounds of the wounded soldiers and the vomiting symptoms to Liu Bei and Zhang Fei one by one.

After hearing this, Liu Bei's expression became even more solemn. He slowly put down the letter in his hand and looked at Gu Yi with deep eyes: "This matter is of great importance. If it is really an epidemic caused by wound infection, we must take measures immediately to prevent the epidemic from spreading further."

Zhang Fei clenched his fists tightly, his voice low and powerful: "No matter what the reason is, we must not sit idly by. We must find a cure as soon as possible to protect our brothers!"

Gu Yi nodded. Although he had a thousand words in his heart, what was needed most at this moment was action. He proposed that first, all wounded soldiers with symptoms should be isolated immediately to prevent the epidemic from spreading to other soldiers; second, organize a military physician team to conduct in-depth examinations of the wounds of the wounded soldiers to find possible sources of infection; at the same time, strengthen the hygiene management of the military camp to ensure the cleanliness of food and water sources and reduce the risk of disease transmission. ===== CHAPTER 1559 =====