They went to several houses and found that the infected person would have red spots on his arms, but the size of the red spots did not correspond to the severity.

"Is the Divine Doctor sure?" asked Village Chief Nguyen Ren as he walked down the path in the village, looking nervous.

"I'm 60 percent sure, and I need to look at it again. Divine Doctor Ding frowned.

Ruan Ren nodded and muttered, "Sixty percent...... Not a lot, not a lot......"

He muttered for a moment before noticing his gaffe, and hurriedly smiled at Yang Xiaoyang and the others: "I heard the message from the county magistrate to invite a divine doctor before, but I didn't know that so many people came. There are only two rooms in the village, and although there are others, most of them have lived with infected people, so they have to be wronged to live here. There is only one person living in this household, and although he is a little withdrawn, he is still a good person. ”

Ruan Ren stopped in front of the hut in the corner of the village and knocked on the door hard, "Cripple, open the door!"

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned, is it called a lame? Or is it really a lame?

It's not surprising that he thinks so, after all, the examples of the second and eldest brothers are in front of him.

After a long time, Yang Xiaoyang heard heavy footsteps.

The door opened only one slit, revealing half of its vicissitudes of life. He just glanced at a few people and slammed the door shut.

While everyone was still stunned, the door opened again.

I saw a middle-aged man with a messy beard limping out, and he looked very strong, not much better than Doctor Ding.

But what made Yang Xiaoyang care was that his right arm was obviously much thinner, and his right leg seemed to be quite intact, but he didn't know why he was limping.

He looked at the lame man with a horizontal knife in his left hand and pointed at them, and there were many doubts in his heart.

Yang Xiaoyang also noticed that there were some gaps and rust on this knife, which was very similar to the one his father left at home.

Maybe he used to be a thug too.

"How did you put the bandits into the village?" the cripple asked with a deep frown.

Ruan Ren was in a hurry and hurriedly stood in front of him, "Oh, you put the knife down, they are not bandits, they are the divine doctor and a few distinguished guests from the town." ”

The lame man glanced at a few more people, snorted, turned and entered the house without saying a word, and slammed the door shut again.

Yang Xiaoyang really wanted to ask the village chief, if this is a good person, then what kind of person is a bad person?

Several people were silent for a while, and Ju Yeqi took the lead and said, "Then don't bother, let's set up a tent." ”

"This ...... How can this be done? Ruan Ren was naturally unwilling.

"Sister Night, let's go live with the birds in the trees!"

Yang Xiaoyang just wanted to say a few words, but he saw Li Congwen gasping for a few breaths, grabbing his chest with one hand, and said incredibly: "It shouldn't be......"

With that, he fell.

"Your mother, fainting again?" Yang Xiaoyang said in a lost voice.

Doctor Ding hurriedly bent down, took off Li Congwen's black scarf, checked the pulse again, looked up at a few people in shock, and pulled up Li Congwen's sleeve.

Patches of red clouds floated on it.

"How is that possible?" Yang Xiaoyang hurriedly pulled Ju Yeqi and Xiao Di back a few steps, and unbelievably put his head in to look at it, and found that it was indeed the same as the red spots on the hands of people who were infected with the epidemic.

"How is that possible?" he replied.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the door behind them opened.

The lame man glanced at Li Congwen, who was lying on the ground, and said lightly: "Come in." ”

After saying that, he limped around and entered the house.

I'm sorry, you're a good person.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't expect the lame man to let the sick person in, but he didn't have time to thank him, so he hurriedly carried Li Congwen on his back and followed the lame man to the inner room.

The lame man pointed to the little bed in the inner room, and went away without saying a word.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't have time to take care of him at this time, and after gently putting Li Congwen on the bed, he felt his weak breathing, and asked anxiously: "How can this be? Is he still saved? Could it be that he was infected just now? This is impossible? The effort of half a day is so serious?"

He saw Xiao Di flying in a hurry, forcibly calmed down, and shook his head, "Now is not the time to investigate the reason, Divine Doctor Ding, how is Congwen now?"

Divine Doctor Ding sighed, "Although there is no worry about my life, I still need to study for a few more days to be cured." ”

"The divine doctor needs help, and the poor Dao also knows a little about medical skills. Ju Yeqi asked.

"Oh, I don't have to, I'll do it myself. Doctor Ding waved his hand, bowed and left.

"Why has Brother Congwen been sick lately?" Xiao Di landed on Ju Ye's shoulder.

Yang Xiaoyang sighed and sent Doctor Ding and Ruan Ren out of the house, but saw that the cripple man was lying on the easy chair and napping, and the two left without any reaction.

Yang Xiaoyang thought for a while and asked, "Uncle, thank you for your help." I don't know what to call it?"

The lame's eyes were blocked a lot by his messy hair, but Yang Xiaoyang still saw that he didn't open his eyes.

"Uncle, I'm Chinese New Year's Eve six today, and you're only a few years younger than me, so it's not appropriate to call me that. ”

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, and he smiled dryly: "Hehe, it's just nineteen this year." ”

The easy chair stopped, the lame man opened his eyes and looked at Yang Xiaoyang carefully, and then closed his eyes and continued to shake it for a while, "Just call me lame." ”

Yang Xiaoyang didn't know if he was really called a cripple, if not, it wouldn't be appropriate, so he had to ask, "Can the house let us stay for a few days?"

"I've come in, what are you asking? I don't have much of my own bedding, but it's not cold, so it doesn't matter if I don't have it. ”

Yang Xiaocentral Bank bowed and entered the room, he wanted to say a few more words of thanks, but he couldn't.

This cripple is obviously not speaking ill of him, why does it make people listen to it and not taste it?

Yang Xiaoyang returned to the house, and saw that Xiao Di was looking at Ju Yeqi with a serious face, and couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Di, what are you looking at?"

When he saw Ju Yeqi open his eyes, he hurriedly asked, "What did you find?"

"No, but there is no fear for your life. ”

"Then when will Brother Congwen wake up?"

Yang Xiaoyang sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Li Congwen, who was pale and breathing weakly, and sighed lightly: "I guess I won't wake up for a while." ”

"It doesn't make sense. ”

Yang Xiaoyang froze, looked down, and saw Li Congwen frowning at him.

He didn't care if Li Congwen was pretending to be asleep just now, and quickly asked, "How do you feel?"

Li Congwen struggled to get up, but Yang Xiaoyang hurriedly helped him up.

"It's okay, it's just that my head is a little dizzy, my breathing is not smooth, and my limbs are a little weak. ”

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, then what else do you want?

"Ben Gongzi is hungry. ”

Can you still eat after all this?

Yang Xiaoyang looked out the window and saw that it was indeed time for dinner, so he asked a few people, "What do you eat?"

"Beef and wine. Li Congwen said weakly.

Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"It's better to get something light, Congwen is not suitable for eating those. As for me, it's convenient to eat what's convenient. ”

Yang Xiaoyang nodded, but Ju Yeyan was thoughtful.

"I don't want to eat it today. ”

Yang Xiaoyang was shocked, and quickly touched Xiao Di's head, "What's wrong? Why don't you want to eat? Are you sick? ”

Xiao Tu pouted and shook off Yang Xiaoyang's hand, "How could I be sick?" It's too hot today, I just want to eat frozen pears. ”

Yang Xiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief, ignored the second half of the sentence, got up and walked to the door, and asked Xiaodi, "Do you want to stay in the house?"

"Well, I'm a little scared of that uncle outside, I'm here to protect Sister Yeqi. She glanced at Li Congwen, who was pale, and added, "Oh, and Brother Congwen." ”

Yang Xiaoyang frowned, why does this sound weird?

But he didn't think much about it, just wanted to lift the curtain, and asked Ju Yeqi again: "Yeqi, why don't you sleep in the carriage with Xiao Di at night, don't get the epidemic too." ”

"No, many people in the village get along day and night, so it's okay if we pay a little attention. ”

Yang Xiaoyang thought about it and it was true, so he didn't persuade him anymore and went out of the room.

The cripple was still lying there, shaking and shaking, obviously Yang Xiaoyang had deliberately walked out of the movement, but he still didn't react.

Yang Xiaoyang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Lame...... Cripple uncle, have you eaten?"

"Ate early. ”

"That'...... Do you have anything to eat at home?"

"There is still porridge in the pot, take it yourself, not enough to cook it yourself. The cripple replied lightly.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't ask more, and walked past him, but noticed that his thin right hand was hidden in his sleeve, and his fingers seemed to be holding the armrest of the chair little by little.

It's just louder than the average person.

Why do you still knock so hard when you take a nap?

Yang Xiaoyang didn't think much about it, walked into the kitchen, opened the wooden lid, and looked into the pot, there was really porridge.

Well, a lump of porridge......

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the cake-like paste in the pot and decided to give it to Li Congwen to eat.

He thought about it, but went out the door and went back to the carriage to get a cake and a bedding.

The futon was naturally used to lay the floor for Ju Ye, as for himself.

He was going to meditate at night......

I'm too lazy to take a second quilt.

The sun had set, no one was moving around the village, and many people had turned off their lights.

Yang Xiaoyang walked on the path, looking at this small village at sunset, it should be a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, but because of the epidemic, it was bleak and miserable.

Pushing open the door of the lame man's house, not surprisingly, the lame man was still lying on the easy chair.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that he didn't respond, so he went into the room with the cake and bedding, and then went to fill a lump of porridge from the pot.

"What is this?" Xiao Di looked at the bowl in Yang Xiaoyang's hand with a look of amazement.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at her as if she wanted to eat, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "This is porridge." ”

Xiao Di paused, turned his head and began to chat with Ju Yeqi again.

Yang Xiaoyang sat on the edge of the bed, watched Li Congwen sitting there with his eyes closed, and gently pushed him, "It's time to eat." ”

Li Congwen lazily opened one eye, glanced at the bowl in front of him, and couldn't help but open two eyes, "What is this?"

"Porridge. Yang Xiaoyang looked at him dumbfounded, and also felt that it was not appropriate to give him a patient to eat this, so he continued, "If you don't want to eat it, you can eat the cake." ”

Who knew that Li Congwen suddenly had strength, snatched the bowl in Yang Xiaoyang's hand and ate a few bites, and nodded, "Well, it tastes good, I have never eaten this kind of porridge." ”

Yang Xiaoyang and Xiao Di, who quietly looked at each other, aren't they sick and stupid?

PS: I feel that I am writing too badly and am trying to improve (it is impossible)