Author: Ging Le

Jing Zhao was thinking that he would have to take Ah Fu over when the time comes and let Ah Fu see if there is anything he can do.

While thinking about it, he said to An Ning: "Let's go see how An Ning's medicine test went."

The young man nodded and the two of them walked forward one behind the other.

After yesterday's battle ended, Jing Zhao sent someone to talk to Shan Dan and the others, telling them not to worry.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door of the room, Xiaohu and Xiaoyun ran towards Jing Zhao on their short legs, "Uncle Gu!"

"Uncle Gu, are you okay?"

Each of the little dumplings hugged Gu Jingzhao's thighs and acted coquettishly.

The gloom in Jing Zhao's heart was swept away, and he picked up the two little ones and held them in his arms.

"Are you afraid yesterday?" Jing Zhao asked.

Xiaohu patted his chest and said, "Don't be afraid! I am a man, and I will protect my mother and sister in the future."

Jing Zhao touched his head and said, "Good job."

He looked up at the woman in front of him who was smiling softly, "Qing, are you okay?"

Jing Zhao looked at her for a moment. There were no signs of injury on the woman's body, except for her almond-shaped eyes, which were covered with red bloodshot eyes. She looked a little haggard, adding a bit of tenderness to a sickly beauty.

Qing smiled gently, "I am satisfied to see my benefactor back in good health."

"Master Aning is very powerful. With his protection, we were very safe yesterday."

Jing Zhao turned to look at the young man beside him, but his clear eyes were filled with a hint of indifference that ignored everything. The young man didn't say anything and stood there with his hands folded, naturally feeling a sense of isolation and abandonment.

A feeling of independence from the world.

Jing Zhao pinched An Ning's shoulder hard and whispered: "Thank you for your hard work."

He calmly shifted his gaze to Jing Zhao, looked at him intently for a moment, and then looked away quietly.

"Let's go."

A few people went in together to find Ah Fu.

The door was still closed. Shandan said Ah Fu never opened the door, and there was no movement inside the door.

Jing Zhao frowned slightly and knocked on the door twice.

"Afu, are you still there?"

After a while, the door suddenly opened a crack.

His eyes swept over the faces of Gu Jingzhao, Aning, and Shandan in front of him, "You three come in."

The room was filled with a strong, bitter medicinal smell.

The patient was asleep on the bed with purple lips and vomited filth around him.

The bronze cauldron on the fire was boiling all the time. Ah Fu was checking his pulse and throwing medicinal materials into the cauldron.

Shandan was a little anxious: "Why...no effect at all?"

Ah Fu made a silent gesture. He kept checking the patient's pulse and carefully felt the changes.

After a while, he stopped adding medicine to the cauldron and sat down on the haystack with all his strength.

"Little boss, this medicine is useless. It's too strong to save people."

Ah Fu then said that after the man who tried the medicine took his medicine yesterday, he immediately improved and his complexion returned to normal. However, within three hours, his condition suddenly worsened.

Ah Fu fed him another bowl of medicine, but he didn't get any better, and his pulse became weaker and weaker. Ah Fu immediately changed a few medicines according to his constitution, and used a Nine-turn Golden Pill to hang his life.

But none of them have any effect. Now the effect of this golden elixir is still there. This person is still alive, but he will not survive today.

Jing Zhao looked at the man on the bed whose chest was rising and falling as he breathed. He had fallen into a severe coma. Only this breath could prove that he was still alive...

Jing Zhao couldn't bear it, "Chief Shandan, please ask his family to come in and say goodbye to him."

Shandan responded, with tears secretly filling his eyes.

"Doctor Afu, is there really nothing you can do?"

Ah Fu closed his eyes and sighed inaudibly. He thought about it all night, and he had thought of all the ways he could think of, but the fact was that there was no other way.

This person's body is too weak to bear the medication.

Taking any medicine will not save your life, but will act as a reminder.

"I can't save him." Afu paused and said, "Little boss, I've let you down. I can't make this medicine to cure the epidemic."

"Twenty years ago, the world suffered from a disease that had no cure. But at that time, the great witch and the clan leader used a method to control the disease..."

"Stop talking." Jing Zhao interrupted him.

"Little boss, if there is no medicine, blocking is the only most effective..."

"I told you to stop talking!" Jing Zhao said fiercely with anger.

Ah Fu looked up, his shining peach eyes showing fatigue and helplessness. He said nothing, opened the door and walked out.

How could Jing Zhao not know what Ah Fu wanted to say and how the epidemic ended twenty years ago?

That was when the great witches, together with the chiefs of various tribes, deceived the sick people into cave dwellings on the mountain, blocked the entrances of the caves, and set fire to burn them all inside.

This method can no longer be described simply with two words: brutal.

If he is using the same method now, what is the difference between him and the great witch? Why does he want to overthrow the great witch's rule?

To overthrow a tyranny and establish a new tyranny?

Jing Zhao sat on the threshold outside, feeling worried.

Behind him were cries. The man had passed away. His family was lying beside his bed. The cries pierced Jing Zhao's ears. He blamed himself in his heart and never dared to look back.

Aning sat down next to him, and the young man stayed by his side without saying a word.

"An Ning, sometimes I feel like I'm a fucking waste, so damn useless!" Jing Zhao secretly clenched his fists.

He felt that he was really useless.

While threatening to have a big fight with the priest, he couldn't come up with a complete plan, and almost killed all of them. It was the first time he held a knife, but he couldn't even hold a dagger, which killed the young child.

He defended himself from the knife and died; while he was talking nonsense about curing the sick people and ending this epidemic, but now people are still dying of illness every day...

It turns out that apart from talking big words, he can do nothing and do nothing well.

For the first time, Jing Zhao felt so helpless and hopeless, feeling like a waste. He kept saying that he wanted to change everything here, but in the end, what could he change?

Aning suddenly pulled out a dagger and plunged it into the soil. He raised the dagger and poked an ant on it. "Will killing an ant change the direction of the ant colony? Will they stop because of its death?"

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Aning asked Gu Jingzhao to look at the swarms of ants on the ground, and he said: "If they are interrupted by such a trivial thing, you know it means that as long as it rains, their mission will not be completed, and the ant nest will

It will be washed away by the heavy rain, and all the ants in the nest will die."

"Gu Jingzhao, think carefully about what you really need to do now!"
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