White Tiger put Xi'er on the ground and shouted: "Which mask fell off just now, stand up!"

The officers and soldiers without masks on their faces looked at each other and walked out one after another.

The white tiger shouted again: "Damn it, I clearly saw someone putting the hood back on and why didn't you come forward?!"

All the officers and soldiers lowered their heads again.

"My mask has fallen off. I am willing to be the first to be quarantined. What about you?" Bai Hu said angrily: "You bitches! Are you worthy of Lao Tong and Lao Jia?"

Then a few officers and soldiers came out again.

"I saw more than that..."

"This general." Song Wenhua stepped forward and whispered: "I'm sorry, I..."

"What are you? If it weren't for your stinking Confucianism, would my people have died?! Damn it, even I will die now."

As the white tiger spoke, he stretched out his hand and wanted to slap Song Wenhua in the ear.

In the end, he stopped his strength and gently scratched Song Wenhua's face.

"Be smarter for me from now on..."

The carriage moved slowly.

Through the gap in the car window, Xi'er could see the busy scene along the way. People in white shirts were working on their own, clearing wasteland and building houses, and there was an endless stream of cars and horses... In short, it seemed like the place where she had lived before.

It's two worlds.

After looking at it for a long time, I finally saw a big sign, but I didn't even recognize the word Xi'er on it.

"Brother Song, what's that word?"

"Laughing about the industrial park."

Xi'er was quite puzzled and asked: "Why is this sign placed here? Isn't it at the entrance?"

"This should be the previous entrance. It was expanded too quickly and the sign hasn't been removed yet."

"Why not move out?"

"Big men don't care about such trivial matters."

Xi'er felt that this was a big deal, just like... people who own a house always have a plaque hanging outside the door.

The industrial park was more prosperous. She stared out of the carriage window curiously, but the soldiers outside the carriage closed the curtain and said in a tough tone: "You have been exposed to the plague, please don't open the curtain again."

"Brother Song said that I am immune." Xi'er protested in a low voice.

After a while, the carriage arrived, and Xi'er and Song Wenhua were separated.

The person leading the way held a long wooden stick in his hand and pointed at everything with the stick to prevent her from getting close, which seemed very rude.

Then Xi'er was taken to a very warm small room.

A mother-in-law shouted outside the room: "Take a bath yourself, wash them clean, and throw the dirty clothes into the basket."

Xi'er did as she was told, but saw that the mother-in-law had hooked the basket of dirty clothes out again with an iron hook.

She looked close to the crack in the window and saw that the mother-in-law threw her clothes into the big stove and burned them without saying a word.

Xi'er was so anxious that she almost cried: "Why did you burn my clothes?!"

"There are clean clothes in the house. You can change into them after taking a shower..."

I took a hot bath and put on clean clothes. The fabric was thick, warm and very comfortable.

Then she put on a mask and was led to another room.

There are tables, chairs and benches inside, and there is a faint smell of vegetables in the air, as if it is a place to eat.

After a while, Song Wenhua was also brought over.

When the two of them were about to sit together, the leader stopped them with a wooden stick and said coldly: "Sit further away."

Xi'er was quite disappointed, but fortunately, after only a short while, someone brought two bowls of white porridge and added two plates of side dishes.

"I...can we take off the mask and eat?"

"Can."

They were only halfway through eating when suddenly someone hurriedly asked outside the door: "The doctor is here? I will take Mr. Fu to be treated first..."

Song Wenhua immediately put down his chopsticks and said, "I am a doctor."

Xi'er said: "Me too."

"Okay, you go with me first, and then you can continue eating when you come back." The man came in and stretched out his hand to pull Song Wenhua.

Xi'er saw that this man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked quite kind. He was not as cold and distant as others here, so he asked softly: "Where did that fierce General Bai just go?"

"White tiger? Sent to quarantine." The man said as he walked.

"Brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Geng Dang." Geng Dang responded quickly, and then said: "If you are fake doctors, it's still too late to say it now, but you won't have the chance in a while."

Xi'er immediately pursed her lips, not daring to say that she was a doctor.

Song Wenhua said: "I can really cure the plague."

"I believe you."

Along the way, Song Wenhua saw people running back and forth holding documents.

When they arrived at another courtyard, they saw a young man wearing a mask angrily banging the table and cursing.

"You ask about this, you ask about that, it's all trivial matters! If Mr. Fu is not here, you can't do anything, right?"

His tone was so majestic that a group of clerks turned pale in fright.

Song Wenhua and Xi'er were even more embarrassed and did not dare to express their anger.

But I heard someone else say in a gentle tone: "Third brother, what are you in a hurry for? You go ahead and leave the paperwork. I will deal with it later."

Geng Dang then led his men over and shouted from a distance: "Consort, two more doctors are here."

Just as Wang Xiao was about to step forward, Geng Dang quickly said: "These two people have been in contact with infected people, please stay away from me."

Xi'er murmured softly: "I have been told that I am immune."

She raised her eyes and saw the handsome young man named Ma stretched out his hand and pulled out a drawer of gold and said, "After curing Mr. Fu, these are all yours."

Xi'er had never seen this gold before, and she was surprised and happy at the same time. She thought: Just one piece would be enough for herself and Brother Song to live a lifetime.

Song Wenhua said: "I don't want money."

"If the treatment is good, you can talk about anything you want. But if you dare to give me hope in vain, you two will end up."

The tone was not serious, but it conveyed the aura of taking life and death.

Somehow, after hearing such a sentence, Song Wenhua's face suddenly turned pale, and Xi'er almost cried.

After Geng Dang led the people to Fu Qing's main house, Wang Xiao rubbed his head and sat on a stool in a daze.

Wang Zhen sighed: "You are not in the right mood."

Wang Xiao said with some sadness: "I have tried every possible means to achieve this, but if Mr. Fu is gone, I really feel..."

"Brother, do you know? I only found out today how much he usually does. I explained a few things here and then gave up. He has been holding on, not for money, power and reputation, just with enthusiasm.

I know that good things may not always happen to good people, but if I see someone like Mr. Fu die with my own eyes, I don’t know if what I insist on has any meaning..."

After a while, Geng Dang led Song Wenhua and Xi'er out.

Wang Xiao looked at Geng Dang, but did not ask.

Song Wenhua said: "I have given the injection and will prescribe some decoction. It will take two days to recover."

After he finished speaking, he clearly felt that the atmosphere in the entire courtyard relaxed.

But Song Wenhua felt deeply tired in his heart.

The reason why he came was just to save one more person if he could.

The young man in front of me is obviously a big shot, and most big shots are the same.

Thinking of those people who were vying for him to save first, thinking of all the things that happened along the way, and thinking of the old doctor mentioning that the rebels were unwilling to let him leave...Song Wenhua suddenly felt a little resigned to his fate.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have threatened you just now..."

With sincere thanks in his ears, Song Wenhua shook his head, thinking that he was afraid that he would fall into the control of a big shot like the old doctor.

The next moment, he suddenly heard the other party ask: "Are you willing to spread this therapy to the world to save thousands of people?"

Song Wenhua was stunned and raised his head in surprise.

"As long as you agree, but there is something..."

"I, I...I am here for this!"

As soon as Song Wenhua uttered a word, he felt his whole body collapse. The tenacity that he had held on until now loosened, and he could no longer stand. His vision went dark and he fell down.

Old gentleman, did you see it? I finally...
To be continued...