Although he asked like this, he didn't want to hear a positive answer from her mouth, because she gave him one tael of silver as a consultation fee last time, and he was still grateful.
Yan Qingyao nodded lightly: "Well, my mother has a fever."
"What a tragedy!" The doctor shook his head sadly. Just as he was about to step forward and whisper a few words to Yan Qingyao, he seemed to remember something and took a step back: "Miss Yan, go sit at my house first. I'll wash my hands." Come."
Seeing her husband's serious face, she immediately realized that it was no small matter and opened the door: "Miss Yan, please come inside."
Because the doctor is the only doctor in the village, the money he earns is usually very stable. Although it is not as luxurious as the blue brick house of Yan Qingyao's family, it is still more abundant than the loess thatched house of outsiders.
The house is not small, and all the necessary additions to the home have been purchased. Since the scene involves herbs, the smell of herbs is very strong in the lobby.
She poured a glass of water and put it on the table: "Miss Yan, our house is relatively simple, so please feel free to sit there."
Yan Qingyao nodded, sat down and said, "Your family is no longer simple. It is considered an excellent family in our village."
"That's not the case." She said modestly, "It's just that my husband has the skills to make a living and is just making ends meet."
While the two were chatting, the doctor had washed his hands and changed his clothes. He opened the door and burned the clothes he had just paid for the consultation with a torch.
Yan Qingyao understood immediately, but his wife was a little surprised and walked over curiously: "What's wrong? Why are the good clothes burned?"
The doctor subconsciously took two steps back and kept a certain distance from her: "Don't get so close to me. I will talk to you after I finish burning the clothes."
This seriousness was something she had never seen before after the two had been married for almost a year.
She nodded, sat obediently in the lobby and waited.
After the clothes were burned, the doctor came into the room and sat not far from them. He sighed softly: "The number of patients with fever has increased in the past few days. I didn't pay attention to it at first. I prescribed anti-fever herbs to them, but today I only saw three. In the evening, I Only then did I realize that something was wrong. Their high fever persisted and their symptoms were all the same..."
The doctor took a sip of water and continued: "It must be the plague, it's contagious. I've been to several houses in the past few days, and I don't know if I'm infected yet. You two, please don't get infected by me."
Hearing the word "plague", his wife was a little surprised and covered her mouth with both hands. The next second she looked at the doctor, her surprise was overwhelmed by her worried look. Her eyes were slightly moist. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't. come out……
Yan Qingyao's performance seemed very calm: "What do you think caused the plague?"
The doctor shook his head and said this. After rushing home in sorrow, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at his wife and then at Yan Qingyao.
Nowadays, her family's deeds can be written into a biography in the village. Some people say it is good, and some people say it is not good. He and his wife originally thought that they would never leave the door and never take a step forward. They would not care about such good or bad things. No evaluation.
Unexpectedly, during the first contact with her, he discovered that she was not only a good person, but also very calm and strategic.
"Miss Yan, can I ask you something?"
The doctor folded his hands and bowed slightly to her.
Yan Qingyao was a little flattered that she could still see such a well-mannered person in this village. She half-bowed and said, "If you have something to say, please tell me. There is no need to use the word beg."
"Please Miss Yan, please bring this news to the villagers tomorrow, and then quickly isolate the fever patients from normal villagers. This can prevent the spread of the plague as quickly as possible."
Yan Qingyao frowned and wanted to say something, but seeing that both of them were ancient people with well-mannered manners, they definitely couldn't listen to what she wanted to say.
Yan Qingyao nodded: "Easy to say."
"One more thing..." The doctor looked at his wife and hesitated.
Yan Qingyao followed his gaze and could already guess what he wanted to say, and so did his wife.
The tears that were already worried in her eyes fell down uncontrollably. She shook her head, stared at her husband closely, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't... I don't want..."
The doctor's heart tightened, as if he had used all his strength to force himself to close his eyes cruelly and stop talking: "Because I'm not sure whether I'm infected with the plague or not, I'd like to ask Miss Yan to help me bring my wife to your house to be with me. I’ll be quarantined for a few days first.”
"I don't want..." Her voice gradually became louder and more crying. She knew exactly what kind of temper her husband was. She shook her head reluctantly and looked at Yan Qingyao pleadingly.
There was only sadness in the eyes of this pair, but Yan Qingyao's heart was full of sourness.
It’s okay to just eat the dog food of the elder brother and sister-in-law at home, why go out to see a doctor and watch a love story where each other is good for the other.
The system jumped out actively at this time: "If the host wants to fall in love, let's go find King Yue Min."
Yan Qingyao: "..."
"I dont go."
This sentence stunned the two people who were immersed in sadness and reluctance. Yan Qingyao suddenly came back to her senses and scratched her head: "Sorry, I can't take her with me. I came to you because my mother also has a fever."
According to what he said, the mother was not simply suffering from cold and fever, but was infected with the plague.
The doctor was sad, but she rekindled hope and casually wiped away the tears on her cheeks: "I will stay with you at home, not close to you, but I can eat with you, talk with you, watch the sunrise and sunset together."
The two looked at each other in the distance, but the doctor finally failed to resist her insistence and nodded sadly.
After Yan Qingyao came out of the doctor's house, she set foot on her way home alone.
I don't know if she was affected by the doctor's words, but on the way home, she could hear coughing sounds coming from some houses from time to time.
Although it is summer, it has rained for several days in a row. It is a bit like the rainy season in the south. There are many more mosquitoes.
Yan Qingyao was holding a coal lamp and accidentally stepped into a small puddle on the path she had to take home.
She frowned and subconsciously used the coal lamp to illuminate her stepped feet.
She saw the figure of the centipede running away quickly, as if it wanted to bite her, but when it saw the light coming, it quickly ran away.
Yan Qingyao was also frightened and immediately raised her feet. Her steps were obviously not as steady as before, and she walked quickly towards home...
It’s terrible, this broken system! Leave me in this shitty place!
system:"……"
It doesn't listen, it doesn't listen, the bastard chants sutras.
When she got home, Zhao Cuihua had no energy to stand and wait for her, so she went back to her room and lay on the bed, still coughing.
As soon as Yan Qingyao opened the door and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, she saw that the window in her room was closed and she was holding her chest and coughing.
