PFC Chapter 379
Chapter 379
Three months passed in the blink of an eye. Watching the villagers emerge from illness, from despair to hope, from ignorance to wisdom, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen were filled with satisfaction. They knew that what they left behind here was not just medical skills, but also hope and strength for life. Now, with a mission on their shoulders, they packed their bags again and embarked on a new journey. Ahead, more lives awaited their rescue, and more places awaited their sowing of seeds of hope. Their figures, bathed in the morning sun, appeared so resolute and magnificent, step by step, marching towards an unknown yet meaningful future.
Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen trekked through mountains and rivers, traveling along winding, rugged paths, enduring wind and rain, sleeping in the open, day and night. Along the way, they braved wind and rain, their shoes soaked with mud and their clothes torn by thorns, but they always supported each other, never wavering. After several days of travel, a bustling town finally came into view. They had hoped to rest there, but the moment they stepped into the town, the scene before them was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing their expectations and leaving them horrified.
Stepping into the town, a strong, pungent stench of decay assaulted their senses, a nauseating mixture of countless rotting substances. The streets were deserted, devoid of their usual bustling activity, replaced by a deathly silence and despair. Many people lay sprawled on the roadside, their bodies weak and powerless, their eyes filled with pain and helplessness, uttering groans of agony that pierced the hearts of Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen like sharp blades. Each groan was a cry for help, a testament to the fragility of life and the yearning to survive.
After making some inquiries, they learned that a very strange disease was spreading in the area. This disease was extremely virulent and spread rapidly, leaving the city's doctors helpless in the face of this sudden epidemic. They tried various methods but could not find an effective treatment, and could only watch helplessly as the patients struggled in pain and their conditions worsened day by day.
Seeing this, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen didn't hesitate for a moment. Their eyes revealed determination and resolve, and without a word, they threw themselves into treating the patients. They knew that every second was precious, and every second wasted could mean the loss of more lives. The two moved among the patients, carefully examining each one's symptoms, not missing any subtle changes. Sometimes they bent down to observe the patients' complexion and tongue coating, sometimes they gently touched their pulse to sense changes in their condition. Every movement was filled with focus and patience, as if everything around them was irrelevant.
After examining all the patients' symptoms, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen gathered together to discuss and exchange ideas. They combined their medical knowledge to analyze the symptoms of this strange disease in depth. After a heated discussion, they finally discovered that it was an extremely rare mixed epidemic caused by a combination of multiple pathogens. Ordinary treatments were ineffective; only a special herbal formula could cure it.
To find the herbs to treat the plague as quickly as possible, the two decided to split up. Dongfang Wan'er headed towards the mountains east of the town, while Ye Jiuchen rushed to the mountains west of it. The mountains were dense with trees and overgrown with thorns, making every step extremely difficult. Dongfang Wan'er traversed the forest, her hands cut and bleeding from the thorns, but she ignored the pain, her eyes fixed on the ground, not missing a single corner where herbs might grow. Sometimes she crouched down, carefully examining each plant; sometimes she parted the undergrowth, searching for herbs hidden within. Sweat soaked her clothes, streaming down her face, but she never stopped moving forward.
Ye Jiuchen's situation was equally dire. He encountered a sudden downpour in the mountains, making the path even more slippery and muddy. He fell several times, but each time he quickly got up and continued onward. While searching for herbs, he also encountered some ferocious wild animals, but he successfully avoided their attacks through his courage and wisdom. After a grueling search, the two finally found the necessary medicinal herbs in the mountains, and with their bountiful harvest, they hurried back to town.
Upon returning to town, they didn't rest but immediately set up a medicine stove and began brewing herbal medicine. Steam rose from the stove, filling the air with a rich medicinal aroma. While brewing the medicine, they explained disease prevention knowledge to the people, telling them how to prevent the spread of disease and how to maintain personal hygiene. The people gathered around them, listening attentively, their eyes filled with gratitude and trust.
As the herbal medicine was continuously distributed, the patients began to take it. A miracle occurred: those who had been groaning in pain gradually improved after taking the medicine. Their complexions became rosy, and their strength gradually returned; they were no longer as weak and powerless as before. Seeing the patients' recovery, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen smiled with relief; they knew their efforts had not been in vain.
As the patients gradually recovered, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen's reputation spread throughout the town. People praised them highly, calling them "miracle doctors." However, they did not become arrogant or complacent, nor did they stop their efforts to help others. When they heard that a neighboring town was also ravaged by disease, they only rested briefly before packing their bags and setting off for the neighboring town. Their steps were firm and powerful, their eyes revealing their determination and belief in helping more people. In their hearts, treating patients and relieving their suffering was their lifelong mission, and no matter how many difficulties and dangers lay ahead, they would forge ahead bravely and never retreat.
The moment Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen stepped wearily into the neighboring town, a thick and heavy sense of oppression overwhelmed them like a tidal wave, making their breathing difficult. This oppressive atmosphere far surpassed that of the town they had visited before, like a huge leaden stone weighing heavily on their hearts. A chilling aura of death permeated the streets and alleys, as if every breath of air was telling of the suffering and despair that had been endured here. Many houses had white banners hanging high at their doors, fluttering weakly in the wind, making a rustling sound like the sobs of the deceased, announcing the passing of lives and casting a desolate shadow over the entire town.