Chapter 373 (1/2)

The moon is full again.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and the world was hazy and cold.

Standing on the wall of the border city, looking down, you can only see the devastation.

Not to mention the prosperity of the border town in the past, at least there was a lot of noise. At least people walking in twos and threes and merchants could be seen everywhere.

Now there are no people in the streets, and there are cries of sorrow everywhere.

The city is full of bitter medicine, which invades people's nasal cavity and makes people bitter from the tip of their nose to their heart.

For more than a month, although the plague was timely controlled in the city by him and did not spread out, people in the city still died of the plague every day. They used all kinds of treatment methods, such as boiling medicine, fumigation and various methods, but there was no improvement. Today, there was an urgent report that the army in Northern Xinjiang was ready to move. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid the portal of the border city will not be able to hold.

”Muyian?” Lin Yi came over with a medicine bowl.

Having not had a good rest for a month, Lin Yi also became quite embarrassed. His eyebrows were full of fatigue and helplessness. His face was gray and decadent.

”Drink it. Nothing is better than nothing.” This month, he was tired not only of his body, but also of his heart. He was tired and helpless. He could only look at an individual in front of him and see them get sick and die one by one. As a doctor, he had no way to change the current situation except self reproach. He was ashamed and ashamed.

Mu Yi'an drank the medicine and patted him on the shoulder: ”it doesn't matter. We're still alive. We can save them. You have to be confident.”

Lin Yi shook his head: ”the disease spread so fast that almost overnight the whole city fell ill and changed so fast that I couldn't find a way to treat them.”

For the first time in his life, Lin Yi felt such a great pressure, which made him more stressed than he had seen the wrong medicine for Yi Xiaoqiao before. Now he is like a stray bird and can't find his own direction. He doesn't know where he should fly or what he should do to save people. The sense of powerlessness from his heart makes him completely doubt himself.

What Yi Xiaoqiao said is wrong. It's not that he can break through his bondage when he sees the dead, nor that he can really start treating and saving people when he sees the dead. He still can't find the source of the disease or the way to treat them. He's really useless.

Lin Yi thought like this, hung his head and sighed weakly. He was a little fuzzy in front of him.

”You put too much pressure on yourself.” Muian whispered.

”So many people are dead, but I can't do anything. I'm too incompetent.”

”You're like me.” Mu Yi'an looked up at the moon. He once thought that it would only take two years, and he would give Yi Xiaoqiao a peace, but now it seems that this hope is more and more slim. These dead people are like a mountain in his heart, which makes him out of breath: ”Although medical treatment is not my strong point, it seems that I have no responsibility to say, but as the general of this border town, these people are the people I should protect. I am the same as you. Now you and I can do little. We can only try our best to protect the remaining people. Can you understand?”

”Muyian?”

”Lin Yi, you and I have no time to think about those dead people. They have died. For us, there is no more significance except for our heartache. What we should do now is to save the living people, just like these drugs. Look, is it okay for me to take them? I haven't been infected here for so long. Does this mean that your drugs are also effective With? ”

Lin Yi finally raised his head slowly. His face was full of tears, powerless and helpless.

”Lin Yi, I don't have time to comfort you. You have to think about it yourself. If you can't figure it out, I'll never help you.”

Lin Yi wiped the tears off his face: ”I see.”

Mu Yi'an sighed and looked up at the moon. A little warmth flashed in his heart. He stroked his heart: how are you, Little Joe?

Kyoto.

Yi Xiaoqiao stroked his chest. At that moment, he didn't know why he suddenly pounded and disordered his heartstrings.