Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 610 The Second Wave of Plague

   "Is that little mouse the source of the plague?" The fool still couldn't believe it, "When was Baomu infected?"

"Baomu is different from us," said the Taoist chief. "Baomu has five senses and can feel a lot of things that we can't feel. I guess that Baomu has been infected at the southern end of Wuyu Town. "

  Indeed, Baomu started coughing and sneezing from then on.

  At the time, they thought that Baomu had just been chilled by the night breeze.

  "Poor Baomu..." Qin Yin stroked two hands of Baomu's hair infrequently. Baomu had never seen Qin Yin's gentle side, and his face was scared.

   "Why don't we just catch that mouse?"

   Hearing Luo Jiutian’s question, Wen Lingxian shook her head. She folded her hands in front of her, staring her eyes and making a "Da Ba" gesture.

   "By the way, how is that person?" Xiaolan finally thought of the person lying in front of the car.

   "He is a drunk man," the fool said while reversing, "we left him a warning sign...no matter what he is, who told him to drink too much, he deserves it."

  The car passed around the drunk who was asleep with a warning sign on him, and continued towards the hospital.

  The closer to the hospital, the more cars on the road.

  The lobby on the first floor of the hospital was crowded with people. Although there were many patients, everyone did not seem to be serious.

  Maybe because this is just the first wave of plague.

  A group of people lined up with Baomu for registration. People who were coughing with the registration slip passed by from time to time. Qin Yin put Xiaolan's mask over her face, anxiously guarding other patients.

  After hanging up the number, everyone went straight to the respiratory department.

  There are also queues at the entrance of the clinic. The screen on the triage table shows that there are more than 30 patients in front of Baomu.

  It seems that the influence of that little mouse is really not small.

  The doctor sees a doctor much faster than they thought. About an hour later, it was Baomu's turn.

  Baomu walked into the consulting room.

   "Oh, I'm still a little worried," Qin Yin shook his legs a few times, "Bao Mu, this little guy has no resistance."

   Xiaolan patted Qin Yin's hand, "It must be fine."

   "Really? How did you know Xiaolan?"

   "I... uh, I just comfort you."

  "...You melon baby..."

  The conversation between the two was not over yet, with a squeak, the door of the consulting room opened, and Baomu walked out in a daze with the medical record sheet.

   "Why did it end so soon?" Qin Yin stepped forward first.

   Baomu looked down at the medical record, "Said I have a cold."

   "Cold?" Luo Jiutian turned his head to identify the cursive script on the medical record, and then gave up, "How could it be just a cold? Did you tell the doctor all the symptoms? Including the one you vomited..."

   "I said everything," Baomu was a little dazed and aggrieved. "The doctor said that it is normal to have a cold and vomit."

   "What kind of doctor is this? Where is the vomiting? You let go, I'll go in and ask him..." Qin Yin said, he was about to rush into the consulting room.

  However, before Qin Yin’s riot in the respiratory department began, a roar broke out in the consulting room.

  "What are you kidding?! I'm not having a cold!"

  The crowd waiting outside the door whispered.

   "Yes! The doctor also said that I had a cold, but it was obvious that I..."

   "I am also me..."

   "Where is the cold like this?"

   "I think this might be..."

  The door exploded with a rough roar, "This is the plague!"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone who was waiting for the consultation couldn't calm down.

  Baomu was guarded by his companions, looking around at a loss, the Taoist patted him on the back and nodded slightly, "Don't worry."

   Then, with a bang, the wooden door of the consulting room opened from the inside, no, it was more like being kicked open.

  A sturdy man walked out angrily. He pointed to the consulting room and asked the others in the waiting room loudly, "Did he also say that you have a cold?"

  The crowds waiting for treatment echoed the echoes of all sizes.

  The doctor in a white coat waved his hands and walked out the door, "This patient..."

   "I've been to three **** hospitals, and they all told me this one!" The man's finger was almost poking the doctor's nose, "You **** colluded, right?!"

   "Security!" The doctor said to the scared nurse standing aside, "Go down and call for security!"

   "Fart! I..."

  The man slammed a punch, and everyone was in an uproar. The fool was still quick-eyed and grabbed the man's wrist. The man's arm, which was thicker than Xiaolan's leg, could not move like this.

   "Brother, calm down," the fool said calmly, "You can't beat anyone no matter what."

  The most important thing is that if something happens, it will be very troublesome for them.

  The doctor crouched and began to defend. Seeing that the fist hadn't fallen on him, the doctor gave the fool gratefully, and he raised his head as if he wanted to say something to the fool.

  But before that sentence was said, the doctor made a strange whimper in his throat. He pulled off his mask abruptly and vomited it on the ground.

  The red and black liquid spread and climbed on the ground, and the waiting room was shocked, and the nurse standing by screamed.

  It's over.

   Xiaolan looked back at her partner. Through their eyes, Xiaolan knew that their thoughts were the same as her own.

  Even the doctor is dead, so what are you looking for?

  Before this farce broke out completely, several people escaped from the respiratory department. When they went downstairs, the security and nurses in the lobby on the first floor were running upstairs, and the whole hospital was messed up.

  They ran back to the car, Baomu was still a bit hesitant to buy some cold medicine according to the doctor's advice, and Qin Yin was so angry that he poked his head several times.

  Everyone seated in the car, before breathing their breath, Wen Ling suddenly yelled, "Look!"

  She pointed her finger on the car window, and through the car glass, they saw a small black-gray object.

  A gray mouse is standing on its feet by the flowerbed at the entrance of the hospital, with its small green eyes staring at the hospital hall.

  The mouse's beard trembled, his mouth moved, and then he grinned left and right.

   seemed to show a smile.

   "Hold the sun," the fool was stunned, "Is it laughing?"

  I don’t know if it was laughing, but they were frightened. This slap-sized gadget and the mocking gaze from those green eyes all made them feel a chill in their stomachs.

   "We...what are we going to do?" Luo Jiutian looked at the Daoist Chief with a broken face.

  Dao Master stared at the mouse. After a while, he opened his mouth, "Grab it."

  Suddenly, the mouse turned to look over as if he had heard their conversation.

  It saw them.

  Although there was a privacy film on the car window, they confirmed that it had seen it.

  That's not the look in the eyes of animals.

  The mouse's beard moved, and in the next second, it turned into a black shadow and plunged into the darkness.

  (End of this chapter)