As soon as these words came out, everyone in the place was shocked. Aru turned around and rushed in. At this time, he could not stop him. Dr. Zhu's wife rushed in immediately, and everyone else also went in with a cheer.

There were only two men left in the hall for a while.

The two looked at each other.

"Brother, what should I do?" someone whispered.

"Since Mrs. Qi said she won't take him away, then we will never let these people take him away." Another one gritted his teeth and said.

"Just keep talking about taking medicine like this?" The first one said in a low voice, "Is that okay?"

"You have to do it even if you don't do it!" the man said.

The two nodded solemnly and stood on the left and right beside the backyard door, like two door gods guarding it firmly.

People poured into the backyard, but were still stopped.

"Don't let them come near!" Aru shouted with raised eyebrows.

Hu San immediately led people to line up in a row to block the incoming people.

Aru did not rush into the ward, but rushed into the sterilization room nearby and quickly came out wearing surgical clothes.

Her outfit shocked everyone in the yard who was not a Qianjintang person.

"What is this for?" someone couldn't help asking.

"This can isolate the infection of germs." Zhang Tong said loudly, "Masks, hats, gloves and boots, because the patient's excrement is very likely to be contagious, so you must use these to cover yourself to prevent infection."

Infectious they know.

"The book records that the dead rat disease in southern Yunnan was transmitted from person to person just by talking to each other..." A doctor said in a low voice.

Wang Qingchun was furious.

"Shut up! What are you talking about! Is this rat disease?" he shouted sternly.

If this was really a rat disease, then none of them would survive...

In less than three days, the entire Yongqing Mansion will become a dead city...

The people present suddenly became quiet.

"Nonsense, this is just a bad stomach, what kind of plague!" Wang Qingchun was furious, and he walked towards the house, "I want to see if I will die if I pass by like this!"

When he stepped forward, the doctors around him stopped him.

"My lord, you can't do that."

"Sir, let's wait and see..."

Hearing such words, Wang Qingchun was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.

Does this mean these doctors care about him?

fart!

This shows that these doctors actually believe that woman’s words!!

What a bastard!

What a coward!

This scared me!

Wang Qingchun struggled angrily and finally threw away the doctors and rushed over.

Dr. Zhu's wife, who had come to her senses here, was also crying and wanted to go over.

"Daddy, please don't abandon us..." she shouted.

Hu San and others stopped him firmly.

"How could no one be around you before you closed your eyes? You won't die in peace, Qianjintang, you are committing evil!" Dr. Zhu's wife cried.

"Are you sure you want to go in?" Zhang Tong asked through gritted teeth.

"Nonsense!" Dr. Zhu's wife cried.

"Come here, disinfect her and change her isolation gown." Zhang Tong shouted.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Brother." The disciples hesitated with some doubts.

"Let her take a look, otherwise she won't believe us." Zhang Tong said, "We are saving people. I don't want people to think that we are killing people anymore. I don't want Master to be questioned like this for their own good."

!”

When he said these words, Dr. Zhu's wife stopped crying slightly.

"Are you sure you want to go in?" Zhang Tong looked at her and asked in a deep voice.

Dr. Zhu's wife felt a little timid when he spoke so solemnly.

"I want to go in." Wang Qingchun said first and stepped over, "Don't talk nonsense to me. As a medical judge, I am qualified to judge the patient's condition. I can't let you Qianjintang say whatever I say!"

Zhang Tong nodded.

"Okay." He said, stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

He got out of the way, and the other disciples also got out of the way, but the one who shouted to come in at first hesitated.

Is it really... contagious?

Wang Qingchun gritted his teeth and walked towards the disinfection room.

Hu San sneered when he saw this, while Zhang Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm scared. If you have the guts, don't wear an isolation suit." Hu San sneered.

Wang Qingchun was so angry that he really wanted to rush into that ward, but...

In the end, he just pretended not to hear.

He took the lead, and Dr. Zhu's wife also followed. Two or three more doctors hesitated for a moment, and finally followed her out of curiosity.

After putting on their clothes and enduring the discomfort, several people entered the ward.

Aru and others had already heard what was said outside, so they were not surprised and kept busy on their own.

This was the first time that everyone had seen the ward created by Qianjintang. Except for Dr. Zhu’s wife, who only looked at her husband, everyone else couldn’t help but look around with wide eyes.

What is that? A hanging porcelain vase? A copper pipe?

"We still need to cool down." A disciple said.

Aru nodded and poured water into a towel to wipe the armpits of the unconscious man on the bed.

Wang Qingchun and others took a few steps forward again, their expressions darkening.

For them, such patients don’t need to check their pulse to know...

Wang Qingchun snorted.

"Why are you doing all these fancy things? Aren't you going to give me medicine right now?" He said coldly, "Someone come and take the person away."

"Yes, yes, it won't work if I delay it any longer." A doctor agreed.

"Why delay it any longer? I don't think this will work..." Some doctors muttered, "It's just a matter of half a day."

As soon as these words came out, Dr. Zhu's wife immediately collapsed beside the bed, grabbed Dr. Zhu's arm and started crying.

"Master Wang, Master Wang, quickly think of a way to save him." She turned around and cried to Wang Qingchun and others.

The crying and shaking made Dr. Zhu wake up from his coma.

"I...I'm not dead yet..." He murmured, his face darkened and his expression almost lost, and he looked at the roof with a distracted gaze.

Everyone stood over in great joy.

"Doctor Zhu, can you see me clearly? We are here to save you." Wang Qingchun said. Although Dr. Zhu was seriously ill, there were some things that should be said.

Confused? Isn’t this nonsense? Isn’t it you who is harming yourself by delaying treatment?”

"Daddy, I'll take you away right now," the wife shouted.

Dr. Zhu's cloudy eyes suddenly became energetic when he heard these words.

"I...I won't leave..." His hands suddenly grasped the bed, "I...I won't leave..."

The wife was stunned for a moment, thinking that her husband was confused.

"But you will die here." she cried.

"No... not... if... if I were somewhere else... I would be... dead now..." Dr. Zhu gasped, his eyes straightened, "... They get sick quickly, from onset to death... at most... three

God...I...I have survived the third day...Qianjintang...can indeed save me...save me..."

When he said this, he stretched out his hands and grabbed them randomly, with a panicked look on his face.

The disciple on the side reached out and held his hand.

"Yes, we will definitely try our best to save you." He said loudly.
To be continued...