txolops Chapter 26 Are you still there?
Chapter 26 Are you still there?
"Dr. Luo, your medicine works! It really works!"
Overjoyed, Han Zhang rushed into the pharmacy, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow, and hurriedly reported the good news to Luo Qianqiu.
They thought they were just going to join Doctor Luo in one last crazy attempt, since they had failed in every previous attempt and the epidemic in Fuqing City had not been alleviated.
This time, Doctor Luo said it was definitely possible, and although he said he believed it, he didn't really have any hope in his heart.
But who could have imagined that this attempt would yield such a pleasant surprise?
In just a few days, not only was the rapid deterioration of those patients brought under control, but the number of deaths was also greatly reduced.
Now, apart from those who are already terminally ill, everyone else has shown improvement, and some patients' symptoms are almost gone.
He had resigned himself to dying there, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better.
He didn't have to die, Fuqing City was saved, and the people were saved too.
But when he rushed over to Luo Qianhua, Luo Qianhua's hand was on the table, and she looked like she was about to lose her balance.
Not only was his skin pale, but his breathing also seemed extremely rapid, as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment.
"Old Master Luo!" He rushed forward to help Luo Qianhua up and carefully helped him to a chair to sit down.
"Don't overwork yourself. Fuqing City still needs you. Please take care of your health. You should rest first, and let others do the rest."
"I'm not dead yet, let me do a little more."
"Elder Luo, listen to me, Fuqing City cannot do without you now!"
Han Zhang forcibly helped Luo Qianhua to a chair and sat down before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Lord Han, what's the situation outside?" Gasping for breath, Luo Qianhua slumped into a chair and stared blankly at the busy figures.
"Dr. Luo, it's all better! Those patients are really starting to get better; some are almost fully recovered!"
"That's good, that's good!" The patient's symptoms were improving, and his medicine was working. This was like a shot of adrenaline injected into everyone's body.
Life is in sight, and everyone is working desperately hard. Even those who are exhausted are gritting their teeth and persevering.
Looking at the scars on her wrist, Luo Qianqiu sighed slowly.
"Lord Han, I have already taught them the methods of medicine making. Even without me, they can do it very well."
"Dr. Luo, what's wrong with you...?"
A sense of panic welled up in his heart; these words sounded so much like a dying wish.
"Dr. Luo, you have succeeded! The plague in Fuqing City will soon be over. Please take care of yourself; everything will be alright."
"I know, but I'm afraid I won't live to see that day!" Sitting in the chair, Luo Qianhua's symptoms did not seem to have improved; in fact, they seemed to have worsened.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, his vision seemed to darken, and he felt dizzy.
"What do you mean by that?" Han Zhang stepped forward and tightly grasped Luo Qianhua's hand, saying with extreme anxiety, "Dr. Luo, you've always been in excellent health; you'll be perfectly fine!"
"Please rest for a while. We already know how to prepare the medicine, so please trust us and let us handle the rest."
"Yes, you've done enough. You don't even need this old man like me anymore."
"Elder Luo, what you're saying is unbelievable. Fuqing City can't function without you here. Wait, what's going on?"
The next moment, Han Zhang suddenly bristled.
"How did you get a wound on your wrist?"
He wanted to comfort Luo Qianhua, but when he held Luo Qianhua's hand, his sleeve drooped down, revealing Luo Qianhua's arm and the wound on his wrist.
The wound had just scabbed over; it was definitely a new wound.
"Dr. Luo, who is it? Who dares to lay a hand on you? I will take their life!"
"Nobody laid a hand on me!" Pulling her arm back, Luo Qianhua smiled and shook her head. "I inflicted this wound myself!"
"Elder Luo, why is this?"
"Lord Han, do you know how this medicine is made?"
Looking at the crowd still busy over there, Luo Qianhua revealed a relaxed smile, a kind of relaxation that came from completely letting go of the burden.
"Those medicines can't actually cure the disease; only with the addition of my blood can it work. My blood is the best medicinal ingredient!"
"How...how is this possible?"
"Why not? I started learning to read at the age of three and began learning medicine from my grandfather at the age of five. I have tasted all kinds of herbs since I was a child. Over the decades, I have handled countless medicinal materials, and my blood has long been filled with countless medicinal powers."
"That's why, despite so many people contracting the disease, I was the only one who was unharmed."
Letting out a long sigh, Luo Qianhua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He felt a little dizzy and his vision was blurry.
If he hadn't been holding on, he probably would have fainted at any moment. As a doctor, he knew these were symptoms of excessive blood loss.
"Some time ago, I tried countless methods, but they all failed. This epidemic came so quickly and suddenly. All the methods, conventional and unconventional, were ineffective."
"Even I, an old man, contracted the disease. I thought I would not survive like my apprentice, but unexpectedly, my health improved rapidly."
"I knew it was my blood that had helped me fight off this disease. That's why I came up with this method in a daze."
At this point, Luo Qianhua chuckled softly, as if she were talking about something she was extremely proud of.
"Using my blood as a medicinal guide, along with carefully prepared herbs, should be effective."
"As it turns out, I was right!"
"Elder Luo!" He was at a loss for words. He never imagined that the medicine that could cure the disease would be Elder Luo's blood.
"Lord Han, now that my blood has proven useful, it is time to rely on me."
"I have lost too much blood and have very little strength left. Please continue to help me bleed."
"No, absolutely not! Elder Luo, if this continues, you..."
"I know, I'm a doctor, how could I not know?"
"Old Luo, you're a miracle doctor. It's just blood loss, nothing serious." Han Zhang quickly reassured Luo Qianhua, fearing the old man might go crazy again.
"You should get some medicine and rest. You'll be fine."
"No!" Shaking his head, Luo Qianhua said, panting heavily, "I'm already depleted of my essence and blood. Have you thought about how long it will take for my body to recover?"
"One month? Three months? Can the people of Fuqing City afford to wait? Can those who are dying of illness wait?"
"Besides, I am an old and frail man, no longer a young man. I have lost too much blood, and even if I don't die here, I won't live much longer."
"Rather than this, I'd rather save more people. If I can die on the road saving lives, my life will have been worthwhile!"
"Lord Han, I hope you will agree!"
"No, absolutely not!" He shook his head with absolute certainty; he could not agree to this method under any circumstances.
"Sigh!" Luo Qianhua sighed softly before saying, "Then I'd like to rest by myself for a while, Lord Han, is that alright?"
"Alright, alright, then Elder Luo, please get some rest and don't do anything foolish again."
"The people of Fuqing City still need you! We've come here to serve you!"
"No need, I understand. I won't do anything foolish!" Chong Hanzhang waved his hand, firmly refusing the suggestion to have someone come and serve him, and even breaking free from his support.
Luo Qianhua then slowly walked into the house and closed the door.
Watching Luo Qianhua close the door, Han Zhang stamped his foot anxiously and immediately went to find someone to discuss countermeasures. He absolutely couldn't let Luo Qianhua do anything rash.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Luo Qianhua, while still conscious, desperately tried to communicate with the voice in her mind.
Are you still there?