Chapter 880： Transit (2)

The bell rang a crisp sound. Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties walked from the racecourse until he stopped at a distance of three or four feet from the fence. He shouted at the team: "I do n’t know, Master Hong What's the call for Xiaojun to come? "

After Hong team introduced the identity and intention of the three people in Nangong, Yao Guan looked sincere and frightened, and saluted: "I have seen the grandfather, the county master, and Taiyi Wu." There was a glimmer of hope in his dim and dim eyes. Since the doctor came, does it mean they have been saved?

Nan Gongyu and others put on a mask to cover their nose and mouth, wrapped their hair, and wore a specially brought jacket, then signaled that the Hong team was opening the gate of the fence, and entered the racetrack with Yao Guan.

Nangong Yan walked and said, "Yao steward, where are those patients now?"

"It's been moved to the back of the racecourse." Yao Guan said respectfully.

"Then take us to see it first."

Yao Guan looked at them and stopped talking, and finally shook his head and sighed, and took them away.

There are more than a dozen rooms in the back cover of the racecourse. It was originally the residence of some people on the racecourse, but now it has become a place of isolation.

The doors and windows of each room were locked deadly, and even through a mask, the nasty stench passed into Nangong's nose. How can such an environment live, let alone these people are still sick. No wonder the illness is spreading so fast!

Maybe I heard the voice, guessing that Yao Guanshi brought people, and the people in several rooms began to slap on the door panel, and screamed in fear:

"Administrator Yao, help us!"

"Find us a doctor."

"I don't want to die!"

"..."

Yao Guanshi explained busyly: "Secretary of the world, the lord of the county, Taiyi Wu, it's not that he didn't find a doctor for them, it is ..." Moreover, this epidemic is terminally ill, and which doctor is willing to come? Not to mention these patients, even Yao Yao himself did not know when he would contract the disease.

"Old man understands." Taiyi Wu nodded heavily. "But their current environment is too bad. This will only accelerate the deterioration of the disease ..." Following Taiyi Wu and Yao Guanshi talked about a series of precautions and precautions for the epidemic, Yao Guanshi nodded in earnest.

Later, Taiyi Wu wanted to open the door and check the condition of these patients himself, but was stopped by Xiao Yi. He listened to Xiao Yi and said, "... As soon as you open the door, they will rush out of it. No one can stop it, can you imagine what the consequences would be? "

The people detained here were almost waiting for death to come in despair. The arrival of Taiyi Wu was arguably the only hope in the dark. Once the door is opened, these people who are suppressed to the extreme are crazy enough to live, and under the madness, no one knows what they will do.

Taiyi Wu sighed a long time, admitting that he was right, but he had no choice but to dispel his mind.

In fact, from the description of Yao Guanshi, we can judge that the symptoms of these patients are not different from those in the hunting palace. The only clue left now is the horse!

Taiyi Wu ordered Yao Guanshi to take them to the stables, followed Nangong Yan and asked, "Yao Guanshi, do you remember when the first horse was sick?"

After thinking about it carefully, Mr. Yao answered, "That's at least a month."

Nangong Yu asked, "So before the horse became ill, what happened to the horse farm?"