Taking Them to the Hospital

Song Zhou's fingers were slightly cool.

Lu Ao felt that perhaps he was being overly sensitive. Even through a layer of clothing, he could still feel the warmth of Song Zhou's fingers coming through, almost without any pressure.

Just as his thoughts were running wild, Lu Ao's vision blurred. The next second, they had arrived at his farmland.

Before Lu Ao could speak, Song Zhou looked at the rows of vegetables he had planted, admiration appearing in his eyes. "You grow your vegetables well."

"It's all thanks to careful tending."

Lu Ao stared at the weeds in the vegetable patch by his feet, frowning. He had only pulled them two days ago, yet they had already grown back.

The weeds had fully absorbed the fertilizer, each one fat and tender, looking even better than the vegetables he had planted.

Song Zhou followed his gaze to the weeds and chuckled. "Pulling weeds is troublesome?"

Lu Ao complained very seriously, "Extremely troublesome."

Song Zhou smiled again, then suddenly bent down, pressed a hand against the soil, and gave it a gentle sweep.

Lu Ao looked at Song Zhou in confusion, just about to ask a question.

The next moment, all the weeds in the vegetable field withered at once. In mere moments, they had turned into dry grass.

His eyes widened as he looked at the field, then at Song Zhou.

Song Zhou stood up. "You won't need to pull weeds anymore."

Lu Ao could not help taking several more steps forward. As far as he could see, all the weeds had died, while the vegetables seemed to have received some kind of nourishment. Every plant was lush green, plump, and exceptionally tender.

Lu Ao muttered, "This is too incredible."

"It was nothing worth mentioning." Song Zhou looked over the field. "I also cleared out some pests for you. This crop of yours should grow quite well."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Zhou looked at him. "Is there anything else you need to do?"

"Watering..."

Song Zhou smiled. "No need to water them. Let it rain."

As he spoke, Song Zhou looked up at the sky.

The clouds at the horizon had somehow drifted above them, and a light drizzle began to fall.

The rain was not heavy, but it was thoroughly moist.

Its range was even precise enough to surround only the two mu of fields Lu Ao had planted, making things exceptionally convenient.

Lu Ao had originally come to pull weeds and water the crops, but in the end, all he did was watch Song Zhou cast a spell once.

Even long after Song Zhou had left, Lu Ao still could not quite come back to his senses.

It was fully dark by then. Sitting in the courtyard, he let out a breath and faced his true form for the first time.

Could Dragon perhaps do the things Song Zhou could do as well?

With Song Zhou's help, Lu Ao finished his plans ahead of schedule.

After dinner, it was still not even eight, far from his bedtime, so he could spend a little more time on his phone.

Lu Ao remembered the guests at Lin Gongshang's home.

He had been feeling uneasy all along, so he simply sent a message on WeChat: Lin Gongshang, have your guests' fevers gone down?

- No. One of them just got a fever again, thirty-eight degrees.

- City people aren't in very good health. I already had them take fever medicine and go to sleep. Troubled JPG

Lu Ao frowned slightly, suddenly recalling a possibility: Aside from fishing for squid yesterday, what else did they do?

- Nothing.

Lu Ao: Think again.

Lin Gongshang replied blankly: We just fished for squid and ate squid. Oh, right, we also caught a Black Seabream.

Lu Ao asked: Did the Black Seabream injure them?

- Not exactly. They had no experience and tried to grab the Black Seabream with their bare hands. Its dorsal spines pricked them, leaving tiny cuts.

Lu Ao stared at his phone screen and slowly typed: They may have gotten infected. Check whether there are any signs of ulceration on their legs.

- Infected?

- Yes, maybe some kind of marine bacteria. Go check first.

- No problem, I'll go right now!

Taking Them to the Hospital

Having received the instructions, Lin Gongshang did not dare delay and immediately went downstairs to check.

After thinking it over, Lu Ao headed out, drove his three-wheeler, and rushed toward Lin Gongshang's home.

One of the sick guests was named Shi Chen, and the other was Liu Qiming. Both were in their forties or fifties, slightly overweight, with prominent beer bellies.

Perhaps because they were bosses, both had fairly forceful personalities and had not hesitated to order Lin Gongshang around after arriving.

Ordinarily, neither of them seemed like the type to lie in bed all day, yet they had spent the entire day in bed.

The more Lin Gongshang thought about it, the more panicked he became. Sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

He went downstairs and first knocked on Shi Chen's door across from the stairway.

The knock, knock of knocking sounded particularly abrupt in the night.

Shi Chen did not wake up, but Yan Zhengning, who was staying next door, opened his door with a creak, poked his head out, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just checking on him." Getting no response, Lin Gongshang stopped knocking and hurriedly twisted the lock open before pushing the door inside.

The room was quiet and pitch-black, with only the air conditioner's indicator light blinking.

For such a fat man, Shi Chen was not even snoring.

A sense of dread rose in Lin Gongshang's heart. For a moment, he even worried that Shi Chen and the others might die in his home.

With a snap, Lin Gongshang turned on the wall light and called out louder, "Mr. Shi?"

Shi Chen did not move.

Lin Gongshang strode over, lifted the mosquito net, and saw that Shi Chen's face was flushed from fever, his lips gray, and his complexion waxy yellow. Even someone as ignorant of medicine as Lin Gongshang could clearly tell that he was seriously ill.

Lin Gongshang reached out to shake him, calling anxiously, "Mr. Shi?"

Shi Chen still did not respond.

Lin Gongshang stopped caring about propriety and directly lifted his blanket to examine his legs.

Shi Chen wore oversized shorts. Amid his thick, hairy legs, there was no obvious swelling or ulceration, but several red marks could be seen, resembling mosquito bites.

Seeing his series of actions, Yan Zhengning, who had followed him in, felt his heart sink. "What exactly is going on?"

Lin Gongshang's face changed as he hurriedly said, "They may have been infected by marine bacteria. I'm going to check on Mr. Liu."

Without waiting to explain further, he ran straight into Liu Qiming's room next door.

Liu Qiming was in much the same condition as Shi Chen. He had a fever too and could not be awakened.

Yan Zhengning followed behind, uncertainty and alarm flickering in his eyes.

Just as Lin Gongshang was checking on the two men, Lu Ao arrived on his three-wheeler.