Several more days passed.
People died in the city every day. The plague grew increasingly severe, and the death toll kept rising.
For a time, everyone feared for their own safety.
Even two of the physicians had contracted the plague.
As the situation worsened, some physicians began thinking of fleeing.
They were only barefoot physicians from a small county town, with little skill to speak of.
Having them treat colds, headaches, and fevers was one thing, but treating a plague?
That really was driving ducks onto a perch, forcing a sow to climb a tree.
"Ah!"
Late at night, Pockmarked Li heaved a deep sigh.
Some of the other physicians had already given up, some were plotting their escape, and others were pretending to be ill...
A benevolent healer!
Pockmarked Li had suffered the misery of illness since childhood, so he deeply understood what those patients were going through.
Conscience was the heart's innate goodness, its benevolence.
In Pockmarked Li's eyes, as a healer,
the greatest reward was often not a silk banner, nor any such material thing.
It was one patient after another recovering, the heartfelt smiles of patients and their families.
But now...
Pockmarked Li rubbed his bleary eyes, a sense of helplessness spreading through his entire body.
Perhaps this was a healer's heartache and helplessness: watching his own patients die before his eyes.
For a healer, this was undoubtedly the greatest blow.
The flame flickered.
Pockmarked Li looked up and broke into a grin.
"You're here too, Brother Li?"
Unlike the others, Pockmarked Li held this blind physician in great respect.
The reason was that, while the other physicians sighed and discussed how to protect themselves,
only Li Ping'an devoted himself to finding a prescription.
Li Ping'an said, "The moonlight is lovely. I thought I'd come out