No!
Still no!
Silence settled over Luo Xuan and the other three.
After several days of observation, the medicine had shown no obvious effect. Patients had to rely on their own resistance; whether they lived or died was entirely down to luck.
Zhang Zhongjing stroked the Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases in his hands and said, somewhat bewildered, "This plague is no ordinary cold damage. Only a small portion of the patients' symptoms resemble wind-cold. They are both hot and cold-something never heard of or seen before."
Dong Feng and Hua Tuo both remained silent. Luo Xuan pondered, then said, "Our only option now is to go among the patients. If one person's symptoms tell us nothing, we must examine more.
"Everything in this world is ultimately governed by underlying principles.
"An illness is an illness. As long as it is an illness, it can be treated. That is the principle."
His words shocked all three. Go among the patients? Was that not gambling with their lives?
Although they were physicians, they were still mortal flesh and blood, capable of contracting the plague.
There was currently no cure for this plague. Life or death depended entirely on the Mandate of Heaven.
Hua Tuo possessed a physician's compassionate heart, but it had its limits. He still had other aspirations. He immediately said, "Young Master, examining one person is acceptable, but going among them to seek the source of the illness is sheer recklessness. I can assist with other matters, but forgive me for being unable to take part in this."
Zhang Zhongjing asked with some concern, "Young Master.
"Should we discuss this further? Given the present circumstances, the risk involved is simply too great.
"The plague can slip through any opening. If something happens to us, there will be