Lu Hualiang suddenly spoke up.
The driver, Yang Li, subconsciously slammed the brakes.
He really wanted to say that you couldn’t stop the car in this part of the road...
However, that was as far as he dared to think.
The cars following behind wanted to honk their horns, but seeing this kind of luxury car worth hundreds of millions, they all tactfully chose to take a detour.
Whoever could afford such a car was probably not someone they could afford to mess with.
A nearby traffic officer had wanted to come over to write a ticket, but upon glancing at the license plate number, he instantly feigned ignorance.
Better not to provoke them.
After the car had stopped, Lu Hualiang did not give any further instructions, which made Yang Li somewhat puzzled.
From the rearview mirror, he saw that Lu was turning his head, looking outside with a grim expression.
Yang Li’s heart trembled with apprehension; that look, that only happened with matters concerning the young mistress.
So Yang Li surreptitiously turned his head to look at the square outside.
On the big screen of the square, the news of the Qinghua Village epidemic, which had been causing an uproar, was playing.
In the footage, a woman in a white outfit with two suitcases charged into Qinghua Village, creating a somewhat chaotic scene.
The lady in white wore a mask and thick-framed glasses, and moreover, the lenses were reflective, completely obscuring her eyes.
She was covered up so tightly, it was very mysterious.
Although it was hard to understand why someone would barge into an area struck with an epidemic, the master wouldn’t get angry about this, would he?
Unless, that woman was Xia Weibao!
Yang Li’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest in fright!
Had that woman gone mad?
Right now, everyone wished to stay far away from Qinghua Village, yet she actually ran inside to court death!
Xia Weibao walked on a lifeless street, without seeing a single living soul on her way.
Those who hadn’t caught the epidemic had all run outside to protest, and nobody dared to stay in the village for fear of infection.
And those who were infected were hiding in their homes, suffering.
As she ventured deeper, she indeed saw several corpses lying unattended.
Doctors in isolation suits had come in to deal with the dead bodies originally, but after the village was sealed off last night, the residents rioted and started attacking anyone they saw coming in.
Therefore, no one dared to come in to handle the bodies anymore.
Because of this, the village bore a closer resemblance to a mass burial ground.
After about fifteen minutes, she finally saw a living person.
He was infected, his face covered with pustules and his body filled with blood vessels.
Perhaps it was too itchy; he kept scratching his skin, leaving trails of scratch marks.
Pustules on his face were also broken, oozing pus, which was extremely disgusting.
As a doctor, having seen even more disgusting diseases, Xia Weibao was not particularly bothered by this sight.
She walked over to inspect the man’s symptoms.
It had to be said that the glasses Hepburn had provided were very useful, fitted with a special reflective film. Others couldn’t see her eyes, but to her, they seemed transparent and did not affect her vision at all.
The man saw a slender woman standing in front of him and looked at her with some curiosity.
She was not from the village; the villagers did not have that kind of presence.
Even though he couldn’t see her face, he felt that she was beautiful.
She was dressed in a white outfit, unlike the armed police from outside.
So who exactly was she?
The man asked, puzzled.
His voice was very weak; it was clear that his condition was very bad, his eyes somewhat vacant, probably near the end of his life.
From his body, it was impossible to feel a trace of vitality.
The people infected with the epidemic were in great pain and didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed.
He stood at the door, probably wanting to see the sunlight one last time.