The others saw her , and were all struck as if by lightning.
The village chief was especially devastated, "Dr. Weiliang, don’t tell me you might have..."
When Xia Weibao took off her nurse shoes, she indeed saw several dense, red blood vessels spreading up from the soles of her feet...
She quickly put her shoes back on and ran out the door.
The village chief was the first to react, instinctively wanting to chase after her.
"None of you come any closer!" Xia Weibao threw out these words and disappeared without a trace.
Hot tears flowed once again in the village chief’s murky eyes—what a disaster! Not only had his villagers met with misfortune, but they had now also implicated their benefactor!
All the other patients’ eyes reddened.
If their savior died because of them, even death wouldn’t grant them peace.
Xia Weibao ran outside, grabbed a bunch of medicine from the car, and then went to the kitchen to lock herself in.
The medicine sent by Zhuang Xuejun had already arrived. She had turned off her phone to sleep, and Yan Fei, unable to contact her, let it go.
With the new supply of medicine, her research on the prescription became a lot easier.
Though getting infected was an accident, it wasn’t entirely bad.
Before, she was only treating the symptoms, not truly understanding the feeling, overlooking many things.
But now that she herself was infected, completely understanding the suffering, she could treat the illness more effectively.
It was very itchy, unbearably so all over her body.
Small blisters started forming on her face, and they spread at a visible pace, gradually turning into pustules.
So itchy, really so itchy, the itchiness made her unable to calm down.
She took off her mask and glasses, sometimes rubbing with the back of her hand, and when she couldn’t resist anymore, she would scratch a little.
She couldn’t scratch the pustules; otherwise, they would spread even faster.
After brewing the medicine once, she tried it herself, but after drinking, she felt no relief.
There was no choice but to start again.
As she was getting anxious, someone pushed open the kitchen door.
Thinking it was the village chief and the others, she quickly turned her back, her tone somewhat stern, "Didn’t I tell you not to come in? Are you treating my words as empty air?"
A sound of the door closing followed from behind her, and then footsteps approached her.
That familiar pace...
Xia Weibao covered her face with her hands, "Get out!"
She didn’t want him to see her .
Her face covered in pustules, she didn’t want to leave such a revolting impression on him.
Lu Hualiang turned her body around.
Xia Weibao kept her hands firmly over her face and looked down all the while, "You should leave quickly, you’ll get infected!"
"There’s something that I was supposed to say at our wedding, but we never had a ceremony, so I’ve owed it to this point.
I, Lu Hualiang, take Xia Weibao to be my wife, from this day on, to have and to hold, to support each other, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish each other, even unto death shall not part us."
Xia Weibao’s heart was moved, her eyes stung, and tears slipped through her fingers.
"You should go first; you might get infected."
"Come with me, I will hire the best doctors in the world to treat you."
"No need, I can handle it. Now that I know the symptoms myself, just give me a little more time, and I’ll be able to write the prescription. Please, go out."
Lu Hualiang pursed his lips, "I’ll stay with you."
"I don’t need you to stay; please go out. What if you also..."
What if he got infected too? What would she do then?
She wasn’t afraid for herself, but she feared for him.
"Didn’t you say you were sure to write the prescription? If so, it doesn’t matter whether I leave or not. You’re my wife; if we get infected, we’ll do it together."
Xia Weibao began to sob, her body trembling.
Lu Hualiang pulled her into his arms, "Don’t be afraid, I’m with you."