Chapter 137

Xiao Han walked in the wilderness for another hour, still not encountering anyone.

"As expected, the undeveloped ancient times really have lush greenery everywhere!" Xiao Han put his hands on his hips, panting slightly, "Walking for so long without seeing a single village!"

Xiao Han looked around, and saw smoke rising not far away on the mountain across from him.

"Ah, finally I see some hope!"

After walking for another half an hour, he finally arrived at the smoking place.

Xiao Han looked at the three big words written on a large rock: [Lianhua Village]

"Lianhua Village...Lianhua Village?!"

Xiao Han suddenly realized that this was the village Liu Liu had told them about before!

The last treasure map was very likely in this village!

Xiao Han jumped up happily, "Hahahaha, is this my blessing in disguise?"

After entering the village and walking for a while, Xiao Han faintly heard a commotion.

He followed the sound and saw a group of villagers gathered on a stone dam, arguing about something.

"Don't be alarmist, our village has been fine for decades, how could it possibly be a plague?" said an old man.

Among the crowd was a man in a wheelchair wearing white and a man in gray holding a sword standing next to him.

"That's right, where are you from? Lianhua Village does not welcome you!"

"Stop talking nonsense here, get out of Lianhua Village quickly!"

"Our village is self-sufficient, with food and clothing, almost isolated from the world. Where are you from?! What's your purpose?" ......

Yuan Zhan could not stand to listen anymore and stepped forward to scold: "Extremely ignorant! The young master is a divine doctor. If you don't get treated in time, I'm afraid everyone in the village will die and go to the underworld!"

"Nonsense divine doctor! It's just a common cold. If it really was a plague, why are we fine?" "Oh, that's simple. Some diseases have incubation periods! It's not like symptoms appear immediately!" A loud voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Everyone looked for the voice, and saw a dirty faced man standing among the crowd.

When the man in white heard Xiao Han's words, he also looked over, and his eyes met Xiao Han’s directly.

Seeing his white clothes without a speck of dust, sitting in a wheelchair, holding a folding fan in his hand, gentle appearance but with the temperament of a graceful gentleman.

At this time, people close by took a closer look at Xiao Han and realized he didn't look very tall, his clothes didn't seem to fit very well, and they didn't recognize him, so they couldn't help but wonder: "Who is this guy? How come we've never seen him in the village?"

Xiao Han drew back his gaze and saw so many people staring at him. He couldn't help but laugh embarrassedly, "Uh, I'm just...passing by."

When the crowd heard he was another outsider, their expressions darkened.

"Our village does not welcome outsiders, please leave, all three of you!" said the old man who had spoken earlier.

"Isn't that going too far? An entire village being xenophobic?!" Xiao Han complained.

Yuan Zhan glared at Xiao Han warningly. Xiao Han immediately covered his mouth.

Alright, he shouldn't be talking while someone is treating patients.

Just then, an anxious voice came from the crowd, "Father! What's wrong with you? Father!"

Next to Xiao Han, an old man suddenly collapsed to the ground, breathing rapidly, accompanied by coughing as his chest heaved violently.

Xiao Han immediately squatted down to check on the old man.

"What are you doing? Don't touch my father!" Xiao Han was pushed away by a girl next to him and fell to the ground.

"Uncle Zhong, please come see what's wrong with my father!" The girl anxiously shouted.

Uncle Zhong was the village doctor. He knew a little medical knowledge.

The other villagers also immediately surrounded them, squeezing Xiao Han out completely. He wasn't able to get up in time and got stepped on by someone.

Xiao Han held his trampled foot, grimacing in pain, "...What's with these people?!"

"Are you alright?"

A gentle voice reached his ears. Xiao Han looked up holding his foot to see the man in white had already wheeled his chair over.

"Bro, do I look alright to you?" Xiao Han said with a pained expression.

"......"

Yuan Zhan actually looked at Xiao Han with some contempt. What a drama queen, it was just a stepped foot. Did he have to exaggerate like that?

After holding his foot for a while, the pain gradually faded away for Xiao Han. At this time, Zhong's voice came from the crowd, "High fever, breathing difficulties, coughing. His symptoms are almost identical to Old Liu's."

Hearing this, the other villagers were dead silent.

"How could this be? My father has always been quite healthy, just the occasional cough. He was fine just yesterday!" Liu Yan's eyes were red with anxiety.

"I said some diseases have incubation periods! He just happened to show symptoms today!" Xiao Han inserted from not far away.

The man in white glanced at Xiao Han, then wheeled his chair over and gently said, "If you don't mind, I can take a look at him."

Liu Yan looked at the man in white and didn't immediately agree. It was this person who had said her grandfather's illness was likely a plague that could be contagious, but she and her father didn't believe it.

She looked at Zhong, then around at the villagers. Some had already unconsciously kept their distance from her.

"Liu Yan... why don't you let this gentleman take a look at your father?" Zhong said.

Liu Yan didn't have much choice. She politely said to the man in white, "Then I'll have to trouble you."

The man in white sent out a golden thread from his hand, wrapping around the old man's wrist.

"Wow! Taking the pulse with thread?! Awesome!" When Xiao Han saw this, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Yuan Zhan glared at Xiao Han warningly again. Xiao Han immediately covered his mouth.

Alright, he shouldn't be disturbing someone treating patients.

In just a short while, the man in white retracted the golden thread and said to Yuan Zhan beside him: "Yuan Zhan, give me the silver needles."

Yuan Zhan immediately took out a cloth bag from his clothes. When he opened it, there were all kinds of large silver needles stuck inside.

The man in white took out a silver needle and inserted it into several acupoints on the old man's body.

In just a short while, the old man's breathing gradually returned to normal.

Everyone watching this scene was surprised.

"Father, how do you feel now?" Liu Yan hurriedly asked.

The old man weakly said, "Much better..."

"This disease is contagious. It's best to isolate the sick." said the man in white.

The villagers next to him subconsciously stepped back again, fearing they would be infected.

"Don't think that just because you don't show symptoms means you haven't been infected. What this young brother said is right, some of you may have already been infected but the symptoms just haven't appeared yet." The man in white added, "So for now everyone should avoid going out if possible. If you discover symptoms, report them in a timely manner."

Everyone looked towards an old man. He was quite prestigious in the village. They were all waiting for him to make a decision.

"Old Xiao, it's up to you now!"