The host is broken

Chapter 737 Before Destruction (3)

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What does it feel like to be attached to yourself?
Su Shumo thought it was very interesting. Wearing a bamboo hat, she traced the once half beautiful and half ugly face, with a mocking smile on her lips.

The tricks of the gods are still so ridiculous and childish.

"Doctor Su, someone has contracted the plague again. If this continues, what should we do?"

Someone recklessly opened the door and barged in. Su Shumo got up, carrying the medicine box as before, and followed that person to see the refugees infected with the plague.

In the year of natural disasters, the emperor was fatuous and innocent, and only indulged in beauty and pleasure all day long. Therefore, treacherous officials were in power, the people were in dire straits, rebels were everywhere, and people were displaced everywhere.

In fact, whether it is a time of peace or war, it is only ordinary people who suffer.

It was during this period of time that Su Shumo went down to the earth to endure calamities.

It stands to reason that, according to her status, she doesn't need to care about the catastrophe of a hundred years or a thousand years, but after staying in the chaos for a long time, it is inevitable that she will be bored, so she has to find some fun for herself.

Follow the man to the isolation room. Due to the war, herbs are extremely scarce. Every day refugees are infected with the plague, and people die every day due to various reasons.

The villagers led Su Shumo to a distance from the isolation room, then stopped, and looked at Su Shumo with a smirk:

"Doctor Su, I can't help you, so I won't go with you. If you need anything, just tell me. I'll go to the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of ​​flames, and I'll help Dr. Su get it..."

"Millennium ginseng, can I get it?"

Su Shumo was just about to lift her legs to go to the isolation room, when she heard the villager speak boldly.

"Uh... Doctor Su, I'd better go first."

Choked back by Su Shu's last sentence of thousand-year-old ginseng, the villagers smiled awkwardly, touched their heads and ran away.

Seeing his almost fleeing back, Su Shu moaned and walked towards the isolation room with lazy steps.

The isolation room was transformed from a spacious yard. The facilities inside were very simple. Quicklime was sprinkled on the ground, and some hay was randomly laid out. People infected with the plague were randomly placed on the hay.

However, it is better to say discard than to place.

Except for Su Shumo, no one who entered the isolation room ever came out alive.

People infected with the plague in the isolation room saw Su Shumo, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw. They sobbed in pain, and their hands stretched out in pairs, as thin as those who had been exposed to the scorching sun. dead bark.

"Save me... save me..."

"I don't want to die, Doctor Su, help me..."

They were obviously dying people, but when they saw someone coming in, they suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive, but the extremely ferocious expressions on their faces made people extremely frightened.

Su Shumo ignored her, leisurely took out the herbal medicine from the medicine box, found a large casserole to boil, and the person who was infected with the plague on the hay saw a healthy person busy in the isolation room, only to feel I feel a lot more at ease.

However, this steadfastness usually comes from the fact that there are still doctors who have not given up on them, and the other half comes from the terrible contagiousness of the plague.

Most of the people who contracted the plague were very unwilling. They obviously lived in a piece of land, so why not other people contracted the plague.

Therefore, while they were praying that they would be healed, they also secretly cursed, if they could not be cured, then let more people be infected with the plague.

It is better to suffer together than to suffer alone.

Humming a tune, Su Shumo stirred the herbs in the medicine jar, and the slightly bitter smell of Chinese herbal medicine soon came out, floating in the small yard.

"Doctor Su, are you inside?"

Someone shouted outside.

At the end of Su Shu's hair, she dropped the small wooden stick in her hand and walked out.

It was the head of Yunshui Village. Because of the plague, he didn't dare to go in. He just stood at the door, wearing an isolation suit made of coarse cloth, and his nose and mouth were blocked by a mask fumigated with herbs.

Seeing Su Shumo came out, a blunt and false smile appeared on his face;

"Doctor Su, you have worked hard these days."

Su Shumo didn't respond, she just leaned against the door frame and looked at him with a smile.

Under the gaze of Su Shumo with a smile, the smile on the village head's face soon couldn't hold back, and he coughed twice in embarrassment before opening his mouth and saying:

"Doctor Su, I heard that you still have a lot of rice stored there. You see, no family in the village has enough to eat. I want to borrow some rice from you first. After this natural disaster is over, everyone will have a harvest next year." I'll give it back to you."

Su Shumo didn't mean to refuse, but the bloody eyes under the bamboo hat became more and more reckless:

"How much do you want to borrow?"

These rice grains were stored by Su Shumo long ago. At that time, it was still a peaceful and prosperous time, so when Su Shumo asked the villagers to reserve grain in advance, no one took it seriously.

Even when Su Shumo was stockpiling food, he mocked her for worrying.

"There are quite a few people in the village. I... Doctor Su, if I think it's okay, can you borrow them all?"

The village chief's tone sounded embarrassing, but there was no embarrassment in his eyes, only greed.

Su Shumo said meaningfully, and when the village chief thought she was going to refuse, and her face darkened slightly, she replied:

"Okay."

The village head was overjoyed, afraid that Su Shumo would regret it, so he couldn't help but drag her and hurried to Su Shumo's house to move food.

Su Shumo stored a lot of food. The village head and other villagers in Yunshui Village saw their eyes turned red. Some people looked at Su Shumo displeased, complaining:
"Doctor Su, you are too unkind. With so much food, why didn't you tell us earlier, making the rest of us hungry!"

"That's right, Doctor Su, we even ate the bark of the tree, but you are lucky to have so much grain hidden by yourself!"

When the village chief heard the words, he only stepped forward to make things right:

"Okay, okay, move now."

However, the village chief also had some resentment in his heart.

He has been eating porridge for more than half a month, and there is almost only white water in his stomach, but Su Shumo can still eat sticky rice porridge every day. If he hadn't been so cheeky to ask for it, she might never have Take the initiative to hand over the rice grain.

Su Shumo's entire cellar of food was quickly emptied, and she had only a little left.

"Doctor Su, you can't eat that much even if you live alone, so I'll leave some for you first, and if it's not enough, I'll bring you some back."

The village chief looked at the cellar that was soon to be emptied, and said to Su Shumo, with a bright smile on his face like a sunflower blooming on his face.

Su Shumo only stood at the entrance and exit of the cellar from the beginning to the end, with a smile on her face, neither hot nor cold, no one could see her expression through the bamboo hat.

　The new book "The Host Blows Up Again" has been released, please get a recommendation????, the introduction of the new book:
　　Tang Xin is a firecracker spirit who has been stagnating in the warehouse for many years. Suddenly, one day it explodes and is bound by an unscrupulous system.

　　Tuhao: Our mission is to survive, to explore the ultimate mystery of life~T_T~!

　　Tang Xin: Well, our mission is to hold the gold master, hold the gold thigh o(一︿一+)o
　　Tuhao: ... Bao'er, don't be so straightforward, be more reserved

　　Tang Xin o(一︿一+)o: Our task is to work hand in hand with the benefactor and enjoy the glory and wealth forever!

　　Tyrant 〒_〒: Forget it, let’s embrace the money maker and the thigh.

　　(The new book is soft and cute, very relaxing, please relax)

　　Then, I updated today, actually [-], and there will be an update in the evening. Recently, the status has been adjusted. Thank you little angels for your understanding these days, okay?

　　


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