My wife is a sword god

Jinyang City has long been submerged in this gray snow. At first glance, it looks like ruins after the embers of a fire.

There are basically no human figures seen on the streets. Even if there are any, they are demon slayers wearing animal skin cloaks and wide hats like Yang He and others.

They were patrolling the streets, warning people.

"This strange snow came suddenly, and for a while, countless people in the city were affected.

Fortunately, Governor Li and Master Si Zhengzhou of Qi Yuancheng had not left yet. They had previous experience in dealing with poisons and responded quickly.

But even so, the situation is still not optimistic. "Yang He's face was heavy, explaining the current situation.

Qin Feng nodded and looked at the buildings on both sides.

The people had already hid in their houses, or opened a crack in the door to watch what was going on outside.

Or he opened the window on the second floor and looked at the group of them through the screen.

There were expressions of fear and worry on the faces of these people, and their eyes were full of deep fear of the gray snow in the sky.

"How widespread is the current snow coverage?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

If it stretches for thousands of miles and even affects most of the Southern Territory, the consequences will be disastrous!

Yang He replied: "Master Zhou has already used his spiritual consciousness to observe, and the snow extends at most ten miles away from Jinyang City.

It seems that it is specifically targeted at this city. "

There was some complaint and confusion in his tone.

Qin Feng frowned: "So, there must be the source of this snowfall in Jinyang City.

Have you found any clues? "

Yang He fell into silence, which was obviously a headache for him.

At this time, Zhang Tiannan, who had never been fond of words, suddenly said: "Early morning, coffin."

"What do you mean?" Qin Feng turned his head and looked at Zhang Tiannan.

The two looked at each other.

Qin Feng immediately changed the target of the inquiry: "Brother Yang, do you know?"

Yang He recalled: "Today, before dawn, a man from the Demon Slayer Division came.

Wearing a black robe and carrying a black coffin, he was in a very wrong state.

His steps were shaky, his energy and blood surged, and he wanted to see our Lord Sizheng as soon as he arrived. "

"Who is he?" Qin Feng asked.

"I don't know the specifics. It's just that when Mr. Zhou saw him,

No, to be more precise, it should be when he saw the coffin on him.

His expression changed, and he muttered a sentence - Coffin Tomb House? Yang He thought.

"The steps are weak and the blood is surging. This is very similar to the symptoms of fever." Qin Feng's eyes widened: "Why didn't you suspect him at first?"

Yang He explained: "The man came around Mo Yin Shi, but the snow fell at three o'clock in the morning.

Moreover, Mr. Zhou obviously knew that person. If he was the one responsible, how could Mr. Zhou sit idly by and ignore it? "

“Forget it, we’ll talk about these things later.

Where did all the people in the city who were infected with the fever go? I just looked at the houses on both sides and didn't seem to notice it. Qin Feng asked.

"It has been concentrated in the Demon Slaying Department. It has been transformed by the Shen Workshop and is much larger than before.

However, there is still some space left to accommodate everyone.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhou commandeered the surrounding houses and was able to accommodate all the patients. "

Qin Feng nodded slightly, this would be much more convenient.

Anyway, he already knew how to get rid of the heat poison, it was just a matter of how much time it took.

Everyone walked along quickly, and in the time they were talking, they arrived at their destination.

In the Demon Slaying Department, almost all the places in the spacious hall that could accommodate people were filled.

All the people's faces turned red, sweat hung on their foreheads, and they groaned in pain.

Near the gate outside the hall, some family members gathered, looking at their happy family members.

These family members are also heartbroken.

"Mommy, why are daddy lying there? How about we go over there?" A little girl with two braids and a round face pointed at a middle-aged man and said crisply.

When the woman holding the girl's hand heard this, her eyes turned red: "Xing'er, be good, daddy is not feeling well now, we will go there later."

While speaking, on the other side, the doctors in the city, headed by Dr. Song, were discussing anxiously.

“I’ve basically tried every available method, but it has no effect at all!”

"This is completely different from the fever illnesses we have seen before. Have you ever heard that you will get sick if you touch snow?

This is simply ridiculous! "

"What snow? Where is the snow here! Have you ever seen snow like this? I think it might be some evil spirit causing trouble!"

"If that's the case, how can we treat it at our level?"

"Then these patients"

Dr. Song frowned when he heard this and shouted: "Speak lower, if even we give up, what will happen to the families of those patients?

Where are the ice cubes and towels? Continue to apply cold compresses without stopping to allow their body temperature to drop first.

Even if we can't solve it, at least we have to wait until Dr. Qin comes. "

As soon as Dr. Qin's three words came out, it was like a magic needle that calmed the sea, and the anxious hearts of all the doctors slowly calmed down.

"Yes, there is also Dr. Qin. He has superb medical skills and will definitely be able to find a solution!" The speaker was a die-hard fan who was impressed by Qin Feng's medical skills. His eyes were shining and his face was determined.

When another doctor heard this, he said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Doctor Qin's medical skills are indeed superb, but this fever is not an ordinary illness.

If it was really the result of demons causing trouble, even he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "

Doctor Qin has a prominent reputation in Jinyang City, and there are naturally not a few people who admire him, but some people will always be jealous.

This doctor obviously belongs to the latter group. Because his voice does not go through the brain when he speaks, his voice is inevitably louder.

As a result, the family members of the patients at the door also heard it clearly.

"You, lower your voice!" Dr. Song glared.

"I" the doctor also knew that he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late.

The feeling of uneasiness and fear spread rapidly among the family members like a plague.

The woman was a woman after all. When she heard this, sadness overflowed from her chest, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

In such a world, if the backbone of the family falls, how will the mother and daughter survive?

"Auntie, why are you crying?" the little girl asked crisply.

The woman quickly wiped away her tears and choked with sobs: "My mother is fine, it's just that the wind and sand got into her eyes."

"Mommy, I heard uncle say that dad is not getting better."

The woman opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer this question, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

When all the doctors heard this, they all stared at the man who spoke so freely.

The latter knew he was in the wrong and lowered his head in guilt.

At this moment, a generous hand covered the little girl's head and stroked it gently: "Don't worry, your dad will be fine."

The little girl looked up, and the person touching her head was a good-looking older brother with a friendly smile on his face.

"Really? Brother won't lie to me, right? Dad always likes to lie to me." The little girl looked innocent. She was still too young and didn't understand what would happen if her dad couldn't cure it.

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head: "I won't lie to you. You can have dinner at home with your father tonight."

When the family members heard this, they looked at him in surprise and uncertainty.

Qin Feng stood up, looked at the patients in the hall, suppressed his smile, and looked heavy.

"Doctor Qin!" When the doctors saw him, they seemed to see their backbone.

Mr. Song stepped forward and quickly explained the current situation: "Until now, we can't find a good solution."

Qin Feng understood and nodded: "This is not a fever, it's more like a poison.

But I already have a way to detoxify. Next, you all follow my arrangements! "

"Okay!" Everyone agreed.