"Dayun, please stop crying. For the sake of you and the children, I won't go home yet."

In the crowd, Daniel was wiping the tears on Dayun's face.

"You have to believe that your man is fine. Look, I'm as strong as an ox!"

"You are waiting for me at home!"

…

In this way, both teams went to the downwind behind the village and stayed in a house some distance away from the village.

Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei sent them there.

Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, leave the affairs here to me. I will pay close attention to everyone's situation."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and looked at Luo Fengtang.

As one of the quarantined people, he is very optimistic.

"Aren't you afraid of yourself? What if you..."

She didn't dare to say the next words.

Luo Fengtang grinned and shook his head.

"Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, there is nothing to be afraid of!" he said.

"Well……"

There were so many words of comfort and enlightenment brewing in her heart along the way that she was speechless now.

"Just be optimistic!" She looked up at him and curved her lips with a sunny smile.

"You stay in there for a few days, and I will continue to develop a prescription!" she said.

He nodded, raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Go back!"

Then, the tall figure entered the courtyard.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and did not look at his disappearing figure.

Not far behind, Old Yangtou, Yang Huaan, Yang Huazhong and the crying Liu family were sending Yang Huaming and Yang Yongjin over.

Yang Huaming acted very indifferent and continued to comfort Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Liu.

Yang Yongjin walked silently in the team, his eyes searching for that familiar and petite figure in the crowd.

I looked around and couldn't see it.

There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He followed Yang Huaming into the yard with his head drooped.

Still couldn't help but turn around again, but the figure was still nowhere to be seen.

Yang Yongjin sighed, with a self-deprecating wry smile on his face.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't come to see me off, because if I really can't go back, it won't be a drag on her.

Yang Yongjin followed Yang Huaming into the house, and the door closed behind him.

Outside the yard, the relatives who saw him off did not dare to stay any longer. They sighed, comforted each other, and hurried back to the village.

It wasn't until most of the people seeing him off outside the yard had left that a short, thin figure stood out from behind a big tree not far away.

The girl looked straight ahead at the lonely courtyard with both house and courtyard doors closed, her tears rolling down like broken beads.

"Since you can't let go, why didn't you come out and say goodbye to my second brother just now? You made him keep looking back for you!"

A slightly reproachful voice sounded from behind. Cao Bamei was startled and turned around quickly.

It was Yang Ruoqing, standing behind her with her hands behind her back.

"Qing'er..."

As soon as Cao Bamei spoke, her tears fell again.

Seeing her like this, Yang Ruoqing's trace of blame disappeared.

She came over and handed her a clean handkerchief.

"I really don't understand you. Your eyes are swollen from crying. You clearly remember my second brother, but why didn't you show up just now?"

"If you don't come out like this, my second brother will definitely think too much and won't feel at ease inside."

Yang Ruoqing said again.

Cao Bamei lowered her eyelids and whispered: "I don't dare to come out. I'm afraid I won't be able to help crying and faint, which will only make him more worried."

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

Thinking about this sentence, it seems that there is some truth in it.

"Okay, don't cry anymore, you won't be able to solve the problem even if you cry dry."

Yang Ruoqing came over, put her arms around Cao Bamei's shoulders and walked toward the village.

Cao Bamei twitched and asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, you said... nothing will happen to them, right? Yongjin, Yongjin will be home in a few days, right?"

Yang Ruoqing was silent for a moment.

Looking at Yang Ruoqing's face, Cao Bamei became even more panicked. She saw that the tears that had finally been stopped were about to roll down again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I am not a god. It is impossible for everything to be under my control."

"However, I will not accept my fate."

"Don't cry or panic. Go back and help me. Thinking about this good medicine to cure the plague is what we should go all out to do now!" she said.

Cao Bamei nodded vigorously.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Okay, I won't cry, I'll help you!"

…

In the next two days, every village was under martial law.

Everyone is not allowed to come in and out at will, they all stay in their own villages and homes.

Every day, Yang Ruoqing would prepare a lot of disinfectant and ask Li Zheng and Yang Huazhong to distribute it to the villagers.

Distributed to every household.

Strictly implement the disinfection strategy she formulated, wear masks and gloves, pay attention to dietary hygiene, and never drink raw or cold water.

Try not to get crowded, don't panic, everyone should come step by step, and keep a good attitude.

She personally delivers food and drink to the two construction teams in the isolation courtyard outside the village every day.

By the way, I asked Luo Fengtang about the situation of the members of the construction team.

When I got home in the afternoon, Mu Zichuan and Li Zheng came over and were waiting for her to come back after delivering food to discuss the situation.

"What's going on with the construction team? Is there anyone in trouble?" Mu Zichuan asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "According to Tang Yazi, from the current point of view, everyone's mental and physical conditions are still normal."

"No one has symptoms such as discomfort or fever."

Hearing this, Mu Zichuan and Li Zheng both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then observe for another two days. If the situation is still the same after two days, we can let them return to the village." Muzichuan said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and asked him about the situation in the village.

Muzichuan said: "Qing'er, your disinfection strategy seems to be very effective. Since the attack on Jinhua Sister-in-law a few days ago, no one in our village has had any abnormalities."

"However, Yujiacun and Zhengjiacun are not optimistic."

"What's the current situation in Yujiacun and Zhengjiacun?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

Mu Zichuan said: "Yujiacun is a small village with less than a hundred people. Now the number of infected people is probably forty, and the number is still rising."

"Among these forty people, fifteen or sixteen have died one after another in just a few days due to lack of treatment."

Yang Ruoqing took a breath of cold air.

Mu Zichuan continued: "As for Zhengjia Village, which is adjacent to Yujia Village, no one was infected when our construction team withdrew."

"Now a family of five is infected, and other people in the village are also at risk!"

After hearing these messages from Mu Zichuan, Yang Ruoqing felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head, and a ball of ice was held in her chest.

From the inside to the outside, stir in the cold and stir in the cold.
Chapter completed!