After interrogating the fake "priest" Guo Zheng, Jiang Baimian drove a car with Shang Jianyao and returned to the central square via the North Bridge.
At first glance, what caught her eye was a touch of white.
In addition to the unmelted snow, there are also white sheets hanging from different windows, chalk marks smeared on the wall surface, and plain white cloth strips tied high on the door leaf.
In Wild Grass City, this all means that a relative of the corresponding family has died.
—Although the materials in Wild Grass City are more abundant than most of the wilderness homeless gathering points, except for the nobles, ordinary people are still reluctant to make their precious fabrics into mourning clothes and tie them into white banners, so they can only use various alternative methods. Therefore, there are similar customs.
The icy and biting wind blew through, and a lot of white fluttered, filling the city.
Jiang Baimian wanted to sigh, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't say anything.
She was silent for a while, and said to the businessman at the co-pilot position:
"Let's go around the city."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao looked outside without objection.
Jiang Baimian immediately turned the steering wheel and let the military green bulletproof off-road turn into West Street.
On the way, many people are busy, some are sweeping snow on the side of the road, some are repairing the damaged ground, and some are repairing the shops on both sides.
- This is the relief plan implemented by the Weed City Council and the Hunter Guild: Everyone can receive the most basic materials, but if they want to get more and eat more, they must exchange labor.
This can effectively prevent people who have no shortage of food from occupying a large number of resources and take the opportunity to complete the reconstruction after the riot.
Those busy people let out a sigh of relief, which seemed to be indistinguishable, but naturally formed two distinct groups.
Jiang Baimian is not surprised by this, this is the inevitable sequelae of the great riot:
How could the original residents of Weed City easily accept the alien wanderers in the wilderness
Although those who caused the deaths of their relatives and friends have either been executed or have been replaced as slaves in various places, in their eyes, it is the group of outsiders that caused all this.
Therefore, when they look at the hard-working wilderness wanderers, there is obvious rejection and less obvious hatred in their eyes.
"This can't be solved in a short time. The blood on the road can be washed away quickly, but the congestion in my heart is not so easy to dissolve." Jiang Baimian retracted his gaze and sighed.
"Just become brothers and sisters." Shang Jianyao sighed.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him:
"Does your ideal of saving all mankind be realized by turning everyone into brothers and sisters?"
"One direction." Shang Jianyao said that he really thought about it.
"But the real brothers will settle accounts." Jiang Baimian pointed out the biggest problem.
Shang Jianyao's attention has already shifted, looking out the window and saying:
"It's not damaged much here."
He was referring to the bar, nightclub area including Wolf Lane.
"The bosses here have thugs, weapons, and are familiar with the terrain, so it's not a problem to block the unorganized wilderness wanderers for a while." Jiang Baimian said "um", "Also, this is not the first time the In the impacted area, they have enough time to gather their hands and make initial preparations."
Having said this, Jiang Baimian said meaningfully:
"West Street is mixed, and I don't know how many sects and how many awakened people are hidden."
"For example, the Awakened Ones who can influence the hearts of others by the Long Night Religion." Shang Jianyao still remembered the information provided by Meng Xia's husband Zhang Lei.
His friend met the Awakeners of the Long Night Religion in the Weed City bar.
"Yeah." Jiang Baimian suddenly laughed, "You haven't even had the chance to join the sect here and taste their sacrament. Speaking of which, your 'rootless' brother left two days early, otherwise, It is also possible to see how the Awakened of the 'Sacred Eye' sect deal with a large number of wilderness wanderers."
Shang Jianyao watched the vehicle slowly turn around and said with great certainty:
"He left early because he realized that those wild wanderers might bring about a big riot."
"When did you see him again?" Jiang Baimian was a little surprised.
In fact, she also believed that with the knowledge of "rootless people", Fei Lin would definitely be able to see the hidden dangers of the gathering of wanderers in the wilderness.
"Brothers are of the same mind." Shang Jianyao said I didn't understand his tone.
Jiang Baimian laughed "Haha" and said while driving the bulletproof cross-country to East Street:
"I'll take you somewhere."
Shang Jianyao didn't ask where it was, just touched his stomach and made a hint.
Entering East Street, when approaching the bottom, the bulletproof off-road stopped, next to a building with its own parking lot and courtyard.
On top of this building, there are two lines of text written in the grey earth language and the red river language:
"The Second Hospital of Wild Grass City"
After parking the car, Jiang Baimian walked in with Shang Jianyao.
One after another painful moans came from all directions, making everyone uncomfortable.
The entire hall was filled with hospital beds and floor bunks, on which lay a person who was injured in the riot.
They only did simple bandages and took regular medicines. If they were lucky, they could have surgery on their turn. If they were unlucky, they could only see if they could survive.
Not only supplies, but also doctors are in short supply.
Many people, unable to bear the physical pain, lay there, or curled up in a ball, groaning lowly, or rolling over and shouting loudly.
Every now and then someone loses his voice and is carried away amid the cries of relatives.
Shang Jianyao watched the scenes and did not speak for a long time.
"Too many injured people..." Jiang Baimian retracted his gaze and glanced at Shang Jianyao next to him, "This is like hell."
In a sigh, she added:
"Although the angels are busy saving people, the number is too small, and they may not be able to save them.
"Come on, let's go upstairs and have a look."
On the second, third, and fourth floors, all they saw were the injured. The original patients, as long as they were not serious, were sent home.
It was not until the fifth floor that Jiang Baimian discovered some seriously ill people.
They were covered with white sheets, lying on the bed in the room or in the corridor, most of them were not awake, and the thin tube connected to the infusion needle in their hands seemed to be their last lifeline.
"These are all family members, but if you are sick, you can only get this level of treatment." Jiang Baimian's eyes slowly swept across, "This is still in Wild Grass City, if it is a settlement of wild wanderers outside, The good ones are like Shuiwei Town. At least there is a doctor who can dispense medicines. Occasionally, there are injections that can be used. Ordinary, according to the local recipe, you can eat some casually. Whether you live or die depends on the destiny. Even worse, there is no earth recipe. …”
Shang Jianyao didn't respond, looking at the patients covered with white sheets, wondering what he was thinking.
Jiang Baimian turned and said:
"Compared to them, the hospitals within the company are much better, not only have enough doctors and nurses, but also enough medicines, equipment and complete medical heritage, and even many laboratories are doing research in related fields.
"If you get seriously ill, in Weed City, in the wild homeless settlement, nine out of ten will die, but within the company, eight or nine out of ten are likely to survive."
As she spoke, her expression gradually became serious:
"Diseases are terrifying, a terrifying enemy that everyone has to face, but we are by no means alone in this fight.
"In this matter, as long as we can help each other and form a strong whole, the disease is not invincible.
"A strong whole can mobilize enough resources to produce enough drugs and devices, and at the same time, it can also organize schools and various laboratories to complete the inheritance of knowledge, the cultivation of talents and the exploration of cutting-edge fields, just like company.
"I think if you want to overcome the fear of disease in your heart, you may have to start from this aspect. I don't think it is so reliable based on pure perseverance and actual illness and cure."
The main task was over, and things came to an end. Jiang Baimian's focus turned back to helping Shang Jianyao challenge the "island". Therefore, he specially brought him to the hospital in Weed City to have a look, hoping to pass the "Pangu Creature" interior. Compare the hospital and find some inspiration.
After all, when it comes to human victory over disease, the words that most easily come to mind are "hospital", "doctor" and "drug".
After Shang Jianyao listened carefully, he slowly looked around and said:
"Makes sense."
After speaking, he clenched his right fist with annoyance and slapped his left palm:
"My mind is still not broad enough!"
Jiang Baimian looked at him suspiciously, always wondering if this guy had turned his intentions in a strange direction.
Back on the second floor of the "A Fu Gun Store", Shang Jianyao immediately leaned on the bed, pinched the temples on both sides, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
…
Next to the rocky island, Shang Jianyao's figure appeared in the illusory sea of flowing shimmering light.
He was not in a hurry to challenge the island, and looked down at himself in the illusory water light, his eyes gradually darkened:
"I am a 'Pangu' person;
"The main body of 'Pangaeon' is human;
"so… "
After a pause, Shang Jianyao said in a deep voice:
"I'm equal to 'Pangaeon'."
After coming to a conclusion, he quickly climbed to the island.
Almost at the same time, silhouettes grew out of the cracks in the rocks.
They were draped in white sheets, and their faces and bodies were completely hidden in shadow.
Shang Jianyao looked at them without panic at all, smiled and said:
"You have so many people, and so do I.
"Because I'm a 'Pangaeon'."
As soon as the voice fell, his body was illusory, and countless figures were separated.
Some of the figures are strangely combined and transformed into a building with the word "hospital" written on it.
The other merchants put on white coats or put on stretchers, swarmed into the crowd wearing white sheets, pushed them down one by one, got them on stretchers, and tied them back to the hospital. Inject the drug separately.
The "hospital" suddenly became busy and lively.
During this process, those figures who were wearing white sheets and symbolizing disease seemed to be a little stunned.
Gradually, Shang Jianyao's "doctors" were also infected and became seriously ill.
He is constantly dividing, constantly creating new "doctors", new "drugs", and new "wards" to fill the lost power.
After a long and fierce battle, Shang Jianyao lost his energy and was defeated.
Huh... He woke up, gasping for breath.
"How is it?" Jiang Baimian, who was sitting on the square stool, asked with concern.
Shang Jianyao said with slightly bright eyes:
"Losing.
"But the direction seems to be okay, and it is worth exploring further."