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Lin Mingchang slowly rotated the cup in his hand, forming a plan for the next steps of the investigation.
"Let's do this: we’ll split up. I’ll arrange for some people to visit the patients' families to determine the connection between this epidemic and Arai. Additionally, we need to find out who that mysterious investor behind the well's development is... Doctor Fang, you should stay at the clinic; the patients still need your treatment."
He then turned to Shen Tong. "Shen Tong, based on yesterday's situation, your abilities can assist Doctor Fang well, so you should stay here too."
Xiaoshuang waited for a long time without hearing her name mentioned. Pouting slightly, she feigned grievance and said, "Hmph! Since Detective Lin doesn’t need me, I have my own plans. I intend to go to the newspaper office and check old archives to see if there have been similar news stories in previous years. Old newspapers have everything, especially these strange tales; reporters love writing about them."
Lin Mingchang gave her a thumbs-up, his expression one of admiration as if to say, "Of course it’s you."
He stood up, his gaze landing on Shen Tong. After a moment of hesitation, he finally said to Fang Zigui, "Doctor Fang, I’m counting on you with Shen Tong. This illness is aggressive and spreads rapidly; please take good care."
That day after leaving the clinic, Xiaoshuang went straight to the Chun Cheng Evening News office. After greeting the deputy editor, she dove into the archives room.
Rows of old newspapers were neatly arranged by year. She quickly flipped through them with nimble fingers, searching for relevant headlines.
After flipping through most of the day, Xiaoshuang's eyes felt sore and gritty, and her neck had stiffened. Just as she was about to take a break, her peripheral vision caught a stack of newspapers at her feet; one headline drew her attention.
It was a copy of Chun Cheng Evening News from ten years ago, with a prominent sub-column titled—"Spring City Plague Spreads, Medical Hall Helpless."
Xiaoshuang's eyes lit up as she quickly skimmed through the content, growing increasingly alarmed!
Meanwhile, inside the clinic, Fang Zigui and Shen Tong were becoming more and more in sync in their cooperation. Shen Tong could accurately pinpoint the locations of illness while Fang Zigui's acupuncture effectively blocked the spread of "illness energy."
After handling several critical patients together, Fang Zigui temporarily handed over the consultation and prescription tasks to his apprentice Xiao Gu and returned to the back hall for a short rest.
Fang Zigui took down a thick medical book from the shelf; it was clearly quite old, with yellowed pages and several damaged sections. As he flipped through it, he asked Shen Tong, "Young Lady Shen, can you describe in detail what you saw regarding the illness energy?"
Shen Tong thought for a moment and tried to find suitable words: "Well... this illness energy feels alive; it writhes endlessly like strands of long worms. They seem to have their own consciousness and intertwine around the patient's eyes and brain, forming a cocoon-like structure."
Fang Zigui’s finger paused on a page: "This is an old medical book passed down from my ancestors; it actually records an ancient parasite called Zhangqi Gu Chong. Look—"
He turned the page toward Shen Tong; there was a hand-drawn illustration that closely resembled her description alongside some explanatory text.
"It is recorded that this type of parasite once caused large-scale epidemics, particularly favoring to inhabit the human eye. However, it has specific environmental requirements for survival, so... logically, it should have been extinct by now..."
Shen Tong leaned in closer to examine the illustration. "So, what you're saying is that conditions suitable for this parasite's survival have re-emerged, possibly due to Arai at Qi Yun Temple, which just happens to provide such an environment?"
As the two were speaking, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the clinic.
Lin Mingchang burst through the door, panting heavily, clearly having rushed over. "Doctor Fang, I've just received news—there has been a death in Nan Jiao!"
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