Outside the north gate, there were also many shelters built by the locals.
Prefect Wu's confidant was quite familiar with the surrounding circumstances and pointed to a piece of open land away from the city gate. "It's said that the sick are all gathered over there."
Yun Jiao led her team quickly towards there.
Approaching nearby, she saw a man lying by the roadside having an episode.
His face was deathly pale, both hands hugging his arms, his whole body shaking nonstop, in such hot weather he still wore a torn old blanket.
Yun Jiao didn't rashly approach, standing by observing the patient.
The patient shook for a while, suddenly threw off the blanket, his face flushed red.
Soon the person was drenched in sweat.
In just a moment, he looked like he was fished out of the water.
Yun Jiao then went over, "I'm a doctor, let me check your pulse."
The man seemed too exhausted by the illness, merely nodded slightly, lying there sweating.
