In the mid-afternoon, Xia Wenjin returned from the medical hall. Hearing the sound of horse hooves, Huangfu Jingchen went out to meet her. Noticing her tired face and heavy expression, his heart sank as he asked, "Did you check it out? What's the situation? Were many people affected by the miasma?"
Without entering the house, Xia Wenjin lowered her voice and said gravely to Huangfu Jingchen, "I have a bad feeling. It's not due to the miasma, but because the symptoms are somewhat similar, it has been overlooked."
Huangfu Jingchen was taken aback, "It's not the miasma? Then what's the cause?"
"We haven't found the cause yet!" Xia Wenjin lowered her voice, looking at Huangfu Jingchen, and said, "I suspect this disease is contagious!"
Hearing the word "contagious," Huangfu Jingchen's face also turned grave.
"Is it highly contagious?"
