Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 410 - 208: An Angel Comes to My Side

Yesterday, after a mass outbreak of disease symptoms following the siege of the Nederland Embassy, Wang Yunxiao, drawing on his own experience, determined that the newly born girl was not the real source of contamination.

He was right in his judgment, and the subsequent handling also went smoothly, but he had not expected that it would rain last night.

A torrential downpour had washed away all the sanitation efforts at the scene, and starting this morning, people in the surrounding areas began to show symptoms, overwhelming nearby hospitals with rapidly increasing pressure.

By the time Li Mumu arrived at New Asia Hospital, it was already overcrowded. The queue of patients nearly blocked the entrance, and from time to time someone could not control themselves, vomiting and defecating on the spot, creating new sources of infection and filling the entire hospital corridor with foul smells.

Li Mumu had just stolen a mask and put it on when she overheard two doctors passing by behind her whisper, "It appears to be cholera so far..."

"But much more dangerous than normal cholera, organ failure has already occurred in some patients, this is too fast."

"Treat it as cholera for now..."

For people of the future, cholera, an acute infectious disease, might seem a bit unfamiliar, but to the people of Tianmen in this era, it had long been a part of life.

In simple terms, it is a type of bacteria that spreads through water sources, food, and feces, causing symptoms such as vomiting and diarrhea in those infected.

Due to its unique geographical environment and urban ecology, Tianmen City experienced cholera outbreaks almost every two or three years.

Put bluntly, the city has many rivers and a large population, with a general lack of attention to environmental sanitation. People defecate in the rivers and also draw water from them—these are actually minor issues.

The real problem is that the local urban area is low-lying, and the river channels are narrow. When rainfall increases, the floodwaters from upstream surge down, instantly causing water levels to rise and submerging half the city, while simultaneously flushing out the dirt compacted at the riverbed.

It’s practically a natural breeding ground for bacteria.

Among the several districts of Tianmen City, Eastern City and West City are divided by the main river channel, one on the east bank and one on the west. The name Nantong District is even more straightforward because the southern terrain is lower, and flooding is inevitable in the event of floods. In past years, there have even been records of the main river directly changing its course here.

This was, after all, the first large-scale outbreak of cholera in Tianmen City since the establishment of the new government, and the efficiency of bacterial transmission had been greatly enhanced by the mixing in of unknown, mysterious factors. Overnight, it had created hundreds of patients.

And an even more concerning situation was that the Nantong District police station, which had borne the brunt, was nearly completely wiped out. All the officers involved in the blockade had fallen ill the day before, creating a security vacuum in the entire district, which had to be handed over to military management.

Li Mumu had seen military trucks on the street when she left her house, but she didn’t pay attention to them at the time. It wasn’t until she got to the hospital and understood the situation that she realized the severity of the issue.

She found the target almost without any effort—the person in question hadn’t hidden at all. Just by asking around a bit, she learned that a very special girl had been placed in a care ward on the third floor.

She was considered special because, even though all the fully armed officers had been taken out of action, she had not been affected at all. Rumor had it that she had a particularly good appetite, devouring three bowls of noodles for lunch alone.

Moreover, she was receiving special attention, with two nuns from the Church on guard at the door, monitoring her closely and uninterrupted for 24 hours.

The two nuns were very vigilant. As soon as Li Mumu reached the third floor and mixed into the crowd, she felt their gaze upon her within a few steps.

Li Mumu was not at all nervous because she truly wasn’t there for the obviously problematic bait and had already regained her civilian status.

Pretending to be a family member visiting a patient, she bought two cans of yellow peach from the small shop at the entrance. She walked past the care ward door as if passing by and naturally glanced inside.

The hospital bed held a small girl dressed in a patient’s gown, who appeared about the same age as Li Mumu and seemed to have just taken a bath, her hair still dripping wet.

She had been staring aimlessly out the window, but as if she sensed something, she suddenly turned her head, and her clear gaze met Li Mumu’s eyes in an instant.

Li Mumu’s heart pounded fiercely.

Immediately afterward, she felt the piercing stares from the nun sisters.

Li Mumu lifted the corners of her mouth, putting on a harmless smile, nodded toward the nun sisters as a greeting, and continued walking forward as if nothing was wrong.

At times like this, the more you dodge and weave, the more suspicious you look. It’s better to greet them openly to ease their vigilance.

But something was terribly off! That girl definitely had an issue!

Li Mumu tried to control her steps, maintaining a steady pace, but inside she was screaming frantically.

At the moment when their eyes met, she had actually seen herself.

This feeling was indescribable, as if in that instant, their souls had exchanged, her own eyes hopping onto the girl’s face, seeing herself standing at the door, peering inside with curiosity.

String!

She was a String!

The part of Li Mumu’s blood that was inherited from a witch buzzed with excitement, as if it had found its fated destination. Voices whispered in her ear, urging her to let down her guard and expose her heart without reservation.

No, I don’t want to!

Right now, Li Mumu just wanted to call Li Ya and ask her why she was seeing Strings, such an outlandish thing, in the real world.

How should she describe this? It was as if, say, you’re an ordinary office worker who worked overtime until 10 p.m., went home exhausted, just lay down on the bed, and opened your phone, only to see a black man in a leather coat and sunglasses sitting on the chair next to you, offering you one red pill and one blue pill, asking you which was noble and which was lowly...

Friends from the Shu Region should know that the blue ones aren’t cheap, costing over fifty for a box.

Strings, even the Grand Sorceress who proposed the String Theory hadn’t been able to fully prove it, had now come into the real world.

Li Mumu was incredibly shocked, but she couldn’t show it yet.

She figured she was probably already being watched, and showing any sign of suspicion might result in fifty axemen bursting out from both sides of the hospital wards to chop her into minced meat.

As she pretended nothing was amiss, inching towards the exit, she suddenly saw a familiar figure in the ward next door.

Little Gourd... no, she should be called Jiang Xiaotang, lying on the bed, her face so pale it was devoid of any blood color, with an oxygen tube inserted. What had happened to her?

Without much hesitation, Li Mumu turned on a ninety-degree angle and walked into Jiang Xiaotang’s ward.