Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 425 - 3: Whether or Not to Cure is Entirely Up to Fate

The hospital was always overcrowded.

If you couldn’t see a patient in the hospital, it could only mean one thing—astronomical medical bills that left the sick unable to afford treatment.

New Asia Hospital, among the few private Western-style hospitals in Tianmen City, charged steep fees, especially for some imported Western medicines that ordinary people simply could not afford.

Even so, it remained overcrowded.

As the epidemic spread massively, the numbers of patients multiplied, and the hospital didn’t have enough doctors and nurses to cope.

Wang Yunxiao, wearing a mask, navigated through a nearly impassable corridor to reach the door of Little Gourd’s hospital room. Just as he was about to push the door, he saw a doctor rise from beside a stretcher, shaking his head, "Take it away."

The family member by the side burst into tears, clinging to the doctor’s leg and pleading relentlessly, "Please check again; he hasn’t stopped breathing yet!"

"Your pleas are useless to me. If you don’t believe me, go seek a second opinion elsewhere."

"Doctor, doctor!"

Wang Yunxiao silently assessed the departing doctor and then pushed open the door and entered.

Little Gourd lay quietly asleep in the hospital bed.

It had been approximately a week since the operation to round up the Holy Grail Church. His other comrades had already recovered, but Little Gourd’s body remained weak.

She had endured too much contamination in that battle.

No one had anticipated the fierce resistance of the Holy Grail Church—and behind them stood only a single Advisor, much like the current situation in the hospital, where there was only one doctor left.

Even without infections, seeing patients alone could exhaust one to death.

Chess Herald and Advisor truly were scarce professions. Wang Yunxiao had now realized, it wasn’t just an issue of difficulty in training; the consumption during crucial moments was enormous and uncontrollably high.

This time, in the Real World, Chen Yan wasn’t under much pressure. Had it been the Outer Dimension, it would have been her turn as the Chess Herald to suffer.

The others were relatively better off; Han Bin and Yan Yu’an’s team had returned to normal status in less than a day, while the regular military soldiers securing the perimeter only suffered from high fevers, which subsided shortly afterward.

The only two serious cases were Little Gourd and Qin Xiangdong.

When Wang Yunxiao entered, Chen Yan was by Little Gourd’s bedside, studying a Grade 3 chemistry textbook. Loach and Dumpling were squatting in the corner, secretly eating. They had just gone out to buy food, while the rest of the brothers were downstairs helping with the stretchers.

Seeing Wang Yunxiao approach, the two quickly stood up. Dumpling swallowed the meat in his mouth and chuckled nervously, "Big brother..."

"What’s for lunch?"

"Stir-fried string beans and stir-fried gourds."

The restaurant dishes came with bits of pork mixed in the vegetarian dish, unlike the canteen at school, where not a trace of meat was to be seen. They were sneaking bits of meat from the vegetables.

"Nothing to do, right?"

Wang Yunxiao glared at the two, then beckoned them over, "You two go have a look around, keep an eye on the pharmacy and the rounding doctor."

"What’s wrong, big brother?"

"I feel something isn’t right but can’t put my finger on exactly what it is. Go check it out."

"All right!"

After sending the two away, Wang Yunxiao turned around to see Little Gourd open her eyes and peer out at him from under the covers.

Chen Yan put down her textbook and stood up, "Shall I call them up to eat?"

"No need, I just went to find Youtiao."

"Then I’ll go to the bathroom."

Chen Yan didn’t want to be a third wheel.

Wang Yunxiao felt helpless, "Little Gourd and I aren’t doing anything clandestine, why do you always hide?"

Little Gourd tried to sit up, but Wang Yunxiao quickly pressed her down, reaching out to feel her forehead.

Thankfully, the fever had subsided.

The prolonged high fever over the previous three days had almost scared Wang Yunxiao to death.

"Brother, I’m fine now, let’s go back to school."

Little Gourd, sitting against the pillow, said in a soft and weak voice.

"No worries, let’s observe for a couple more days. Besides, look at the rain outside, we couldn’t leave even if we wanted to,"

Wang Yunxiao spoke reassuringly.

Originally, during the crackdown on the Holy Grail Church to prevent contamination, the police had booked New Asia Hospital entirely, which proved necessary after the fact.

New Asia Hospital provided the highest standard of service, including exclusive isolation wards for those in critical condition like Wang Yunxiao and his group, and organized a special medical team for their care.

These were lessons accumulated from the previous "Echo Erosion" incident.

At that time, nobody expected the epidemic to break out so swiftly.

Qin Xiangdong, upon waking, assessed the situation and immediately ordered the hospital wards to be evacuated, ensuring there was no contamination residue before reallocating the wards to other patients.

But that was merely a drop in the bucket, better than nothing.

These past few days, Wang Yunxiao and his brothers had been sleeping together in the stairwell leading to the rooftop, partly because of the weather; after all, in those days, there were neither ridesharing services nor taxis, and running home in such heavy rain would drench anyone to sickness.

Another concern was the potential spreading of the disease.

The medical standards of this era weren’t as advanced and accessible as in later times. Even penicillin had not yet been developed, and doctors had to rely on experience rather than scientific data to diagnose diseases.

In the future, patients always complained about undergoing various tests at hospitals, but without those tests, doctors aren’t psychics; how could they diagnose your condition accurately?

In this era, it was simpler. If a doctor guessed it was cholera, they treated it based on the cholera protocol.

Administer saline, add antidiarrheal medication, and then it was up to fate.

As for whether it was really cholera, you couldn’t ask that. If not cholera, then what? Got a solution? Then you treat it!

Wang Yunxiao was not a professional doctor; even if he noticed that his brother’s symptoms differed from those of other infectious patients, he couldn’t offer any professional advice.

At that time, apart from trusting the doctors, there was no other choice.

According to the doctors’ recommendations, Little Gourd was suffering from a minor intracranial hemorrhage, commonly known as a cerebral hemorrhage, and needed to rest in bed for an extended period, not advised to walk around casually.

But Little Gourd felt there wasn’t any issue, apart from feeling a bit weak and dizzy. As for the cerebral hemorrhage, if one chose the profession of an Advisor, one had to be psychologically prepared for such injuries.

Not just cerebral hemorrhage—brain spilling out was quite normal too.

She felt that the doctors here couldn’t solve her problem at all, and the assorted medications they gave her every day were purely a waste of money.

Wang Yunxiao also felt it was a waste, but this time, the medical expenses were supposedly covered by the police department, so there was no need to pay out of his own pocket. As for whether the police had enough money, that was a problem for Director Qin to worry about.