Xia Weibao had already observed his symptoms before she spoke.
"I am a doctor."
The man was stunned, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes, but it quickly turned to despondency.
"You aren't someone sent from above, are you?"
Those people sent from above were all afraid of death, armored head to toe.
But this person in front of him was only wearing an ordinary White outfit and likely wasn't one of them.
"No, I am here to treat illnesses. Can you let me take your pulse?"
The man looked at her suspiciously.
Clearly distrusting, but considering that he had been infected for almost a day, death wasn't far away.
What did it matter anymore?
So he nodded.
Xia Weibao didn't dare to enter his house, as he was infected, and it was surely teeming with germs.
The two walked to the stone table by the door, and Xia Weibao spread out a piece of isolation paper on the stone chair before sitting down.
Although she had taken medicine before coming, caution was still paramount.
