These were two ordinary people, dressed in tattered clothes, scrawny in stature, with exposed skin on their hands and legs that resembled dry, black snake skin.
"They're too weak," Su Mo said.
Everyone's face looked horribly ill, with a faint stench of death lingering over them.
"Lack of vigor. The daily dosage of medication is being halved and used sparingly, and the effects are significantly reduced," the doctor sighed helplessly.
"That's not even the worst part. These two refugees were found acting abnormally in a highly populated area. How fast the spread is, I can't say for sure now."
"We'll set off tomorrow. If all goes well, we should be able to return in two days," Lu Chen said calmly.
Only then did the doctor turn his attention to this man of impressive presence, hesitatingly saying, "The timing should be sufficient, it depends on their constitution as well."
