"And then?" Chen Mo asked.
"And then, in the blink of an eye, that auntie disappeared. I asked Zhuzi, and he said he didn't see any small boat at all," the little boy said.
Chen Mo's eyebrows slightly raised, "Do you remember what that person looked like?"
The little boy shook his head in confusion, "I don't remember."
Chen Mo pondered silently.
Could it really be the work of the Demon Clan?
But going through so much trouble to target these ordinary people, what could be the purpose?
"No matter what, first let's preserve their lives."
Chen Mo looked up at Qin Yi and said, "Treating them one by one is too inefficient. Brother Qin, could you please gather all the patients together."
"Alright."
Qin Yi responded and led a few people quickly out of the medical hall.
...
About one incense stick later.
Dozens of patients gathered in front of Jisheng Hall, young and old, with many on the brink of death, barely clinging to life.
