In January 2020, the gray fog over Wuhan was not water vapor, but the remnant soul of the ancient "God of Plague".
The infected person is not an ordinary pneumonia, but a "madman" - gibbering in ancient languages, pupils becoming vertical, and the sea of consciousness is swallowed by gray mist. Mo Fenggang, an acupuncturist from Wawushan, Shaoyang, was burned in his right eye by gray fog when he was seven years old, so he received a "medical eye" in exchange for it. He could see the reality: every tentacle of gray mist, every soul about to collapse.
He met Big Fat Xiong who drove a van, retired veteran Wang Hongmei, drugstore clerk Qin Sanzhen, chef Xia Yongkang, and photographer Ye Xiaozhou. Six people form the "Xiang-Emo Night Team", serving as volunteers during the day and night watchmen at night.
When doctors can't save him, when a level five lunatic tears his protective suit apart - the silver needle is the last resort.
"If the epidemic night comes to an end, I will stand in front of the ward, with a silver needle to tide over the disaster, and my blood-stained white clothes."
"In Daxia, plague ghosts are prohibited from traveling."
Big Fat Xiong completed the 1000th delivery, but drove into the gray fog core of the Yangtze River Bridge on the 1001st trip. The moment the van burned, Mo Fenggang finally understood: A mortal body can really rival gods.
Three years later, deep in the camellia forest of Wawu Mountain, "Mo's Physiotherapy Valley" opened. Room No. 213, The door number is engraved——
"Here is a place for all broken light."
[Mr. Wawu·Realistic Anti-epidemic×Eastern God-Slaying·1000 Chapter Epic]
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