An unprecedented plague swept through China.
High fever. Pupils are dilated. Nails are blue and dark. Drooling at the corners of the mouth.
The infected person loses consciousness within a few hours, bites everyone in sight, and looks like a walking corpse.
The modern medical system collapsed instantly, all antiviral drugs became ineffective, and a vaccine was nowhere in sight.
People say this is the end of the world.
But Shen Banxia, a resident doctor at the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the Third Hospital of the City, doesn't think so.
She found that: moxibustion on Dazhui can delay the transformation of corpses, Shixuan bloodletting can release heat and wake up the mind, Jingfang Baidu Powder can cut off the first signs of syndrome, and Huiyang Jiuni Decoction can restore Yang who wants to escape.
When the whole world was studying guns and vaccines, she opened "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and picked up the silver needle.
Zombification, in the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, is never an unknowable terminal disease.
It is the evil that invades the sun, the poison that enters the Yang Ming, the heat that closes the pericardium, and the Yang Qi that bursts out.
When it comes to syndrome differentiation and treatment, and when it comes to prescribing the right medicine, you can't make a single mistake.
But this is not a one-person war.
Zhao Liansheng, a taxi driver, drove a strange mother and son through the corpse tide on the night of the city lockdown. Border guard Zhang Yuanhang guarded the front line of the country at his sentry post in the snowy mountains. Biological researcher Su Che works day and night in the laboratory to decipher the truth about the virus. Liu Guifen, a Chinese medicine shop, took apart her medicine cabinets and gave them to her neighbors. Sun Hao, a grassroots policeman, handcuffed himself to a water pipe after being bitten, leaving behind his last pair of handcuffs and a hammer.
They are doctors, soldiers, drivers, street vendors, police officers, and researchers.
They don't know anyone.
But they are all doing the same thing:
In the deepest night, burn yourself into a wick
