Late into the night.
In the critical illness zone, the patients gradually began to exhibit new symptoms.
"Quick! Hurry and move it over, the Princess has ordered everything to be burned! Quickly!"
The patients started having diarrhea.
All contaminated clothing and utensils were brought out, gathered together, and burned to ash in one go.
The critical illness zone reeked with a fetid stench.
Everyone felt as though they were living in hell itself.
Was this the "improvement" the Princess had spoken of? No one could say. All that was certain was that the critical illness zone, for the entire night, was engulfed in chaos and anguish.
"That woman actually took off her mask and stayed with them? Doesn't she fear getting infected?"
When the news was brought back, Chu Minghao frowned, his face full of disdain: "The stench in the infection zone is unbearable, yet she stays there. It truly shows she is one of their kind—filthy to the core!"
