RYEY -Chapter 493 A Walk Through the Gates of Hell

“Cheng Qiao, what’s going on? Why does your face look so terrible?”

Ye Jun and the principal both walked over. Without a word, Cheng Qiao stuffed two detox pills directly into their mouths. Whether the pills could counter this mysterious virus or not, taking them was better than not.

“Master, this is an infectious disease—one even more dangerous than the plague. At present, there’s no cure.”

“This person was brought here by Ye Chengying. Ye Chengying—quick, call Ye Chengying. This must be reported immediately. Right now. At once.”

Two doctors backstage had previously diagnosed this soldier. They only knew that he was poisoned and running a high fever—they didn’t realize it was an infectious disease—so the chances of them being infected were very high.

“Quick, isolate him! And send people to their homes and hospitals—anyone who has had direct or indirect contact with this person must be quarantined immediately. Send them to the medical school lab.”

The principal was so anxious that sweat was flying off his forehead. Suddenly, he regretted holding this public exam. Wasn’t he just asking for trouble?

But then, thinking about the infectious disease, he realized he might have done the right thing. If it weren’t a public exam, Ye Chengying wouldn’t have brought this person out, and no one would have known how he actually died.

Wu Hongxin and Yao Peng were playing chess. Cheng Qiao joining the special department meant that the people with special abilities under their care now had an extra layer of protection, so it was time for Cheng Qiao to make some self-defense pills.

“If you want the horse to run, you have to feed the horse grass. Cheng Qiao’s job is to treat illness. If you want her to develop additional elixirs, beyond her basic salary and allowance, a proper incentive must be given.”

Yao Peng pushed a chess piece, putting Wu Hongxin in check, and said casually:

Wu Hongxin quickly moved back to avoid it. When he tried to place another piece, he realized Yao Peng had him surrounded on three sides—there was no escape.

“You old man, Cheng Qiao isn’t even your family. Why do you need to worry so much?”

“But Cheng Qiao isn’t your family either. How can you exploit her like this?”

“Who says I’m exploiting her? Maybe Cheng Qiao will end up as my granddaughter’s mother-in-law. She’s family by marriage; I’m only helping her, not exploiting her.”

Yao Peng fell silent. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. As long as this old man understood, he didn’t have to think about grand ideals—he had to consider his own family too.

“Report!”

“Cheng Qiao successfully neutralized the poison today, right?”

“Generals, something serious has happened. You now must be quarantined because a high-risk infectious patient appeared today. Anyone who has had contact must be isolated.”

“What…”

Yao Peng was shocked, his heart sinking. Yesterday, Ye Chengying had eaten with them at the mountain lodge, and those people were brought by Ye Chengying.

“How is Ye Chengying now?”

“Report, General Yao, he has been quarantined, and his fever is not subsiding.”

“This is bad… I have detox pills here, I’ll get them.”

“General Yao, you cannot leave this room. Director Ye has already sent people to disinfect your courtyard. You can only return after your body is completely safe. Also, please report who you’ve come into contact with over the past two days.”

“Besides that old man, just the attending doctor and the orderly. I haven’t contacted anyone in the kitchen, but the orderly might have.”

“Understood. We’ll isolate them immediately.”

“What is going on? How could there be a high-risk infectious disease? What kind of disease is this? Wait… how do you have detox pills and I don’t?”

Wu Hongxin muttered to himself, then suddenly remembered something. His gaze toward Yao Peng sharpened, and Yao Peng laughed heartily, finally regaining a round.

Yesterday, late at night, Ye Chengying suddenly developed a high fever with yellow spots appearing on his body. At first, he thought he was just tired and that seasonal changes might cause a normal cold or fever.

But in the morning, he found his pillow covered in blood. Not only his nose, but his ears and mouth also had bloodstains. Ye Chengying knew something was wrong and quickly took a health pill.

After taking the pill, the bleeding subsided somewhat, but his headache was unbearable. The nearby orderly panicked and wanted to take him to the hospital.

Ye Chengying refused. With Ye Jun and Cheng Qiao at home, wasn’t his family more capable than any hospital doctor? But it was Cheng Qiao’s exam time, so he decided to wait until she finished.

He fell into a deep sleep again. At first, the orderly thought it was normal sleep, but by ten in the morning, he still hadn’t woken up—they realized something was seriously wrong.

Just as panic set in, the phone rang. It was Ye Jun. Upon learning that Ye Chengying’s fever wasn’t subsiding and he was bleeding, he realized he had been infected.

“Quarantine immediately. This is a high-risk infectious disease. Cheng Qiao will arrive soon. Check for any changes in your body, take protective measures immediately, and tally all the people you’ve been in contact with over the past two days.”

The orderly’s legs went weak. If he hadn’t been holding onto the table, he probably couldn’t stand. High-risk infectious disease? Could it really be that Ye Chengying contracted a high-risk infectious disease?

Cheng Qiao arrived quickly, fully geared with masks, goggles, caps, and thick layers of gauze, holding disinfecting equipment. She entered Ye Chengying’s house and began disinfecting.

She went directly into Ye Chengying’s bedroom and found him unconscious. She sent “Qi” to his eyes, which instantly burned with heat. Without hesitation, Cheng Qiao placed a golden Resurrection Pill into his mouth.

Ye Chengying’s soul was floating in midair, knowing his life was about to end. He was full of resentment—there were so many things left undone, how could he leave now?

But the God of Death had come to collect him. Even if he resisted, he had no choice. Just then, the door opened, and Cheng Qiao walked in.

When Cheng Qiao placed the golden Resurrection Pill into his mouth, the God of Death recoiled in fear, abandoning his soul. Ye Chengying saw with his own eyes the pill entering his mouth, and before he could even thank her, his soul returned to his body.

“Cheng Qiao, thank you. What disease do I have? How did it come so suddenly?”

Having narrowly escaped death, Ye Chengying’s first words were of gratitude, though he was confused about how he almost died.

“Uncle, one of the five poisoned soldiers you brought contracted a high-risk infectious disease. It’s normal that you were infected, too. We just don’t know how many people that person contacted, and how many you came into contact with.”

Ye Chengying’s face turned pale. He had made another mistake—though his intentions were good, he inadvertently brought out the five soldiers who were originally supposed to remain quarantined.