Chapter 177 Suspected Flu
Liu Xuehua quickly took a few masks and distributed them to everyone. She also put one on and walked over to the man, but the man still waved his hand: “Don’t come over. People will die.”

Liu Xuehua threw the mask in her hand to him and said, “Put it on. As long as I don’t breathe the air you exhale, I won’t be infected. I’m a doctor and can treat you.”

The man put on the mask doubtfully and looked Liu Xuehua up and down: “Are you really a doctor? Can you treat me?”

“Yes! I’m a doctor. Are you having a headache, cough, body aches, and high fever now?” Liu Xuehua asked him.

“Yes! That’s what happened to me. I was a serf on Thomas Farm. Everyone on our farm died in this way, including my master’s entire family. Doctor, will I die in this way too?” The man was a little frightened.

“Didn’t your master find a doctor to treat him?” Serfs certainly couldn’t afford to hire a doctor, but the farm owner, who was also the slave owner, could hire a doctor!
“The doctors all live in the city. Our farm is hundreds of miles away from the city. Since the outbreak of the fever, the city has closed its gates and does not allow anyone from outside to enter.”

“You wait there, I’ll go get the tools and check what virus you’ve been infected with. Then we can determine a treatment plan.” Liu Xuehua explained. The main reason was that they didn’t know whether the virus he was infected with was a virus we knew, so Liu Xuehua had to be careful.

“Doctor, can I really not die?” The man was surprised!
“We’ll know after checking first. It shouldn’t be a big problem.” Liu Xuehua comforted him.

“Doctor, wait a moment.” The man pushed a pocket behind him to Liu Xuehua.

“What is this?” Liu Xuehua asked.

“I found it in the owner’s house. I didn’t have much money, so I only took this much to pay for my medical expenses,” the man said.

“Then put it here first!” Liu Xuehua nodded. The main thing was that it needed to be disinfected, as there must be a lot of viruses on it.

A few minutes later, Liu Xuehua came down. She brought a simple table and two chairs and asked the man to sit on the chairs so that he could have his blood drawn.

Several tubes of blood were quickly drawn and given to Wen Hao to be delivered to the third floor to his colleagues in the laboratory, while Liu Xuehua gave the man a pill and a glass of water.

“You eat first! No matter what virus you are infected with, you need to cool down first.” Liu Xuehua explained.

The man had never seen a doctor in his life, so what Liu Xuehua said was like an imperial decree. He took the pills and swallowed them without saying a word.

While waiting for the results, Liu Xuehua had a brief conversation with him.

The man’s name was Murray, and he was a serf on Thomas Farm. The farm housed the owner’s family of five and more than a hundred serfs. More than ten days ago, the owner’s family went to a banquet, and after returning, the whole family fell ill.

The master asked the serfs to go to the city to get a doctor, but the city gates were locked and they were not allowed in. The serfs had no choice but to return home, but after a few days, the master and his family all died.

At this time, almost all the serfs on the farm were infected with the virus. The Murrier family lived by a small river on the farm, far away from most people, so they were the last to be infected.

“How many people are there on your farm?” No matter what kind of plague, not everyone will die. There will always be people with good resistance who survive.

“There are more than a dozen people besides our family,” said Murrier.

“Then when you recover from your illness, you can occupy the farm and make it your own farm, and become the owner. Anyway, the owner’s family is dead.” Liu Xuehua said. “No, we are born slaves and we will be slaves all our lives. The imperial law stipulates that when our masters die, nobles from other places can inherit the masters’ inheritance, including slaves. That is to say, when the fever is over, other nobles will inherit our farm, and we will become serfs of the new owner.” Murrier said.

“No matter who the new owner is, as long as he is a noble, he can inherit your farm, right?” Liu Xuehua asked.

“That’s right. Only nobles have the right of inheritance,” said Murrier.

“You can’t pretend to be nobles, can you? So many people died this time, no one knows each other. Anyway, people from far away can also inherit. You can just pretend to be nobles from far away and inherit the farm. If you don’t say it yourself, who will know?” Liu Xuehua felt that Murrier was too servile.

“No, we have marks on our heads since we were young. For example, I am a serf of Thomas Farm, so I have Thomas’s unique mark on my head. As long as we defect, other nobles can capture us and take us as their private property or beat us to death.” Murrier said, pointing to the mark on his forehead.

Liu Xuehua didn’t look at it carefully before and thought it was just a scar and didn’t pay much attention to it. Now, seeing Thomas pointing at it, she saw that there were indeed a few letters “Thomas” on it.

“So now that you have this, you dare not resist. Even if the master is dead, you still have to wait for the new master.” Liu Xuehua looked sad.

“Yes! Once we are discovered, those nobles will beat us to death,” said Murrier.

“You should get treatment first! Once you’re cured, I’ll find a way to remove this scar for you.” Liu Xuehua said.

“Really? Can it really be removed? Can I really stop being a slave? Is it really possible?” Murrier was so happy that he was incoherent. His body, which had been weakened by illness, was now full of energy.

“It’s OK. It won’t be too difficult!” You can use laser to remove the scar. Since the words were carved decades ago, the wound has healed smoothly and it’s not difficult.

“Doctor, wait a minute. I’ll go back and bring you all the gold coins in the master’s cellar.” Murrier was happy, as if he was not sick at all, but he had too much strength to use.

“Don’t worry, your test report will be out soon. I will give you the medicine to take back after the results come out.” Liu Xuehua said.

“Okay, thank you, doctor!” He bowed to Liu Xuehua.

“Then I’ll go take a look first.” Liu Xuehua said as she was about to go upstairs to see the results.

“Doctor, wait a moment.” Murrier called Liu Xuehua.

“what happened?”

“Can you also get some medicine for my wife and three children? If this money is not enough, I will go back and get more.” Murrier knew that the cost of medical treatment was very high, and some nobles would even go bankrupt.

“How old are your three children?” If the treatment is to be carried out according to the plan, each of them must be tested, but doesn’t the condition allow it?

“An eight-year-old, a six-year-old, and a two-year-old,” Murrier said.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll watch and get it. Oh, not bad! You’re sweating.” Liu Xuehua said, looking at the sweat on Murrier’s forehead.