Suddenly hearing a voice coming from behind, Si Yao turned around and saw that the old man's eyes had opened. He didn't know when he finally opened them.

It's just that he still looks very tired and weak, and his voice is also very small.

His voice was a bit dry and hoarse, if it wasn't for Si Yao's extra concentration, he might have ignored it.

Squatting down again, Si Yao got closer, "How do you feel?"

Shaking his head feebly, Mr. Yuan opened his mouth and said intermittently, "Don't...let...anyone...out."

Although the words were broken and incomplete, Si Yao understood.

"Highly contagious?"

The old man nodded but said nothing.

"Then I will also fall into the trap?" Si Yao thought, could he not escape this disaster?

I thought that the last plague almost killed me, and there was nothing to be afraid of, but I didn't expect that after just one wave would come again.

But it doesn't matter. Now if his son is really infected, then he has nothing to be afraid of. He must stay by his son's side, accompany him, and take care of him.

"No... definitely." The old man took a breath, then raised his arm with great effort, "Look!"

When he said this, his arm had already been raised, but before he could put it on the side of the bucket, it dropped heavily again.

As if being pulled, it fell below the surface of the water again.

Si Yao was startled, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but he avoided it by turning his body slightly.

"Do not touch me!"

The old man seemed to be having a hard time saying every word. After he finished speaking, he frowned tightly, exhausting all his strength.

"Don't touch, don't touch!" Raising his hands, Si Yao's doubts became more and more serious.

It seems that it is not as simple as what he sees on the surface.

I thought I already knew the general outline, but looking at the old man's condition now, it seems that it is not just as simple as an infectious disease?

"%#%@*" The old man said vaguely.

This time he still didn't hear clearly, but Si Yao probably understood that this was another curse word.

This old man's temper is truly extraordinary.

"Damn it!" He snorted, not knowing whether to lose his temper with himself or someone, but with that sound, he raised his arm and put it on the side of the bucket.

Si Yao only glanced at it and stayed on the spot.

how to say!

He had never seen such an arm before. The veins on the arm were prominent, like a malnourished and extremely thin person. He was so skinny that he could see the blood vessels under the skin, but it was not just that.

The old man's arms are not that thin, but the veins and blood vessels can be clearly seen. Most importantly, the veins seem to be still moving.

Not that normal blood slide, but...

He had a weird idea, but it flashed through his mind. JrNovels.com