"Did you notice something?" After stuffing the notice into his chest, Yan Daoxin finally couldn't help but ask Lu Qing beside him, "Those people's eyes are quite peculiar when looking at us."
"Probably think we're the type who covet money, traveling all this way only to seek death," Lu Qing replied indifferently. From the expressions and eyes of the soldiers guarding the gate when they entered the city earlier, he more or less already guessed it.
Rather than worrying about how many doctors had died before, he was more curious about what stubborn illness or strange disease afflicted King Fan, such that even his own Medical Officer was helpless and they had to resort to casting a wide net like this in desperation.
After speaking with Yan Daoxin, he quickly realized that Zhu Yu was also very quiet, constantly frowning slightly, looking around, as if searching for something, or confirming something.
"What's wrong?" He turned his head and asked softly.
