The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 250
Translated by Pure
Chapter 250 The Source of the Epidemic (2)
At noon that day, the table was laden with a sumptuous feast to celebrate Mu Yang's recovery from illness. After days of worrying and little appetite, the trio finally savored a hearty meal together.
In the afternoon, Fu Zixian returned from his interrogations. Seeing Mu Yang in high spirits, he was at a loss for words. He simply stood beside Mu Yang, gazing at him with a smile.
Wen Yantong noticed the genuine happiness in Fu Zixian's usually reserved demeanor. His constant smile was a rare sight.
Later, when the doctors arrived and confirmed Mu Yang's recovery, their assessment aligned with Wen Yantong's prescription's effectiveness. They assured that the remaining red patches on Mu Yang's body would vanish completely within three days.
Chi Jingxi wasted no time in dispatching teams to procure the three essential herbs from every corner of the city, extending even to neighboring counties and towns. Despite their efforts, the demand outstripped the available supply, prompting Chi Jingxi to urgently request assistance from Chaoge.
Upon receiving the message, the emperor swiftly arranged for a substantial quantity of medicine to be transported to Yibei. Additionally, he conveyed the news of Mu Yang's recovery to Mu Yuan, alleviating his worries.
The scarcity of herbal medicines led to the distribution of prescriptions among the populace of Yibei City. However, these measures only marginally mitigated the spread of the plague, offering temporary relief rather than a definitive solution. Despite efforts, the number of afflicted individuals continued to surge, with symptoms including persistent high fever, coughing up blood, skin marked by red spots, and aggressive biting akin to that of a rabid animal.
Wen Yantong expressed her surprise upon hearing this revelation. ‘That's bizarre. The book never mentioned the last symptom before.’
Chi Jingxi acknowledged that the origin of the plague remained elusive, understanding that no matter how much medication was administered, complete eradication of the illness would remain unattainable.
Despite Fu Zixian's earnest efforts to interrogate Qingyi for three days, he failed to extract any valuable information from her. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, Chi Jingxi took it upon himself to visit the prison that night for a personal interrogation of Qingyi.
Wen Yantong volunteered to assist in the interrogation and suggested that they bring Mu Yang along as well. She was motivated by a desire to confront Qingyi, who had displayed arrogance during their previous encounters.
The cells were shrouded in darkness, lit only by the dim glow of lamps hanging on the walls. Men and women were segregated, sitting in groups of two or three. Upon seeing Wen Yantong, they rose and peered through the iron bars. The guard behind Chi Jingxi slashed at the gate with a long knife, prompting the prisoners to quickly retreat. Despite the tension, idle chatter echoed sporadically through the corridors.
Qingyi was confined in the innermost cell, isolated from the others. Wen Yantong requested some privacy with her, so she asked Chi Jingxi and Mu Yang to wait in front of the adjacent cell. Approaching Qingyi's confinement, Wen Yantong observed her curled up on the floor, her hair unkempt, her clothes worn and faded, presenting a pitiful sight.
Upon hearing footsteps, Qingyi coughed before speaking, "I've already told you, I know nothing about the disease you're asking about. No amount of questioning will change that."
Her voice carried a hint of frailty, lacking the sharpness it once held.
Wen Yantong couldn't help but smile and said, "Miss Qingyi, I trust you've been in good health since our last encounter."
Upon hearing Wen Yantong's voice, Qingyi turned over abruptly, her wide eyes fixed on her. "You! What are you doing here?!"
Wen Yantong responded calmly, "I came to pay you a visit." She observed Qingyi's disheveled appearance and recalled her arrogance when cursing Mu Yang. A sense of satisfaction filled her heart. "It seems life hasn't been treating Miss Qingyi kindly lately."
"What's it to you! You Chaoge scoundrels! Why should I care?" Qingyi's initially calm demeanor erupted upon sensing the mockery in Wen Yantong's gaze. However, her outburst seemed to strain her, causing her to cough up a mouthful of blood.
Startled, Qingyi hastily wiped her mouth with her hands. Wen Yantong noticed the red patches covering her arms.
"Oh, so Miss Qing is also infected," Wen Yantong remarked. "Isn't this a death sentence? I recall you mentioning that there's no cure for this disease, right Mu Xingyi?"
She gestured to Mu Yang, who walked over and stood before Qing Yi with a smile on his lips.
Qingyi became even more agitated at the sight of him. She attempted to get up but lacked the strength. She scrutinized Mu Yang, her expression filled with shock. "You... how is this possible..."
Mu Yang responded, "It seems you're disappointed that I'm still alive?"
After a moment of blank staring, Qingyi knelt down and pleaded, "Save me! I'm willing to tell you anything!"
Qingyi, unaware of the existence of a cure for the illness, had resigned herself to death. However, upon seeing Mu Yang, who had previously suffered from the same illness, standing before her alive and well, she was shocked to realize that there was still hope for her survival.
Wen Yantong was surprised by her sudden change in attitude, as Qingyi immediately knelt down and begged for mercy upon seeing Mu Yang.
Feigning ignorance, Wen Yantong questioned Qingyi, "What do you mean, Miss Qingyi? Didn't you say there was no cure for this disease? Why the sudden change of heart, asking us to save you?"
Qingyi, feeling desperate, realized that Wen Yantong was reproaching her, so she refrained from arguing further and continued pleading for mercy, "I was foolish before, great people are forgiving, there's no point in arguing with someone as wretched as me. Moreover, moreover, my parents are innocent, you don’t have to save me, but please save them!”
Wen Yantong regarded her with a condescending gaze, her eyes indifferent. "If you want your parents to survive, simply tell us everything you know truthfully. What is the origin of this illness!?"
Qingyi wailed, "It's not my fault! When the person gave me the item, it was assured me that this disease isn't contagious. I had no idea this would happen. If I had known, I wouldn't have...
"Who was it? What did they give you?" Wen Yantong interjected sharply.
"It was a man. I don't know his identity. He handed me a red pill and instructed that if I threw it into the well water, anyone who drank from it would contract an incurable rash," Qing Yi explained frantically. "But he said that the illness wouldn't cause pain or itchiness. The only symptom would be red spots on the skin."
"So you were instructed to throw the pill into the well of the house where we reside," Wen Yantong remarked, her tone stern. "I never imagined you could be so heartless."
Qingyi inched closer, pleading, "It was all my fault, all my fault! I don't expect you to save me, but I implore you to save my parents and the others in my household. They are all innocent!"
Wen Yantong had the urge to slap her, but restrained herself, instead, she delivered her words with a cutting edge. "Are the people of Yibei City not innocent? Are we, the soldiers who traveled from Chaoge to safeguard Yibei's peace, not innocent? Your parents bear responsibility too, for raising such a foolish and malicious child like you!"
Qingyi sobbed and prostrated herself in apology.
Wen Yantong's voice dripped with coldness as she declared, "You and your relatives will bear the consequences of your deeds. We won't offer any medicine to your family. If any of you survive, consider it fortune; if not, it's well deserved!"
With those words, she turned on her heel and departed, seething with anger. Qingyi's desperate screams reverberated through the dark, dank prison, growing increasingly pitiful as they faded into the distance.
Wen Yantong marched ahead with determined strides, and as she passed by Chi Jingxi, he reached out and gently grasped her wrist.
She halted, her expression still marked by anger, unwilling to speak at that moment. Chi Jingxi remained silent, offering reassurance with a comforting pat on the back of her hand, and the trio exited the cell without uttering a word.
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[Mini Theater]:
Revelation regarding the last erythema symptom:
After enduring ten needle pricks while crafting the praying doll, Mu Yang's frustration boiled over. In a fit of anger, he crammed the half-finished doll into his mouth and tore it apart, exclaiming, "Why is this so damn difficult to make?! I'll devour this worthless piece of shit!"
