609 A Rare Nice Dream (1/2)

Not all mice had such characteristics, which was their speculation. During recent experiments, the mice in contact with these bugs had problems and were soon infected with pathogens. Therefore, the mouse was a special case. Its condition was likely caused by coincident conditions.

Wang Yao was relieved a little. This meant the chances for mice like this were rare.

The possibility of the emergence of this pathogen was still unclear, but only several possibilities were proposed. The biggest possibility was that the mutation caused by external stimuli.

Mutation? What was the stimulus?

In addition to this report, there was a letter from Professor Lin. He said that he may come to the mountain village to see the actual location. He hoped that Wang Yao could help.

Lin Changfeng was an entomologist and zoologist. It would be Wang Yao's first time meet a person with such a title.

Wang Yao replied. Yes. I would welcome the opportunity.

Wang Yao was ready to return to Xishan Hill. He felt that he might have missed something. This time, he was going to leave no stone unturned.

Near evening, the wind suddenly began blowing loudly.

”More and more villagers are decorating their house in the city,” Zhang Xiuying said during dinner.

”Let them go. Do you want to go?” Wang Fenghua asked.

”No, it's just that a few people I get along well with will move to the city. I don't think I can accept it at that time.” Zhang Xiuying said. ”There will be no one to chat with.”

People were a group of animals that needed to communicate and be in contact with the outside world. When a person stayed at home for long, it would be easy to get ill, especially in modern society. In the information age, there were very few real hermits. How many young people could be able to withstand loneliness?

”If you feel bored and want to go to the city, just tell me,” Wang Yao said.

”I am just saying it. If we went to the city and lived in an apartment, it would not be as convenient as living in the village,” Zhang Xiuying said. ”Your sister's wedding day is set.”

”When?” Wang Yao asked.

”Oct.1,” his mother said.

That day gave them around five months to prepare. His elder sister getting married was a big deal.

In the whirring wind, Wang Yao went to the mountain. If he was an ordinary person, it would have been difficult to walk in the wind. But, he was not. The wind was divided into two sides three feet away from his body. It was as if it had encountered an invisible barrier. He continued to slowly walk south toward the mountain.

In the mountain village, people would usually light up their homes if they were at home. As Wang Yao arrived at the south of the village and turned back, there were very few lights. Many people had left for the city.

The recent changes in the mountain villages were quite significant, especially because of that terrible disease. If their heart was not here, the villagers would leave sooner or later.

Wang Yao finally arrived on Nanshan Hill and turned on a light. He began reading a roll of the Taoist scripture. A chanting sound came out of the hut and passed to the medicine field and woods.

The dog squatted quietly listening with erect the ears. The eyes of the goshawk on the treetop, even at night, were still bright. The black snake came under the eaves, curling into the shape of a plate. It seemed to be listening to the chanting.

Around 11 p.m. the lights in the hut were extinguished.

The next morning, the wind had stopped.

Professor Lu, Wen Wan, and her son came to the clinic. Wen Wan was much better than the last time. The change in her complexion was the most obvious. Her face was ruddy and not as pale as when she first arrived in the village. Her eyes had regained some brilliance.

”Sorry to trouble you again,” she said.

”Not at all, please sit down,” Wang Yao said. ”How do you feel?”

”I feel much better, but my body is still weak, or cold,” Wen Wan said.

”Don't worry, this cannot be completely improved or eliminated quickly,” Wang Yao said. ”How about eating? How much can you eat?”

”A bowl of porridge. I do not dare eat too much or I will feel bloated,” Wen Wan said.

”How long can you sleep?” Wang Yao asked.

”I have slept well these days, about seven or eight hours per day intermittently,” Wen Wan said.