"Cough cough cough..."
In Steward Yan's room, two people were sleeping, he and his fourteen-year-old only son.
Xiao Chunquan knocked on the door and took quite a while before hearing their voices.
"Steward Yan..."
"Oh, it's Chunquan. Don't come in; we've caught a chill and are afraid it'll pass to you." Steward Yan said, "This epidemic is quite severe; I know of five or six who've already succumbed."
Even the worksite has halted, and the usually fierce overseers don't have the strength to speak.
"Indeed, our whole family is coughing, and my uncle has a high fever."
"You should try to find Doctor Gu to buy some medicine." Steward Yan said sympathetically, "His medicine is expensive but at least it can save lives. As long as the mountain remains, there's no fear of lacking firewood. When you've got here, just endure, there will be a day to reunite with family."
