"Do you find this matter somewhat strange?" Ye Zi'an smoothed out his sleeve, frowning in thought before speaking to Mu Shaoling, "Do you think it's possible that this isn't sickness?"
"I know what you're about to say," Mu Shaoling reclined in his chair, "This illness is riddled with oddities. If it were a contagious disease, by now a large number of people in Shandong would have died, at the very least the people around you should have contracted it, and given the number of people who have come and gone from Shandong recently, it's impossible that other places wouldn't have reported cases of the illness. But if it's not that, then cases keep cropping up in Shandong."
This was the part he couldn't figure out. These past few days, he had been studying ancient medical texts, he'd even looked into the witchcraft of the Miao region. There were some similarities, but also differences.
