The night passed quickly. By the next morning, the long-unconscious Liu Yang finally opened his eyes. After a night of rest, his complexion had returned to normal, though his body was still quite weak. Margaret had stood guard outside all night. As soon as she heard Liu Yang had awakened, she immediately entered the room. “Liu Yang, I’m the official in charge of handling this plague situation. I have a few questions for you, and you must answer truthfully. Do you understand?” Margaret cut straight to the point. “…Yes,” Liu Yang nodded, a bit fearful. “When did you first contract the plague?” Margaret asked. “I don’t know how long I was unconscious… but in my memory, it was about three days ago when I suddenly felt dizzy and weak, with chills all over. At first, I thought it was just a regular cold, so I took some random medicine. I didn’t expect it to get worse. By the time I realized something was wrong, it was already too late,” Liu Yang replied weakly. “Before the sy...