After grandpa died of a malignant infectious disease, the relatives adamantly refused to let me cremate him.
They cursed me, calling me a cheap girl, accusing me of being eager to handle grandpa's body because I must have hidden money in the body, insisting on searching.
I told them that the virus spreading would be deadly, but they refused to believe it.
Not finding any money on grandpa's body, they insanely cut open his stomach with a knife, searching for money.
The next moment, the virus, accompanied by blood from the corpse, splattered all over them.
All of them were infected by the virus and turned mad.
My uncle even knelt before me, saying I was the only female doctor in the village and must have a way to save them.
But I had already told them, once infected with this malignant infectious disease, there is absolutely no cure…