There are no diseases in the world, only punishment for one's own heart. - "Dark World"

If people were still full of confidence in Freudji not long ago, then now it is simply its most perfect opposite.

This literary capital, which has always been beautiful and prosperous, has become a purgatory on earth.

No one found out how the virus was transmitted.

But that short incubation period brought endless panic to the whole city.

Things started to be wrong a few weeks ago.

The fever patients in the clinic have always had high fevers. Losa, who was not responsible for taking care of the fever patients, worries in the mask and checks. He was shocked to find that they all had symptoms that match the description in the notes.

Unconsciousness, water accumulation in the liver, swollen lymph nodes, pus and sores...

"My God! What should I do?"

"What? The Black Death has spread to the city! Then..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I heard it's very terrible! If you get infected, it's like a moldy bread! Our family will run away!"

...

For a moment, rumors were endless.

Although, it may not be a rumor.

The Black Death.

black     dead

Darkness, death, filled the entire Freudki.

The doctors are now in a state of turmoil.

The reason is the ignorance of the church at the beginning - they believe that since the plague is God's punishment for mankind, taking measures to resist or escape is against God.

Out of this belief, the church opposed people seeking medical treatment.

Because no matter whether the medicine is effective or not, it is a "great disrespect" to God.

This attitude made the Black Death rampant for a while, and in the end, the order was forced to withdraw due to too many deaths.

"You are..." Losa was stuck in his black robe, stretched out his hand and turned over the nameplate on the other party's chest, "Ah, Sijiu, send these gauze to Dr. Ste."

The masked man opposite, who was almost exactly the same outfit as him, nodded and turned around and walked away.

Nowadays, every doctor who is busy in the clinic wears black clothes and bird beak masks. In order to identify their identities, there are numbers engraved on his chest.

Although Sijiu is not a formal doctor, he is an assistant after all, so he got a piece of it, but the number is his customized "049".

The doctors walked into a white room in silence, then walked out silently, and wrote a big "p" on the exterior wall with a brush dipped in black ink.

The patients groaned, tossed and turned in pain, and their relatives lay on the bed and cried in silence.

Fortunately, their suffering will end in three to five days, and God will lead the liberated people to heaven.

The doctors in black robes gradually became the pioneers of death, passing through the earth like crows.

"Well... so tired..."

Losa took off her clothes with some strength, collapsed on the desk, and spread her blonde hair.

He and Sijiu temporarily live in a remote wooden house. After all, if they contact patients every day and then enter the city, they might bring the virus in.

It was night, and the candlelight was struggling in the dark wind and shining.

He raised his upper body and flipped through thick records page by page.

"Well... bloodletting is useless, and hot compress is the same. The doctor in the west area said that vomiting is not effective... In this case..."

Sijiu was cleaning the mask without raising her head.

"No need to try setting fire or something. Even if this is cured, it will be dead, let alone not cured."

He wiped his hands with a cloth and paused.

"And those priests, tsk, are more arrogant than me, that they cannot invite God's mercy..."

“It is God’s mercy that we can live to this day.”

Losa was silent for a moment, lowered her eyes, and did not answer this sentence.

Yes, all the old medical treatments so far have not worked.

Is it true that it is a new disease that requires a new treatment?

"Oh... I really want to dissect the body to see what the symptoms are..."

Before he finished speaking, Losa widened his eyes and began to wonder if he had been possessed by a demon just now.

No, no, I must have been busy and confused to say such words!

Losa shivered in a daze and woke up.

How could I say such disrespectful things that would be so disrespectful to others!

He quickly looked up at Sijiu, who was still wiping his arms intently, but he heard nothing.

Losa exhaled and stood up and left with some embarrassment.

"Well, I'll go take a shower first. I'll come back later, so I don't need to extinguish the candle."

"Um."

He slowly walked through the dark aisle, thinking quietly unwillingly.

"But this really seems to be useful. Only anatomy can... Well, what's wrong with me? It's really..."

The sound of footsteps gradually moved away from here, and the wiping movement of Sijiu in the room stopped.

"Anatomy..."

He lifted his eyelids, and his light green eyes were extremely deep.

He stared at the miserable waning moon outside the window and smiled softly.

"I can still do this for him."

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In the early morning, there is a rare silence of the church.

A few tears came silently, and the warm orange-yellow light slightly illuminated the hall.

The marble-carved crucifix was silently hunched, and his pale eyes fell on the two people talking below.

"Father, please listen to me. The Black Death is coming in full force, and the previous treatments have not worked. Maybe a new treatment is needed to be eliminated."

The blonde young physician looked sincerely at the tall man in black.

"When I was studying in the Empire of Sunset, I was fortunate to hear about treatments from the East. They collected herbs, decocted them, fed them to the patients, and drank them to cure them from the inside, which was miraculous. Now all the treatments do not work. Can you also try this by imitating the East?"

"Oriental..."

The serious priest frowned.

Father Carl is a relatively wise clergyman, and he rejected the previous claim that "the Black Death should be indulged in the raging situation" of the Black Death.

Despite this, he was still a little resistant to the strange-looking herbs in the East that looked like witches' medicinal materials.

However, since Lothar and this outstanding medical student has spoken, I guess he will not go anywhere.

"So, someone will always try the new drug, right? Who are you going to find?"

Losa had long anticipated this problem and Zhan Yan smiled.

"Of course, they are the most serious Black Death patients. As long as they agree, they can do a little experiment. And I don't know how to use Chinese medicine with too strong efficacy at the moment, so there should be no problem."

"Then I'm relieved. In addition, we are very grateful to your father for donating a huge sum. The church is still not so tight."

The blonde boy bowed slightly and lowered his head.

"Where is there, it is your honor to share the worries of the church."

Carl nodded in satisfaction, and was about to say goodbye, but suddenly called the young man.

"With that being said, where should we find rare oriental herbs? You know, it is impossible to go to sea during this period."

"Oh, Grandpa of Sijiu likes to collect weird medicinal materials. There seems to be a lot of inventory in the pharmacy. When he first came back, he went to the store to take a look, so don't worry."

The priest curled the corners of his mouth in a rare manner, as if he was about to laugh, but suddenly his eyebrows were sharp.

"Sir, I admire you very much. However, I would like to remind you. Sijiu is a difficult person. He has always disrespectful to God, has no worries, and has everything to do. His fate seems not very good. Now he seems to be a little restrained when he is by your side, but he still has to be careful to get along with him, afraid that he will do something else."

Losa narrowed his eyes slightly and said lightly.

"This child is quite well-behaved and shouldn't be so vicious... But thanks for the priest's concern, I have a sense of my own. May God be with you."

“May God be with you.”

Amen.

The sky had already turned pale, and a few loud crows of roosters came from a distance, and one person and one horse slowly walked along the road.
To be continued...