Losa unconsciously rubbed the cross pendant on his chest and pondered on the shaking horse's back. He stayed asleep for several days, and even though he was young and energetic, he was a little tired.

There are so many things to do...

Dr. Bruce seemed to have a fever.

There are herbs, but there are not many related books.

Alas, I still have to take time to read books.

I need to find someone to take over Dr. Bruce's class.

By the way, have there been more "p" houses along the way?

The port area should be reminded that Sijiu cannot go.

The mask seems to be scalded with boiling water...

Wait, what about Sijiu?

Although he said yesterday that he would come back later today, isn’t it a bit strange that he hasn’t come home yet after he orders tonight?

He was just having an appointment with Father Carl to discuss the medicine test, so why did he forget this kid?

Isn't this guy not going home yet?

besides……

Lothar let go of the silver pendant and rode his horse on the empty streets.

The cross trembled left and right as the bumps shaking, gradually losing the only trace of heat.

The blue eyes reflected the gradually brighter sky light, but they still brought a few undetectable worries.

Should I believe what Father Carl said?

When he jumped off his horse panting at the door of the wooden house, he happened to see Sijiu coming out of the inner room wet.

"It's a promising future! I haven't returned so late yesterday. Didn't I say that I'm going home at the right time? Are you ready to go out? I'll run around again!"

After pausing, Losa saw that Sijiu's head was covered with water droplets and her clothes were soaked.

"You took a shower?"

"Yes."

Sijiu was dizzy when she was yelling and responded with a burst of laughter and cry.

"I went to the West District to see the patient's symptoms develop, but I didn't expect it to take so long. I won't know next time."

Seeing that he was so well-behaved, Losa didn't say much, his eyes slid down to Sijiu's chest casually, and he caught a piece of transparent fabric wet with water.

It was the time for the boy to pull the bars, and his well-proportioned muscles were gently undulating, and he seemed to be able to feel the rising heat.

Losa suddenly felt a little fever in his earlobe, so he quickly walked in by mistake, and didn't ask anything, ignoring the tightness of Sijiu for a moment.

Sijiu stood alone in the empty yard, looked down at his chest, and smiled quite playfully.

He strolled to the well water, spread his hands, which had been behind him, squatted down, dipped in water and wiped the dried blood marks on the dagger, and his light green eyes were filled with blood and unprecedented tenderness.

"Ha, did you worry? It's never... so late again."

"I will definitely do better and better... Little Doctor..."

——

Today, it was not Losa on duty, so he stayed at home and slept with a lot of time.

In this space, Sijiu seemed to have gone out again.

Losarmon was in a daze in the quilt and heard the iron door creaking, and was speechless.

"Where does this guy go there in broad daylight? It seems that there is no work to do?"

Go fuck it.

Lothar didn't think about his abnormalities and fell asleep again.

And someone who was criticized in his heart was walking on the street with his usual black mask.

After several intersections, he turned into an alley and stopped in front of a dark and cold abandoned wooden house at the very top.

If you stand in the lower vent and smell it, you can still smell some disgusting fishy smell.

But Sijiu seemed to be careless, took the key and opened the lock, raised his leg and stepped in.

There is no one in the room, there are also people. There are dead people.

It was a fresh-looking corpse, lying stiffly on the platform, not rotting yet, but the swollen black spots could be seen in the area where the flesh was intact.

It looked like a corpse of a black-dead patient, but it was broken and died with eyes open. It was bloody and not very pleasing to the eyes.

However, this is nothing to Sijiu, who has been a butcher.

The house was an abandoned house that Sijiu had accidentally discovered. It had a simple layout, a waist-length brick platform, a desk, and two stools.

There was a stack of books, a bottle of ink, a quill and a stack of parchment on the table.

Sijiu closed the door with his backhand, took a pen, pulled out a book, pulled a stool, sat upright in front of the brick table, and flipped the book without changing his face.

This is a book from the East compiled from my grandfather's study. The name of the country is difficult to read, and the content is also incomprehensible. Fortunately, there are pictures.

That day, after Losa picked it out, he didn't pay attention. He took it over and flipped it over, but saw a page of illustration.

The illustration is a person, the person spreads his body in five shapes, and his torso and limbs are drawn with a certain pattern of winding black lines. There are black dots on the lines. The writer also marked the numbers next to each black dot and explained in detail.

Although Sijiu couldn't understand it, he knew at least that it must be related to the human body. Those black dots might be some "mechanism" of the human body.

After hearing Losa's whisper a few days ago, Sijiu kept his words in mind.

He has always disdained to believe in the nonsense of the church. Isn’t a piece of flesh if a person dies? Where can God save my soul?

If I could save it, then why would I still be healthy and stable after doing so many bad things? Even the little doctor is with me?

The mask was not very breathable, so he couldn't help but raise his hand and press his chest with his wrist.

After a few years in a pharmacological store, although he did not like medicine, he was also full of contempt for the conservative medical method.

Like those evil diseases of vomiting blood from the mouth, Sijiu agreed with the statement that "the devil is lurking in his body", but he just wanted to cut the man open and see the devil's appearance.

Now that the Black Death is rampant, he agrees with the disobedient words that were killed by thousands of swords.

Since his little doctor dared not do it, it would be better to hand over the errand of going to hell to him.

He read the book carefully for a while, stood up and pointed at the approximate position of the body with a dagger, and lifted up the ribs along the hard bone in the center of the chest cavity.

This Black Death patient is a young man who always coughs when he gets sick.

Sijiu read the book. There is a tube facing downwards of the mouth and nose to connect two blocks in the body that are unknown, which should be related to breathing.

As he moved, his eyes narrowed.

On those two organs, there was a pathological dark red that was inconsistent with other parts, and it was faintly black, which was really not normal.

Is this the reason for coughing up blood?

Sijiu took off his right glove and held a pen to record it on the parchment scroll.

Last night, it took too much effort to decorate this room and carry the body. Before I could even observe carefully, I found that it was dawn.

An unexpected gain...

He sighed secretly, not noticing that the gap between the wooden door facing away from him was suddenly blocked by the shadow.

The black shadow moved up and down a few inches, and suddenly disappeared.

It was like a person who could peek at the mysterious secret from both sides and the others and escaped.

It's true that things are unpredictable.

——

On the bluestone square platform, some withered herbs were lined up, and a small mortar next to it was still a light black medicine solution.

Outside the window, there were dark clouds, the cold wind was biting, and the thunder was rolling in the distance, and some white light was leaking from time to time.

It was only two or three o'clock in the afternoon, but it was like the late night winter.

A month and a half passed in a flash.

In mid-February, Freud Kishang was in a calm state.

Although the Black Death is terrifying, except for dozens of families on the edge of the city, they were caught off guard. After several families who were about to escape were stopped, the city center was safe and sound.

The great benefactor who saved the city was the young blonde doctor, Lothar.

He spoke a few weeks ago that since the Black Death is not well transmitted, he might as well stay at home for the time being, keep the home clean and hygienic, isolate the infected person, and then slowly find a way out.

The citizens were just in a hurry to seek medical treatment, but they didn't expect it to be a solution.

At first, everyone was disdainful of cleaning the streets. After several homeless people who had been sleeping on the streets all year round, they gradually took it seriously.

However, the young talent that everyone admires is not in the mood to think about this at this moment.

On the contrary, Losa was frowning and writing quickly. He knew that isolation could only take several days to be stable, and only by finding a life-saving prescription is the fundamental solution.
To be continued...