Kapitel 107: Chapter 108: [Plague]
Rainy Day was silent for a while: "Take me to see it."
The two men came to a ward in the hospital or clinic. There were several patients lying in the room, two of whom were unconscious, and several others were lying on the bed coughing.
"Cough cough cough…"
"Ahem! Ho--back off!"
He coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, which fell into the wooden bucket beside the bed.
"Graystone, how are you?" Rainy Day asked, but didn't dare to get too close.
Gray Stone was a shaman doctor. He was also lying on the bed at this time, coughing weakly. There was a hint of fear in his weak voice: "High Priest, cough cough... I treated them, but none of them was cured. Instead, I got the same cough myself."
On a rainy day, he asked again, "Have you used the garlic oil?"
"I've tried it. I've tried garlic wine and garlic oil, but they're useless." Huishi said, sighing.
"High Priest, what should we do now?" Wrinkles asked.
It was raining and he frowned, paced back and forth, obviously feeling helpless.
In the shamanic tradition, there are countless ways to treat plague, but he knows very well that these are actually tricks to fool people.
Over the past few hundred years, the shamans have performed countless dances to drive away the plague god, but the result was often the extermination of their entire clan.
At this moment, he suddenly envied those superstitious people who believed in shamanism. Although those people had no solution to the problem, at least they could escape the problem naturally.
In comparison, he is more like the most miserable person, who can realize the coming of disaster but has no ability to solve it.
"It would be great if Ma Shao was here." Rainy Day couldn't help but say, "He must have a way."
In his opinion, Ma Shao is undoubtedly the third type of person, who is both clearly aware of the disaster and has the ability to solve it.
"That's right, the Great Chief must have a way!" Wrinkles said firmly.
"Plague, plague!" At this moment, a terrifying cry suddenly came from outside, "The plague is coming, the punishment is coming; the plague is coming, the retribution is coming!"
Rainy day's expression changed drastically and he rushed out of the room. Then he saw an old man not far away shouting and dancing, surrounded by a circle of tribesmen.
The tribesmen were discussing among themselves.
"what happened?"
"Vulture, tell me clearly, what plague is coming? Where is the plague?" someone asked.
The vulture's face was covered with colorful patterns from the abandoned shamanic tradition.
At this moment, he was shaking his head, letting his gray hair flutter in the wind: "The plague is coming, just like the dream I had, a snowfall will bring punishment from the Great Spirit!"
"If you don't believe it, you can go to the hospital ward and see that even Huishi has contracted a cough. The medical skills he believes in are useless! They're all scams!" His voice rose and fell, as if he was chanting.
"Is this true? Is the plague really coming?" Fear appeared on people's faces.
The fear of plague has long been deeply ingrained in the Indians' bones.
"Let's dance!" Vulture shouted, his voice full of fanatical faith and incitement, "Let's dance like our ancestors did. This is the true medical skill, and only this can protect us!"
In just a few words, the fear buried in people's hearts was gradually awakened, and an atmosphere of confusion and trembling began to spread.
The crowd was about to dance with the condor, just as their Indian ancestors had done in centuries past.
He rushed over on a rainy day and immediately scolded: "Vulture, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Vulture sneered: "Nonsense? Wasn't what I said right? Isn't there a plague in the hospital?"
"High Priest, is there a plague?" people asked hurriedly.
Rainy Day paused: "The Great Spirit will not punish anyone. Vulture, as a shaman, you openly distorted the Oracle, isn't that nonsense?"
Vulture laughed: "Didn't you write the Oracle? Even the words were created by you and Ma Shao. You are just -"
Before he finished speaking, a loud shout came: "How dare you disrespect the chief!"
Vulture turned his head and saw several soldiers coming over. Leading them was Houjian, the centurion of the Mianxiong Army and the leader of the Mianxiong militia.
He was about to explain something, but Thick Shoulders had already given the order: "Catch him!"
Without further ado, several soldiers immediately captured the vulture.
Vulture was no match for a few young soldiers, but his face turned red and he kept shouting: "The plague is coming, the heavy snow is the punishment of the Great Spirit--"
It was raining and I immediately picked up a piece of rag from the side and stuffed it into his mouth, finally calming him down.
"Take this guy who spreads rumors and insults the chief away!" Thick Shoulders said, then walked into the crowd and looked around. "There is no plague. Everyone go back."
The tribesmen were skeptical and dispersed after discussing the matter.
"Thanks for arriving in time." Rainy Day breathed a sigh of relief.
Thick Shoulders moved closer and whispered, "Is there really a plague?"
Rainy Day did not answer, but said: "Now that the chief is not here, we need to discuss something. Let the soldiers take care of the ward, and we will go to the hall to talk."
Thick Shoulders nodded, arranged martial law, and headed to the Chieftain's Hall.
More than a dozen people came into the hall and then closed the door.
"Wrinkles, tell everyone the details." Rainy Day took a deep breath and started the meeting.
Wrinkles nodded and narrated slowly: "Five days ago, the hospital received the first patient with cough. His condition was not very serious at the time, so Gray Stone gave him some traditional herbs and let him go."
"As a result, his condition continued to worsen, and he was soon carried into the hospital by his family."
"We quickly used garlic oil, but it didn't work. His condition worsened and he eventually fell into a coma."
"After that, the patient's son, wife, and a pair of brothers next door all developed coughing illnesses one after another. Even Graystone got it today... So I think this is probably a plague."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room was extremely silent, and everyone's face was filled with solemnity.
Rainy Day looked around and said, "This is the situation. I don't need to say much about how terrible the plague is. Now that the chief is away, we must be extremely cautious."
Thick Shoulders: "I will organize martial law for the entire city. We are now in a state of war preparation."
"Martial law alone is useless," Xia Yutian said. "We also need to implement quarantine to isolate those who are already infected and prevent them from coming into contact with healthy people."
Feng Sheng hesitated for a moment: "I think we should also check who has had contact with the patient recently and isolate them as well - they may have grown a kind of 'microorganism'. The chief said that microorganisms are an important cause of disease, especially infectious diseases."
Rainy Day thought for a moment and said, "You are right. You will be responsible for this matter. Find out all the people who have had close contact with the existing patients and quarantine them all."
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