MTL - I’m Always the Villain-Chapter 132 Pope 5

There will be a plague in this country in the near future, and the source of the plague is in this disease-stricken area today.

Including Sang Jiuchi and Hull, there were a total of 18 followers.

Before departure, Sang Jiuchi had already prepared mugwort leaves, and after they brought a sufficient amount of towels, damp cloths and other necessary materials, they started to head towards the destination.

The imperial capital is the most prosperous city in the entire empire. But on the fringes of the empire, there are slums that no one cares about.

This time they went to the slum this time.

The national strength of the Mansi Empire is the strongest among the three major empires, especially their iron armored infantry is extremely brave. But they are brave, and others have scheming.

Just when the Mansi Empire was fighting the enemy bravely, the enemy aimed at the heart of the empire - the imperial capital.

They threw rotting cattle and sheep that had been dead for a long time into the rivers of the outer river. The city is not rich in water resources. The water in the rich areas can be enjoyed unlimitedly. supply.

In order to meet their daily water needs, some people in the slums go to the middle reaches of the outer rivers to fetch water, while others take a bath and wash clothes directly at the bottom.

Rotten cows and sheep developed a virus that silently infects the people of these slums.

A large area of ​​mass sickness incidents gradually occurred in the slums.

If people in wealthy areas show symptoms of illness, they will definitely seek medical attention immediately, and this disaster can be detected in time.

However, the people who get sick are precisely the slums with no extra money. Their money can only be used for their daily needs, not to mention going to a doctor, and they are not willing to even buy water.

Generally speaking, people in the slums often choose to carry it hard. If they can't carry it, they will go to the doctor.

In this hierarchic country, the poor are destined to die.

In peacetime,

There is a large area of ​​illness in an area, and the officials who govern this area will also notice it, and then guess the possibility of the plague.

But now it is precisely the time of war, and almost all the idle troops that can be used in the back row of the imperial capital have been transferred to the battlefield or more useful positions, and the troops in places like the slums have become weak immediately, so the issue of illness has not been taken seriously.

Until things got out of hand, the first dead man appeared in the slum, followed by the second.

As more and more dead were carried out of the slums, people realized that the safest imperial capital had long since become a breeding ground for plague.

By the time they reacted, the plague had spread throughout the city.

The emergence of the plague was the trigger for the decline of the Holy See culture. In the face of helpless death, people began to transfer their desire for survival to the almighty God of Light. In the original plot, the original owner was raised in the temple for more than half a month after being flogged. During this half month, Justin began to keep going out and out of the people to promote the culture of the Holy See in order to attract contacts for himself.

The joy of the immediate victory overwhelmed his mind, making him hesitate, and even uttered some ridiculous remarks that "the God of Light can cure diseases".

He gave the patients hope, but the patients had only despair in their hands. Death followed one after another, and people gradually began to question the God of Light and the Holy See.

Because of a plague, the Mansi Empire, which had always been dominant on the battlefield, began to retreat, and this decline lasted for half a year.

Until the enemy country was about to attack the imperial capital, Hel led the iron cavalry of the Royal Knights to fight.

30,000 people faced an army of 300,000 people, and completed the counterattack with an absolute disadvantage. Only then did the enemy stop the attack.

In the next three years, Hull led his iron cavalry to fight east and west, from the original army of 30,000 to 100,000, 300,000, and finally one million.

And Hull also changed from a small head of the Royal Knights to a general. He led a million-strong army under his command, but in just three years, he forced the Alpha Empire and the North Tower Empire to surrender.

Since then, this continent has no longer a tripartite confrontation, and the Siman Dynasty, which ruled the world, was born.

King Ino, who ascended the throne as the emperor, canonized Hull as a duke with a different surname, because the Holy See had already lost the people's hearts. When King Ino sentenced the original owner to be burned at the stake for the crime of bewitching, the people not only did not stand on the side of the Holy See as before, but also applauded. .

For that tragic plague, someone will always pay the price and bear the wrath of the wounded. The Holy See and the original owner became the scapegoats.

The Holy See culture was wiped out, and the last shackle tied to Ino was completely broken. Since then, the beast has come out of the box, and there is no force that can restrain this beast.

This is the end of the story, and everything seems to be happy.

However, Sang Jiuchi knew that the story was far from over.

Ino has become the king who rules the whole continent, which means that he has the absolute right to speak. Even if Hull was crowned a duke, he was only a duke in the end.

One is the king fried in playing cards, and the other is the ace of spades in playing cards.

Hull, must lose.

Ino's treatment of Hull's sister shows his ruthlessness and forbearance. In order to bring Hull under his command, he can get close to Susan, who is completely inconsistent with his identity, and finally take advantage of Susan's death. Bury a dark chess with a poison needle.

If this war is compared to playing chess, Ino is indeed a master of chess, and every piece is used to the best of his ability. He is a very experienced chess player, and he has already released his ultimate move before others are confused.

Sang Jiuchi had a face-to-face with Ino on the first day. Through the character profile he got from his deliberate temptation to Ino that day, Ino was a man of irritability, domineering and extremely conceited.

Another point is that he is short-sighted.

With his ability, it is impossible to think such a long-term.

Unless there is someone behind him, Susan also told him that there are more powerful forces hidden behind Eno and Justin.

This is not the first time he has encountered this kind of familiarity and manipulation.

In the first plane, the man was also hidden behind his back, and dealt with the original owner and Dai Luolin by manipulating Song Qing.

That man is none other than a **** of power.

Once again, he went head-to-head with Quan Shen. The first time he used the rules to pull back a city, it was a fluke victory.

But now, he has absolute power. He has sat on both sides of the chessboard with Quan Shen, he holds the white piece, and Quan Shen holds the black piece.

Heizi goes first, and Baizi follows.

In this final chessboard battle, he will be the final victor, taking the path of becoming a **** in the most noble manner.

Now, it is known that the God of Power already has two pieces, Prince Ino and Justin.

And there was nothing in his hand.

What he has to do now is to turn the surrounding resources into his own pawns at all costs.

The thick black eyelashes converged, concealing the ambition in Sang Jiuchi's eyes.

The carriage that Sang Jiuchi made today was very simple. There were only two horses at the front of the carriage. In the carriage, besides Sang Jiuchi and Hull, the others rode in other carriages in batches.

It can't be said that only Sang Jiuchi and Hull, Hull's younger sister Susan is also in this carriage.

Susan's expression is very depressed now, she sits cross-legged in the corner of the stool, her eyes are full of grievances.

Sang Jiuchi rubbed the slightly aching eyebrows, and instructed: "When you get off the bus, you must wear a scarf, and don't show your mouth and nose during the whole process."

His expression was very serious, and Hull followed suit, "Could it be the plague?"

"Nine times out of ten." Sang Jiuchi looked out the window at the trees that were quickly escaping backwards, recalling the conversation with Hull last night.

In front of Susan, Sang Jiuchi asked Helxiang if he believed he could see Susan's soul.

Hull vehemently denied it.

He believes that there are souls in the world, but he doesn't think Sang Jiuchi has the power to see souls.

If Sang Jiuchi could see Susan's soul, why not just who was the murderer when he was wronged? Instead, wait until everything is over before coming to tell yourself.

Hull didn't believe it, so Sang Jiuchi didn't say any more.

That's why Susan put her legs crossed on the edge of the carriage today. She floated in front of Sang Jiuchi and glanced at him aggrievedly, "I used to think that my brother was upright, but now I think he is just an elm head. , oil and salt do not enter. Or I will tell you something only my brother and I know, so he will believe it."

Sang Jiuchi looked at Susan who hadn't given up, smiled and said, "It's not enough. His beliefs are too strong, even if you tell him one or two things, your brother will just be suspicious. He believes too much. What his own eyes see, he can't see you, he'll never believe."

He spoke directly.

In the empty carriage, Hull looked suspiciously at Sang Jiuchi who suddenly started talking to himself.

Sang Jiuchi's focus has been on one place, as if there are people in that place.

And the words "your brother" and "trust your own eyes too much" in his mouth. Even if he didn't name him, Hull knew that Sang Jiuchi was talking about himself.

He remembered the last sentence Sang Jiuchi said last night. After he rejected Sang Jiuchi's message, when he was about to get to his residence, Sang Jiuchi said something meaningful to him.

"Humans yearn for the light, and when they have their own sight, they begin to use their eyes to explore the truth of the world. However, the truth is often in the hands of a few, not in the hands of the majority who can see the same thing. The eyes see What is not necessarily true, and what the eye cannot see is not necessarily false.”

Hull chewed on the meaning of his words, and his eyes subconsciously followed Sang Jiuchi's line of sight to his focus.

Is Sang Jiuchi, a magician, scolding him indirectly by pretending to be talking to his sister?

Susan felt Hull's gaze and flew around in the air excitedly, "My brother is looking at me, has he seen me?!"

As if hearing some funny joke, Sang Jiuchi laughed, "Don't make trouble, it's impossible, just him?"

Susan was not happy anymore, she pulled Sang Jiuchi's sleeve and pointed at Hull, "Look at my brother, except for the head, there is nothing wrong with it."

Sang Jiuchi continued to laugh, "Don't you think his eyes are not easy to use?"

One person, one ghost, and the right to act as Hull is a decoration, and we have a great time chatting.

At first, Hull thought that Sang Jiuchi was talking to himself, but after listening to Sang Jiuchi talking a lot, he became a little curious.

He could only hear Sang Jiuchi's voice. As the other party in the conversation, he had no idea what he was talking about. Some information was very vague when it reached his ears.

Sang Jiuchi seemed to be having a good time chatting with his "sister", and he even saw a rare smile on Sang Jiuchi's face.

What is Sang Jiuchi talking about, so happy. Even if he's talking about stand-up comedy, there's always a central theme, right?

What he heard at the center revolved around himself. What about the theme? What is it about him?

Hull was suddenly curious, "What are you talking about?"

After asking, he was stunned, then awkwardly looked back silently, and looked down at his toes together without looking sideways.

This is embarrassing to the point of death. I want to slap myself.

His cheeks suddenly became hot, then hot. Soon, this hot feeling spread to the earlobe, and even if Hel didn't look in the mirror, he knew that he was so ashamed that he blushed.

Susan hovered in surprise in front of Hull and observed it carefully. After a while, she pointed at Hull's ear and laughed twice, "My brother is so stupid."

Sang Jiuchi: "This is your brother."

Susan smiled a little bit, "Yes, it's my brother, my brother."

Sang Jiuchi: "According to genetics, which is what you call blood, intelligence is inherited. Your intelligence is similar to your brother's."

Susan's laughter stopped abruptly.

The next second, one person and one ghost sat side by side opposite Sang Jiuchi.

The postures of the two were surprisingly consistent, with their legs together, their bodies tense, and their eyes fixed on their toes.

Suddenly, the whole world went silent. Sang Jiuchi was greatly relieved that Susan's noisy voice was no longer in his ears.

The carriage walked for about an hour and finally reached its destination.

However, when they were about to enter the slum area, they were stopped.

It was none other than the guards who were in charge of patrolling the area. The faces of these guards are not very good, their eyelids are drooping down, and their eyes are dark blue and lifeless.

Seeing this, Hull covered his scarf and got out of the car to negotiate, "Why don't you let us in?"

The guards braced their crumbling bodies, "You can't go inside any more. A disease broke out in the slums. The chief asked us to close this area and prohibit people from entering and leaving."

The guards knew Hel, but now Hel was wearing the most common gray sacrificial robes of the Holy See, with a thick kerchief covering his face. They didn't associate the tall man in front of him with the royal knight beside Prince Ino at all, they just thought he was a missionary of the Holy See.

The guard clenched his fists with five fingers and coughed, "The above has already been said. At present, the medical troops of the empire are all used for front-line support, and there is no extra medical force to help these inferior people. They can't go out to infect others, let them inside. You are the people of the temple, right? If you want to preach to other places, the situation here is already very serious, even the God of Light can't do anything, don't give your life in vain."

Sang Jiuchi got out of the car in a mask and looked at the guard, "You are also sick."

Seeing Sang Jiuchi's red-clothed archbishop's costume, the guards were stunned. They didn't expect to see the red-clothed archbishop here.

Sang Jiuchi's mouth and nose were covered by a red scarf, he wore a thick hood, only his eyebrows were left.

Seeing the other party's overly oriental eyebrows and eyes, the guards immediately guessed the other party's identity - the red-clothed archbishop of Sang Jiuchi.

Even if they haven't seen it before, the three red-clothed archbishops are very recognizable. Sang Jiuchi has an oriental face, Justin is old and very tall and burly, and Maria is a woman.

The guard nodded, but then shook his head again, "I don't mind, I'll go back after my rotation and ask the military doctor to prescribe medicine for me."

Hull frowned, "What about those people inside? There's not even a doctor? If the doctor doesn't go in, they can't come out. How can they treat the disease?"

The guard looked at Hel with a pair of dead eyes, "I know they are pitiful, but this is an order from above, and there is nothing we can do."

Sang Jiuchi: "It's not just them, you also need to be quarantined. This is not an ordinary fever, this is a plague, and you have been infected by the plague. Who is your immediate commander? Go to him immediately and ask him to pay him back immediately. The free doctors are all transferred over to take every opportunity to save lives."

Several guards were startled when they heard the word "plague", but they soon gave a wry smile, "We can't be the master either, to tell you the truth. As early as two days ago, our commander packed up and brought a large army with him. When we went to the front line, we left a few of us and a military doctor here. We can't find the commander at all, so how can we report it?"

Hull frowned and looked at Sang Jiuchi: "Or I will fix a book for Prince Ino and let him send someone to support."

The guards looked at each other with a very subtle expression, "Let's go to the commander to take everyone to support Prince Ino. He knows that there is a widespread cold here, and it is his idea to isolate people."

Guard, "I heard Prince Ino speak the other day. He said that these people are not a pity to die. There is no need to occupy medical resources and let them fend for themselves."

The guards laughed at themselves, "Although we are guards, we are not much nobler than the people in the slums. He left a few of us behind because he regarded us as abandoned sons."

Hull was at a loss for words: "...".

These three princes have never been too kind people, the eldest prince is bloodthirsty, and the second prince is cruel. In his cognition, only the third prince, Ino, has humanity and knows to care about the suffering of the people.

When he happened to walk down the street, he saw Prince Ino helping elderly women, and he also saw him give money to help the poor. He doesn't even care about the rank, and is willing to make his love affair with his sister from a commoner public.

These are all things he has seen with his own eyes.

He was finally willing to be loyal to Prince Ino, not because Susan kept saying good things about Ino, nor because he was Susan's lover, but because he saw the responsibility of a monarch and the empire from what Ino did. s future.

It is hard to imagine that this order was actually given by Prince Ino.

Hull was a little surprised, he looked at the soldier with sharp eagle eyes, "Are you sure it's Prince Ino?"

"I'm about to die," the soldier smiled bitterly. "There's no need to lie to you, Your Excellency the Red Clothes Archbishop, the king has given up on us, but you have come from afar. Are you here to save us?"

In fact, he was infected three days ago. Besides himself, several other soldiers also developed cold symptoms more or less, and even the only remaining military doctor began to cough today.

He is a sick person, and only he can truly feel the torment brought about by the pain. In just three days, he seemed to have shed a layer of skin. Before Sang Jiuchi came today, there was a vague omen of death in their hearts.

So when I heard Sang Jiuchi say that they were about to die today, they didn't show much surprise on their faces.

Plague, a plague broke out here.

And they are at the center of the plague, and even infected with the plague.

No matter how calm his expression was, including the soldier in the most serious condition, his heart was filled with great shock and panic.

When Prince Ino told the officers and the others to leave, did they know that the plague was happening here?

If they don't know it, they have never treated the people of the slums as human beings. It would be even worse if they knew they were letting the rampage go on here.

When Prince Ino and other dignitaries quietly left from here, only Sang Jiuchi went against the wind and came to this place.

The soldiers were suddenly relieved. When everyone was most desperate, there were still people who didn't give up on them.

Sang Jiuchi was silent for a few seconds. He had already walked up to the soldier and said in a low voice, "Put out your hand."

The soldier hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand obediently.

Putting the index and middle fingers together on the soldier's wrist, Sang Jiuchi took the pulse for him and then continued, "Put your tongue out."

The soldier no longer hesitated this time, he immediately stuck out his tongue obediently.

The tongue coating is already a thick layer of white, and the root of the tongue has also become purple.

Sang Jiuchi took a look at the soldier's bloodshot eyes again, and finally said, "You can't guard here anymore. You also need to rest. Can you let me in? I want to go in and have a look."

The soldiers looked at each other and finally seemed to make up their minds. The soldier in the most serious condition at the head nodded, "Please come in, but we can't rest, we need someone to handle it."

Sang Jiuchi beckoned to the believers who had all got out of the car. His followers were all wearing face scarves. The one holding the mugwort leaf in his hand and the one holding the face towel were full, obviously they came prepared.

"It doesn't matter, you go to rest, my priests will guard here. I brought a simple potion, you go back to your place to boil the potion and drink it, and rest for a day. Also, let you rest the rest. The military doctor came to find me."

Sang Jiuchi's voice was not loud, but very gentle.

But everyone listened to it with full weight. The soldiers looked at Sang Jiuchi, and then at the believers holding a pile of things in their hands, and finally compromised, "Okay, then I will trouble His Excellency the Red Clothes Archbishop."

After taking the medicine, they no longer hesitated and walked towards the camp not far from the slum.

When Sang Jiuchi appeared in the slum, most people were already waiting for death in despair. In the eyes of everyone's sorrow, Sang Jiuchi appeared in front of everyone like a ray of light that pierced the darkness.

At that moment, the devout believers in the slum all knelt on the ground.

Just two days ago, soldiers suddenly blocked the entrance to the slum and locked them inside.

Sang Jiuchi looked around in the crowd, but in a world where others could not be more normal, he saw countless dead energy in Sang Jiuchi's eyes.

This disease has been quietly appearing for too long. If it drags on for another week, the virus will split wildly and spread all over the streets and alleys of the imperial capital.

"Dear believers, I am Archbishop Sang Jiuchi in red. Just last night, I heard your cry for help."

"That's why I came here today." The people who were a little flustered because of Sang Jiuchi's arrival all relaxed.

They boldly looked up at the red-veiled archbishop in front of them, with a desire for survival in their eyes.

Someone dared to shout: "Your Excellency, please save my mother! She has been coughing for five days, and she is getting weaker every day, and now she is lying on the bed dying."

As one person shouted, it turned out that more and more people began to plead and tell the torture they and their families suffered.

The air that had been calm because of awe just now became agitated, but they finally retained their last bit of awe, instead of jumping in front of Sang Jiuchi, they just stretched out their arms to ask for help.

Often it is the patients themselves who can directly feel their illnesses. So many people around them are sick, and deep down in their hearts, they have long realized their tragic fate.

Now that Sang Jiuchi suddenly appeared, everyone seemed to see the only life-saving straw, and they all pinned all their hopes on Sang Jiuchi.

The madness and pleading in people's eyes became stronger and stronger, and Hull subconsciously blocked Sang Jiuchi.

The next second, he was gently pushed away by Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi took a step forward, put his index finger in the air and made a silent motion, "Quiet."

With just two simple words, everyone immediately seemed to be pressing the pause button, and they stopped in unison.

"I can't guarantee that I can save everyone, but I can guarantee that I will do my best to rescue everyone here, provided you cooperate with my treatment." Sang Jiuchi took the mugwort leaves from a priest, "I will now say the following."

"We're wearing enough face coverings that from now on everyone, and I'm talking about everyone, whether you're sick or healthy, put them on."

"The water to drink must be completely boiled, and no one is allowed to approach the river in the slum, where there are rotting corpses, and your disease is transmitted from there."

"You don't have to worry about the issue of draft water. I have brought enough money to buy clean drinking water for you. But buying water is only a temporary solution. I will try my best to find a suitable source of clean water for you."

"The mugwort leaves I brought to you, don't worry about the resources. As long as the mugwort leaves are still there, let them keep burning."

"I brought some medicines today, and all of you will drink them after we boil them up. I will prescribe the medicines from tomorrow, and the other is to keep the ventilation. Patients who stay at home should not keep the doors and windows closed all day, at least three times a day. Hours of ventilation. In addition, I brought you disinfectant, but this disinfectant is not for drinking, it is sprayed on the ground to kill the disease."

"The smell of disinfectant is a bit unpleasant, please bear with it."

Sang Jiuchi explained the precautions one by one in detail, and then paused for two seconds, "Do you have anyone here who is similar to the chief patriarch?"

In the crowd, a strong middle-aged man stood up. The middle-aged man was very burly, but there was a faint black death in his eyes, "It's me."

"What's your name?" Sang Jiuchi asked.

Middle-aged man: "My name is Tolman, Your Excellency Bishop."

Sang Jiuchi: "I will try my best to help you overcome the disease, but after all, I have limited personnel and need your help in many cases. I need you to organize personnel and supervise whether everyone is doing what I want. Especially the river course. The source of water must not be approached any more.”

"Finally, I want to say one thing. Next, all people can be treated, so please leave the right to give priority to the seriously ill, the elderly and children, and prohibit noise and crowding. This work of maintaining law and order also requires you to come. Done, Tolman, can you do it?"

Tolman's eyes were already red, he nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will do as you ask."

Just now, he could only helplessly watch the people around him fall ill.

Sang Jiuchi looked down at the people kneeling on the ground, and everyone's cloudy eyes slowly began to regain clarity.

He pondered for a moment, and finally said: "As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to defeat the disease. I didn't give up on you, so don't give up on your own. This is a tough battle, and I believe the winner must belong to us."

There was a sudden burst of sobbing from the crowd.

In endless despair, they finally waited for the hope of the next life. People hug each other and cry uncontrollably, finally getting a chance to breathe from the endless oppression of death.

Hull looked at these people who had regained confidence, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart. In places that people couldn't see, his eyes were a little red, but he quickly took a deep breath and suppressed it.

Sang Jiuchi didn't say anything nonsense, and the next step was intensive treatment.

Mugwort leaves were lit everywhere, and the slightly astringent incense aroma immediately filled the area.

In the distance, the priests have lit a bonfire, set up pots and began to boil the medicine. In no time, the bitter taste has spread.

Just smelling it makes me feel very bitter.

Tolman is worthy of being the patriarch here. He quickly gathered a group of strong young people. They arranged the patients in the order of serious illness, old people, children, women and strong men according to what Sang Jiuchi just said. .

Sang Jiuchi wasn't idle either. Immediately after he finished speaking, he began to see the patients.

Hull silently followed in front of Sang Jiuchi in the posture of a guardian, while protecting Sang Jiuchi, while secretly observing Sang Jiuchi's every move.

Dirty dwellings, smelly rooms, sick people covered in vomit.

Sang Jiuchi's brows didn't even wrinkle, his eyes were very firm, without any disgust.

In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low, there are only souls and lives waiting to be rescued.

The houses in the slum are very close to the ground. Sang Jiuchi has not stopped since he started seeing a doctor. In the hot weather, a dense layer of sweat has begun to seep out of his forehead.

Seeing this, Hull pulled out a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Would you like to take a break and drink some water?"

Sang Jiuchi just watched an old man who was seriously ill in bed. He took a breath and shook his head, "I'll talk about it later, I have to collect all the symptoms of this disease first."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and continued to walk towards the next patient's residence.

Hull watched from behind, and the young man in front of him became more and more slender in the wide red robe.

But now, he used this slender body to prop up the sky in this dead zone.

On the way, Hull looked around. There were smiles on the faces of the people who were still dead just now. They haven't taken the life-saving medicine yet, but they have rekindled their hope of survival in the encouragement of Sang Jiuchi just now.

Disease is the most tormenting, especially at the end of the disease, it is not the disease itself that often takes people's lives, but the endless fear brought about by the disease.

The same disease, once people lose the will to survive, it is difficult to save this life.

What haunted Hull's mind was Sang Jiuchi's last sentence, "I didn't give up on you, and you can't give up on yourself."

It's just this sentence that binds himself to this group of patients.

He made the deepest promises to his patients.

For the first time, Hull felt that his previous impression of Sang Jiuchi was a little off.

He once thought that Sang Jiuchi was just a magician who used beautiful language to deceive the simple people. But now, he felt the incomparably powerful power from these words.

On the other hand, looking at Prince Ino, who was loyal to him, he knew everything that happened here tomorrow. Not only did he not come to help, but he gave up here.

Is the Prince Ino that I saw with my eyes the real Prince Ino?

Or was it just the appearance that Prince Ino played for him?

Hull was lost in thought.

Sang Jiuchi worked for several hours until the sun set, and Sang Jiuchi collected enough samples to end today's work.

Beside him and Hull, there was already a man wearing a white robe and a face scarf.

This man was the military doctor just now, and the soldiers had already taken the medicine and fell asleep. Because the military doctor has a certain medical foundation, the preventive measures at the beginning are still in place, and symptoms have just begun to appear.

The potions that the priests have boiled have been distributed to all to drink. And next to the cauldron where the potion was being boiled, another pot had been set up.

The rich meat aroma emanated from the inside, arousing everyone's taste buds.

At this moment, Hull admired Sang Jiuchi's foresight very much.

If it wasn't for Sang Jiuchi to keep Tolman in good order at the beginning, there might have been a looting incident at this moment.

But now, under the supervision of Tolman and a group of young adults, the boiled meat is distributed in an orderly manner. First the seriously ill patients, then the elderly, children and women, and finally the young adults.

These meats were purchased with the money brought by Sang Jiuchi. Hull knew that the patient needed to replenish energy and have a strong enough physique to resist the attack of the disease.

Sometimes food is more effective than medicine.

The tense expressions on everyone's faces have been relaxed, some people gobble down their hard-earned broth, while others slowly taste the taste of meat.

After the tense emotions were over, people relaxed, and some did not even go home, sitting on the ground leaning against each other and falling asleep.

It is still shrouded in deadly disease, but the atmosphere of fear and despair has quietly faded.