Under the blood-red sun, a black-robed doctor walked on a wide and uninhabited road, his silver beak reflecting a strange light, and behind that heavy mask was a descendant of the devil, but doing angelic things.

"Ah———h————hhhhh

The crow on his shoulder raised his head and screamed, surrounded by deserted houses, he had long since lost a living person, and his blood-red crow eyes revealed a deep play, death and the devil, a great partner.

Along the way, the cold wind in the north was biting, but fortunately this robe was not only waterproof but also windproof.

The sun fell, the stars were shining, and the night was like a tide crawling all over the sky.

"Black, how long will this plague last? Lawrence raised his hand, black flew to his fingers, looked at Lawrence with blood-red eyes, tilted his head, "Ahh

"Black, the pace of the times, is it really something that people can stop. Lawrence looked through the glass on his mask and looked at the sky, dotted with cold stars like diamonds dotting the night sky.

Looking back, there was the castle lit with animal oil lamps, goose-yellow light shining through the windows.

"Black Death......

The doctor walked into a farm near the city, where a group of pale children gathered in a circle and sang a nursery rhyme.

"Roses in a ring

Bouquets full of pockets

Ash Ash

You're all going to fall!"

Lawrence looked at them and waved his hand, dispelling the wraiths.

This nursery rhyme is the best mirror of society.

At that time, many people were in a state of madness before they died, running out into the streets, dancing around, and then falling down and dying.

Corpse trucks in cities and villages spread flowers on corpses to cover up the smell of corpses.

The ashes of the burned corpses floated in the air.

Hell, that's hell.

Incompetent and mediocre rulers, extravagant and incompetent aristocrats, moths of this country.

Half-hung surgeons who have no higher education, only clergy and physicians who take their patients to repentance.

In addition to prayer and repentance, the Church and monasteries played the role of curing the disease. But the medical conditions at that time were too backward.

Due to the large number of contacts with the sick, the death rate of the clergy during the Black Death was close to half, forcing Clement II to allow ordinary people to listen to dying confessions.

In England, doctors are broadly divided into clergy doctors, physicians, surgeons, kings, pharmacists, etc.

The clergy doctors and physicians were well educated, and they offered a high price, so they mainly served the aristocratic circles.

But in the event of an incurable disease, priests and physicians can only take the sick with them to confess to God.

Priests, doctors, and physicians were ashamed of having blood on their hands. At that time, surgery was despised as a trick, and surgeons were treated as much as craftsmen and barbers.

The King's Doctor is a mystery, and the people believe that the King's touch can cure all diseases.

The priest worked part-time as a doctor, the barber operated on people by the way, the owner of the spice shop acted as a pharmacist, and the monastery treated the sick.

If you go to the monastery, whether you can be cured or not depends on the patient's repentance.

No one could stop the spread of the plague.

Even if Lawrence can't catch up with the public teaching of medical skills to train doctors, all he can do is do his best.

Whenever early morning or night falls, plague doctors, dressed in heavy black robes, wearing masks and holding sticks, will appear at the streets and villages, going door to door to check the dead and wounded.

These plague doctors were not all medically trained doctors.

Blue Star 1347: After the outbreak of the Black Death in the Blue Star, there was a shortage of doctors, and the high demand caused doctors' incomes to skyrocket fivefold in just four years.

A lot of half-witted, liars who didn't go to medical school, lured by high salaries, mixed into the ranks of plague doctors.

Some impostors take advantage of the proximity to the sick person to tamper with the will after the patient's death to obtain someone else's property.

The plague doctor's team can mix up "impostors" at will, all because the "treatment" methods of the Black Death at that time were too simple and easy to use, whether it was the Black Death or any other disease, the treatment was either bathing or bloodletting.

To treat the sick, plague doctors use specialized tools to pick up egg-sized lumps all over the patient's body, then squeeze out the pus, sometimes even leeches and toads to suck out the pus and blood.

Some doctors also pour mercury back into the patient after bleeding and bake it over a fire.

Some patients would also ask the plague doctor to beat him with a stick to purify him of his sins.

Every time the plague doctor walked into a house to start "healing", there would be heart-rending screams.

Ineffective therapies are bound to hasten the death of Black Death patients.

So when the plague doctor appeared in front of someone's house wearing a bird's beak mask, someone was definitely going to die.

Later, the Plague Doctor's iconic costume, the beak mask, even became a symbol of death, evoking a sense of fear of death in the hearts of the people.

The sensational and ineffective treatment has almost devastated the reputation of the profession of doctors.

However, the plague doctors are neither angels nor deaths, they are merely brave individuals who "heal" not the sick but society.

Although the plague doctor's treatment was ineffective, it was the "best" medical treatment available at that time.

The medical methods of the epidemic doctors are backward, but in the face of the unknown and ferocious diseases, they choose to stay behind for treatment and research.

Beak masks have never been able to stop the plague virus, and the doctors who treated the disease have a surprisingly high mortality rate.

In the year 1348, in the battle against the "Black Death", all the doctors in Montpellier, a small city in the south of the French Republic, were killed.

In Venice, 24 of the 20 excellent internists fell. Even the Pope's royal physician died of the Black Death.

One by one, their peers fell, but the plague doctors fearlessly went deep into the affected area to care for the sick every day, directing the remaining survivors to carry the bodies to be burned, and using the surviving monasteries to isolate the healthy and the sick in an attempt to save the remaining survivors.

"Click, click. ”

The sound of footsteps echoed through the deserted village, and Dr. Lawrence walked down the village path, blood-red crow's eyes flashing in the night.

The doctor's destination was the worst-hit area of the plague, the New Town of Don in North Wales.

This time it's to find his friend, the royal mage Althea Wheeler.

Trapped in the hardest hit area of the plague, I hope she's okay.

This trip to that hell also came with an order.

Pope Clement VI granted the privilege of dissecting corpses.

This is undoubtedly good news, at least, that surgical techniques are about to start to develop.

The plague doctors were forced to live alone because of their profession, and they were feared and puzzled.

In the midst of the Black Death, in which even his own fate could not be controlled, the king was helpless, the pope was helpless, and even God was helpless.

Lawrence couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it.

But groups of plague doctors persistently and bravely wore masks and incarnated as guardian saints, appearing in towns and villages day after day to make rounds to fight the epidemic.

The treatment of the plague doctors may have been useless, but countless generations of their "disciples" stepped on their corpses and finally conquered the Black Death.

June 13, 1349

Dr. Lawrence Livermore