Silent for a long time on a rainy day: "Take me to see." ”

The two went to a hospital or a ward in the health room, where several patients were lying in the room, two of them unconscious, and several of them were lying on the side of the bed coughing.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Ahem! Ho - retreat! ”

A mouthful of thick phlegm coughed up and landed in a barrel next to the bed.

"Graystone, how are you?" Rainy day asked, but didn't dare to get too close.

Graystone was a shaman, and he was also lying on the bed at this time, coughing weakly, and his sluggish voice showed a little fear: "High priest, ahem...... I treated them, but none of them were cured, and I got the same cough myself. ”

On a rainy day, he asked, "Have you used garlic oil?" ”

"I've used it, I've used garlic wine and garlic oil, and it's useless." Greystone said, sighing.

"High Priest, what should we do now?" Wrinkle asked.

On a rainy day, his brows were furrowed, and he paced from side to side, obviously feeling helpless.

In the shamanic tradition, there are many ways to cure the plague, but he knows very well that these are all tricks to fool people.

In the past few hundred years, the shamans have danced to expel the plague gods, and the result is that the entire race is still extinct.

At this time, he suddenly envied those superstitious people who danced the gods. Those people don't have a solution to the problem, but at least they can run away from it naturally.

In contrast, people like him are more like the worst of people, aware of the coming of the disaster, but not able to solve it.

"It would be nice if the horse whistle was there." On a rainy day, he couldn't help but say, "He must have a way." ”

In his opinion, Ma Whistle is undoubtedly the third type of person, who is both soberly aware of disasters and has the ability to solve them.

"That's right, the Great Chief must have a way!" Wrinkles are also said with conviction.

"Plague, plague!" At this moment, a terrifying cry suddenly came from outside, "The plague is coming, the punishment is coming; The plague is coming, and retribution is coming! ”

On a rainy day, his expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly rushed out of the room, and then he saw an old man not far away who was shouting and dancing the gods, and there was a circle of clansmen around.

The people are talking.

"What happened?"

"Vulture, you make it clear, what plague is coming? Where is the plague? Someone asked.

The vulture's face is painted with traditional shamanic motifs that have been abandoned.

At this moment, he was shaking his head, letting the gray emanation float in the wind: "The plague is coming, just like the dream I had, a snow will bring the punishment of the Great Spirit!" ”

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital ward and see, even the gray stone is infected with cough, and the medical skills he believes in are useless! It's all a deception! His voice was undulating, as if he were singing.

"Really, the plague is really coming?" Horror crossed people's faces.

The fear of plague has long been deeply imprinted in the marrow of the Indians.

"Let's dance!" The vulture cried out, his voice full of fanatical faith and incitement, "Let us dance like our ancestors, this is the true art of medicine, and only then can we be blessed!" ”

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 is about to dance with the vultures, just like the Indian ancestors of the past few hundred years.

Rushing over on a rainy day, he immediately scolded: "Vulture, what are you talking nonsense!" ”

The vulture sneered a few times: "Nonsense? Am I not right? Isn't there a plague in the hospital? ”

"High Priest, is there any plague?" People also hurriedly asked.

Rainy day stuck: "The Great Spirit will not punish anyone." Vulture, isn't it nonsense that you, as a shaman, openly distort the oracle? ”

The vulture laughed: "Didn't you write the Oracle yet?" Even the words were made by you and the horse whistle, and you are just-"

Before the words fell, a broken shout came: "You dare to be disrespectful to the big chief!" ”

The vulture turned its head and saw several soldiers coming over, led by a thick-shouldered centurion of the Sleeping Bear Army and the commander of the Sleeping Bear militia.

He was about to explain something, and Thick Shoulders had already given the order: "Catch him!" ”

Several soldiers couldn't help but say something, and immediately arrested the vulture.

The vultures couldn't resist a few young soldiers, but their faces were still red, and they kept shouting: "The plague is coming, and the snow is the punishment of the great spirit-"

On a rainy day, he immediately picked up a rag from the side and stuffed it into his mouth, finally calming him down.

"Take this guy who spreads rumors and insults the Great Chief!" Thick shoulders said, then walked into the crowd and looked around, "There is no plague, let's all go back." ”

The people were skeptical, and the discussion dispersed.

"Thanks to your timely arrival." Relieved on a rainy day.

Thick-shouldered leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Is there really a plague?" ”

Rainy day did not answer, but said, "Now that the Great Chief is not here, we have to discuss it." Let the soldiers take care of the ward, let's go to the hall and say. ”

Thick Shoulders nodded, then arranged martial law, and then headed to the Chief's Hall.

More than a dozen people came in the hall one after another, and then closed the door.

"Wrinkles, tell us about the specific situation." On a rainy day, I took a deep breath and started the meeting.

Wrinkle nodded, and slowly narrated: "Five days ago, the hospital received the first cough patient. At that time, his condition was not very serious, and Greystone gave him some traditional herbs and then let him go back. ”

As a result, his condition continued to worsen, and it didn't take long for his family to carry him to the hospital.

"We rushed to use garlic oil, but it didn't work, and his condition continued to worsen, and he eventually fell into a coma."

After that, the patient's son, his wife, and a pair of brothers next door all developed coughs, and today even Graystone has ...... So I guess it's mostly a plague. ”

As his voice fell, the room was silent, and everyone's face was full of solemnity.

Rainy day looked around: "That's the situation. I don't need to say much about the horror of the plague, and now that the Great Chief is gone, we must be extremely cautious. ”

Thick shoulders: "I will organize martial law in the whole city, and now it happens to be in a state of preparation." ”

"Martial law alone is useless." "We're also going to quarantine people who are already sick and avoid contact with healthy people," he said. ”

Feng Sheng hesitated for a moment: "I think we should also check who has been in contact with the patient recently, and isolate them as well - they may have grown a 'microbe' on their body, and the Great Chief said that microorganisms are an important cause of diseases, especially infectious diseases." ”

Rainy day thought for a moment: "You're right. It's up to you to find out who the existing patient has been in close contact with, and then isolate them all. ”

Ask for a commuter pass or a recommended ticket.

(End of chapter)