Chapter 0065 – Curing the Epidemic (1 / 2)

“The epidemic is raging, and these are only in the Western District. With the four districts added together, I’m afraid there are already hundreds of them.”

Zo Niang’s voice is not happy or sad, the body is extremely tightly covered, only revealing a pair of flat and wave-free eyes, seems to have become accustomed to this scene.

“Fragrant Capsicum, you are new here today, so go to the side and record, can you read?”

Shampoo Capsicum nodded her head in a hurry.

Her face was half hidden under the kerchief, by which she hid her alarmed countenance.

“Begin!”

Several healers, both male and female, skillfully stepped forward and looked over the dead man’s condition.

“Red One Eight, male, forty-five years old, cyanosis, vomit in mouth–“

“Wong 2-7-9, female, 30 years old, bruised face, lumps in the armpits, multiple blood spots under the skin–“

“Red one-five-seven, female, twenty-one years old, with diarrhea material and bleeding from the spleen–“

Xiang Capsicum hastily kept making notes in her book, looking at the grim and resigned icy faces, the more she memorized, the more alarmed she became.

The youngest of these dead patients was a child in his teens, whose life had only just begun when it was mercilessly ended by the epidemic.

It took the crowd more than an hour to record the information of all the dead in the Western District.

“Fifty-three of the dead, of whom forty-five are red and eight are yellow, have been recorded.”

Zuniang nodded wearily, “Have the healer pull it and burn it.”

A female healer stepped forward somewhat hesitantly, “Zo Niang, grandmother of Huang 148, hopes to be able to leave her grandson’s body–“

“I told you, don’t talk about this kind of thing anymore!” Zo Niang’s voice was stern, “What favors did you receive, return them all!”

“No no no!” The female healer explained in a panic, “Huang 1-4-8, his family all died in this plague, his grandmother stayed outside the temple for many days, crying and begging me to lead a corpse back, so that in the future there will also be a place to pay homage. I was looking at that grandmother really pitiful, only then–“

Zuniang was silent for a moment and said, “Then burn Huang Yi-4-eight separately from the others, and let her lead the ashes back.”

The female healer hurriedly said yes.

Several scarf-covered healers ran close by, dragging one cold, stiff body to a crate.

Xiang Capsicum looked sadly at the corpse that was being carried away.

What she recorded in the book is just a cold number, but for these people, each number represents the eternal farewell of a loved one, a broken family.

On top of the towering pagoda, several people were also silently watching everything in the temple.

“But just three days, the city has been more than a thousand people have been infected with the plague, the temple spent so much money to purchase medicinal herbs, but less than fifty percent survived, this, this–“

Cheng Huijin stood on top of the pagoda, looking at the surging crowd in front of the temple gate, his jaw dropped.