Plague Doctor

The bird-beaked doctor spoke a foreign language. It sounded like English, but not entirely, but Zhou Haorui could understand it.

He, Lao Jiang and Yang Liu Qingqing looked at each other, wondering whether this was an illusion or a dream. What kind of place was this? Who is that?

"You cowards." Doctor Bird's Beak waved his cane and shouted: "That's right, there are only 60 defenders left in Edinburgh. That's right, John Paoliday is dead, maybe we can Will die. But let me remind you once more that the Parliament has promised to pay every doctor generously after the plague. If you want to get your gold, don't let this city fall into ruins. Follow me."

John Paulidi? Edinburgh?

Zhou Haorui was confused after hearing this. He didn’t recognize the name of the person. Which country is Edinburgh in?

Over there, Doctor Bird's Beak was already walking down the alley.

"This is the Kingdom of England?" Lao Jiang understood this. "Edinburgh is a city in Scotland, the Kingdom of England..."

"Are we in England now?" Zhou Haorui asked suspiciously.

"It's possible." Yang Liuqingqing said, pointing to the oil lamp on the flat stone wall, "But, what era?"

The shape of the oil lamp is ancient, and there are no traces of modernity such as wires and water pipes around.

As he breathed, he could smell a little bit of the flower petals contained in the beak of the mask, but it couldn't cover up the stench here at all.

Doctor Beak, this is something from the European Middle Ages...

"Let's go and see what's going on first." Yang Liuqingqing said as she walked away, "Maybe we can actually get some gold?"

"Zhou Mo?" Lao Jiang called out, "I have read some information on this. Doctor Beak was very unpopular at the time. It would be safer for us to follow him."

Zhou Haorui nodded in agreement and followed Lao Jiang on the worn stone road to catch up.

The deeper you go into this semi-underground alley, the thinner the air becomes, the worse the smell, and the more crowded and dirty the alley becomes. The cacophony of noises became intense, with frenzied curses, curses on those who cursed, and some painful coughs.

"They're coming, they're coming..."

"Damn, useless 'doctors', you might as well believe in barbers!"

"They are a group of devils, they brought the plague, they created the plague for gold!"

"Shut up, shut up! They're here to save lives."

"It's Dr. George Ray and his apprentice! Doctor, doctor, this way, save us!"

"This city is finished. They will die and so will we!"

Zhou Haorui felt that his heart was trembling, as if he was being hit by huge waves, and it was hard to understand the taste.

On both sides of the lane are residential houses. The doorways and windows are boarded up. The residents are forcibly isolated at home. Only a small window at the foot of the house wall is left. There are only one or two security personnel here to guard the houses. of water and food.

Inside the windows of some houses, it was dark and silent, and it was already a dead place.

There was still a faint firelight in some windows, and the faces of the residents were peeking out, sick, thin, and dirty.

It was these people who made the noise. Although they were crazy, they were also weak and frightened. It was obviously because of this weakness and fear that the residents who were already like red-eyed beasts were trapped in the house instead of swarming out and tearing the bird-beaked devil to pieces.

Not only Lao Jiang, Zhou Haorui also knew what was going on.

With the medicine of the Middle Ages at that time, plague doctors could not do much and could not save many people.

Instead, he is considered by many people to be the creator of disasters, the bringer of misfortune, and the devil who should be hanged...

At this time, Zhou Haorui saw rats scurrying through the corner of a house wall over there, and people's excrement and various filth were piled up there. A horrifying cold sweat suddenly broke out on his body. He was nervous about whether he might also contract the Black Death, and he was so excited by the dirty and disgusting sight that he almost vomited.

"The Black Death..." Old Jiang whispered, "The Black Death is the plague..."

Lao Jiang's voice was a little lively, as if it didn't matter how disgusting it was as long as it could break the mediocrity of his life.

And the woman with a twenty-year-old Internet nickname like Yang Liu Qingqing seemed to be really greedy for money and followed closely behind Dr. George Ray.

Not long after, Dr. George Ray stopped in front of the window of a house. A piece of white paper hung out of the window. This was a signal for help. There was a patient in the house.

The doctor raised the cane in his right hand and knocked on the window, click...

When Zhou Haorui and Lao Jiang walked forward, they heard an excited woman's voice coming from inside the house: "Doctor! Here, here! My husband is sick, here, please save him, save him!" A window at the foot of the wall revealed a With a dirty and thin face, the woman lay on the ground and continued to cry for help.

"Open the door." Dr. George Ray said to several apprentices and handed them the cane, "Quick!"

It turned out that the end of the cane had a sharp iron hook, like a crowbar.

At that moment, the three of them worked hard and sweated profusely before they finally removed the wooden board that nailed the door. Suddenly, a stench hit their faces.

Dr. George Ray walked into the small house with steady steps, and the three of them continued to follow. Because the door was too short, they had to bend down when entering.

As soon as they entered the house, the woman with a sallow face and unkempt hair immediately came up to greet them and wanted to lead them towards the direction of the coughing sound in the house. There were two children, several years old, hiding in the corner and quietly following

Come up. Until Dr. George Ray said: "Don't come with children, the patient is contagious."

"Go aside by yourselves!" the woman said, protecting the two children.

But the two children couldn't go too far. This underground house was very small, with only four walls, and the few things they had were shabby and dirty.

After walking through the front hall, you reach the back room, which is low and narrow. The oil lamp brought light, and there was a middle-aged man lying on a wooden bed next to the wall. His body was covered by a rag. The man was already very weak and seemed to be unconscious. He was unaware of their arrival and just continued to cough painfully. and croon.

The woman choked and said: "Doctor, he has been coughing, and he has a lot of sores on his body..."

Dr. George Ray took his cane and lifted up the rag on the bed, exposing the patient's naked upper body.

The patient's skin looked darkened, and there were large ulcers on multiple locations on the shoulders and chest, exuding foul-smelling pus and blood. There were also several pustules the size of oranges that had not yet burst, but would rupture once they burst. It's a festering mess.

Zhou Haorui's heart suddenly twitched again, and Lao Jiang and Yang Liu Qingqing were speechless.

None of the three are medical students and have never been exposed to such a scene before...

"Your husband's condition is very serious." Dr. George Ray said to the woman, his voice hoarse. "You must perform surgery immediately."

Love the Plague Doctor.