Ren Ming and the other two stood quietly not far away, watching every move of the two.

Janelle was the one he wanted to find.

It is very commendable that she was able to realize the backwardness of bloodletting therapy during this period.

Looking at the remaining holy water on the operating table.

There was no ripple in Ren Ming's heart.

Medieval treatments had no scientific basis whatsoever.

Theology, astrology, and religion are all involved with medicine.

The so-called holy water is just a mixture of powdered Bible pages.

However, Ren Ming did not look down on them at all.

These doctors were willing to stay and treat patients despite the dangers of the Black Death.

They are only constrained by the context of the times, but their spirit remains great.

…

Janelle took the blade from Dr. Scott's hand with trembling hands, her palms sweating.

In her eyes, her education and recent experiences continue to influence her actions.

“Bang!”

Janelle placed the blade back on the surgical stand and looked up at her teacher with a determined look in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Scott..."

Suddenly, a man who looked like an assistant rushed into the tent.

"Dr. Scott, Dr. Janelle, I finally found you!"

"Come with me now! The people outside are crazy! They're planning to follow the example of King Justinian and bury alive all those who contracted the plague!"

"What!" the two doctors shouted in unison.

Even William beside him couldn't help but be surprised.

Eleanor immediately stepped on him and made him swallow his words.