Eleanor couldn't bear to turn her head away from these believers who were apologizing.
She sighed softly and continued walking forward with Ren Ming.
"Everyone should stay at home now. If you want to find someone, you can only go to church or the quarantine area."
Ren Ming and the other two stood by the road, making way for the corpse driver.
The above are people who just died from the great plague today.
Ren Ming glanced at the lump on the corpse driver's neck. He was not far from falling down.
"Is the quarantine area or the church on the right?" Ren Ming asked.
"It leads to the church, where the patients and doctors are kept in isolation," Eleanor replied.
Although she left the town half a month ago, at the beginning of the plague outbreak.
But the quarantine zone had already been set up at that time, and it should not have changed now.
Eleanor tiptoed around the ubiquitous feces on the road.
"Let's go to the right." Ren Ming decided directly.
They continued to move forward, passing several wagons filled with corpses along the way.
Eleanor also became more and more silent.
On this road, they saw far more dead bodies than living people.
Not far away is a simple isolation area.
There are guards here, but they can't stop Ren Ming.
He put an invisibility talisman on each of the other two people and successfully walked into the isolation area.
This is just a square building surrounded by a simple wall.
The area is very large, not much smaller than the ancient castles promoted in modern times.
Perhaps, this was originally the castle of the dying.
Inside was a large open space filled with tents and patients lying in the tents.
Only in the very center is there a small church-like building for use by doctors.
A few doctors and assistants were moving around in the tents, providing help and treatment to the patients.
No matter how attentive the care was, it could not stop the Black Death from spreading.
William couldn't help but lower his head and clenched his hands into fists.
This would bring back bad memories for him.
He took a deep breath, looked up and asked Ren Mingdao in a low voice.
"Sir, what are we doing here?"
"Shh!"
Ren Ming made a "stop talking" gesture to William.
"I'm looking for someone. Don't talk too much. They can't see us now."
Although Ren Ming is here, he also uses his omniscience to observe ordinary people in other places.
The ignorance of the Middle Ages was far beyond Ren Ming's imagination.
After screening and selecting, only one doctor here meets Ren Ming's selection criteria for extraordinary people.
Two fully armed doctors walked straight into the tent in front of Ren Ming and the other two.
Ren Ming also took action.
"Let's go in and take a look."
…
The curtains at the tent door kept swinging, and Janelle reached out and grabbed them.
The winter wind has been getting stronger in recent days.
I’m afraid that even if the patients survive the plague, they won’t be able to survive the biting cold wind.
"Jannah, help me find the leeches."
Another doctor spoke to Janelle in a muffled voice.
Janelle's heart was beating in her throat, her hands and feet were stiff and she didn't know what to do.
"Dr. Scott, shouldn't bloodletting be performed at night, combined with astrology?"
Dr. Scott shook his head behind the mask. Any medical skills need to be implemented in combination with the actual situation.
Today, there are more and more patients but fewer and fewer doctors.
One night was not enough for them to complete the surgery for all the patients.
"We're doing bloodletting now, and that's in accordance with astrology. Bring me the leeches."
Janelle had no choice but to obey.
Soon, Janelle returned to the tent.
"Dr. Scott, we ran out of leeches yesterday."
Dr. Scott paused as he fiddled with the patient's hand.
What happened to the medical team?
Why haven't the new medical materials been delivered yet?
"Then go find a barber and we'll just do the bloodletting."
Janelle looked at Dr. Scott in embarrassment and said embarrassedly.
"The man lying on the hospital bed is the last barber in our city of Verkhov."
Looking at the patient lying on the hospital bed, he looked no different from a dead person except for the slight rise and fall of his chest.
Dr. Scott put down the scalpel in a daze.
He muttered to himself.
"Is this the last one...?"
Janelle approached Dr. Scott and mustered up the courage to speak.
"Dr. Scott, perhaps we can try a different treatment? Bloodletting hasn't been effective against the plague."
It may even accelerate the patient's death.
Janelle added the last sentence silently in her heart.
Although this was her first time participating in medical treatment as a doctor.
But the experience of the past half month has made her doubt popular medical methods.
Countless patients used their lives to prove to her that bloodletting therapy was useless.
Dr. Scott has been practicing medicine for many years and has his own understanding.
He firmly rejected Janelle's proposal.
"As an intern, you don't even know what bloodletting is."
If it weren't for the current shortage of staff.
He would never let a little girl like Janel become his assistant.
Dr. Scott carefully fed the holy water into the patient's mouth and made sure he drank it all.
Then, he said to Janelle.
"Now you will operate the surgery and bleed the patient according to my instructions."
"I?!"
Janel's throat was choked, and she didn't know how to react for a moment.
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