The bird-beaked doctor spoke in a foreign language. It sounded like English, but it was not entirely English. However, Zhou Haorui could understand it.
He, Old Jiang, and Yangliu Qingqing looked at each other. They did not know if this was an illusion or a dream. What was this place? Who was that?
"You cowards." The bird-beaked doctor waved his cane and berated, "Yes, there are only 60 defenders left in Edinburgh. Yes, John Paolidi is dead, and we might die too. But let me remind you again, the parliament has promised to pay every doctor handsomely after the plague. If you want your gold, don't let this city become ruins. Follow me. "
John Paolidi? Edinburgh?
Zhou Haorui was confused. He did not know the name. What country was Edinburgh?
On the other side, the bird-beaked doctor had already walked down the alley.
"This is England?" Old Jiang understood. "Edinburgh is a city in Scotland, England …"
"We're in England now?" Zhou Haorui asked doubtfully.
"It's possible," Yangliu Qingqing said and pointed at the oil lamp on the cramped stone wall. "But what era is this?"
The shape of the oil lamp was old, and there were no signs of modern electrical wiring or water pipes around it.
Between breaths, they could smell a little of the flower petal in the beak of the mask, but it could not cover up the stench here.
Bird-Beaked doctor, this was something from the European Middle Ages …
"Let's follow them and see what's going on," Yangliu Qingqing said as she walked over. "Maybe we can really get some gold?"
"Zhou Mo?" Old Jiang called out. "I've read some information about this. Bird-Beaked doctors were not very popular back then. It's safer for us to follow them."
Zhou Haorui nodded in agreement and chased after them on the dilapidated stone path with Old Jiang.
The deeper they went into the half-underground alley, the thinner the air, and the stronger the stench. The alley became more crowded and dirty. The chaotic sounds became more intense. There were crazy curses, curses, and some painful coughs.
"They're here, they're here …"
"Damn, useless' doctors'. It's better to trust a hairdresser than to trust them!"
"They're a bunch of devils. They brought the plague. They created the plague for the gold!"
"Shut up, shut up! They're here to save lives. "
"It's Dr. George Ray and his apprentice! Doctor, doctor, over here, help us! "
"This city is finished. They will die, and so will we!"
Zhou Haorui felt his heart trembling as if it was being battered by huge waves. It was an indescribable feeling.
On both sides of the alley were residential houses. The doors and windows were all sealed with wooden boards, and the residents were forcibly isolated in their homes. Only a small window at the foot of the house was left open. There were only one or two guards here to pass water and food into the house.
The windows of some of the houses were pitch-black and soundless. It was a dead place.
Some of the windows still had a faint light, and the faces of the residents peeked out. They were sickly, thin, and dirty.
The chaotic noises came precisely from these people. Even though they were crazy, they were also weak and terrified. Clearly, it was because of this weakness and fear that the residents, who were like red-eyed beasts, were trapped in their houses instead of rushing out to tear the beak demon into pieces.
Not only Old Jiang, but Zhou Haorui also knew what was going on.
With the medical knowledge of the Middle Ages, the plague doctor could not do much to save more than a few people.
Instead, many people thought of him as the creator of the disaster, the bringer of misfortune, and the devil that should be hanged …
At this time, Zhou Haorui saw a rat scurrying in the corner of a house. There were piles of excrement and various filth of the people there. He instantly broke out in a horrifying cold sweat. He was worried that he might be infected with the Black Plague, and he almost vomited when he saw the filthy and disgusting scene.
"The Black Plague …" Old Jiang said softly, "The Black Plague is the plague …"
Old Jiang's voice was a little excited. It seemed that as long as he could break through the mediocrity of his life, no matter how disgusting it was.
Meanwhile, the woman named Yangliu Qingqing, whose online nickname was outdated for 20 years, seemed to be really greedy for money. She followed closely behind Dr. George Ray.
Not long after, Dr. George Ray stopped in front of the window of a house. There was a piece of white paper hanging out of the window. It was a call for help. There was a patient in the house.
The doctor raised the cane in his right hand and knocked on the window. "Tap, tap …"
When Zhou Haorui and Old Jiang walked in front of the window, they heard an agitated woman's voice coming from inside the house, "Doctor! Here, here! My husband is sick, here, please save him, save him! "A woman's dirty and thin face appeared from the window at the foot of the wall. She lay on the ground and continued to call for help.
"Open the door," Dr. George Ray said to the apprentices and handed them the cane. "Quick!"
It turned out that one end of the cane was a sharp iron hook, like a crowbar.
After a lot of effort and sweat, the three of them finally removed the wooden plank that was nailed to the door. Suddenly, a stench hit their faces.
Dr. George Ray walked into the house with steady footsteps. The three of them continued to follow him. As the door was too low, they had to bend down when they entered.
As soon as they entered the house, the sallow, thin, unkempt woman immediately came up to greet them. She wanted to lead them in the direction of the coughing sound. Two children, who were a few years old, hid in the corner and quietly followed them. Until Dr. George Ray said, "Children, don't follow me. The patient is infectious."
"Go to the side!" The woman said to the two children.
However, the two children could not go too far. The underground house was very small. The only things in the house were broken and dirty.
After walking through the front hall, they arrived at the back room, which was low and narrow. Under the light of the oil lamp, a man in his prime was lying on a wooden bed by the wall. His body was covered by a piece of rag. The man was very weak and seemed to be delirious. He was completely unaware of their arrival and only continued to cough and groan in pain.
The woman choked and said, "Doctor, he has been coughing. He has a lot of sores on his body …"
Dr. George Ray, walking stick in hand, lifted up the rag on the bed so that the patient's bare torso was exposed.
The patient's skin looked black. There were large ulcers on his shoulders and chest, flowing with stinking pus and blood. There were also a few pustules the size of oranges that had not burst yet. Once they burst, they would fester again.
Zhou Haorui's heart suddenly twitched again. Old Jiang and Yangliu Qingqing were speechless.
The three of them were not medical students, so they had never seen such a scene before …
"Your husband's condition is very serious," Dr. George Ray said to the woman. His voice was hoarse. "He must be operated on immediately."
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