1840Indian rebirth

There was silence for a long time on a rainy day: "Take me to have a look."

Then the two came to a wooden house. There were several patients lying in the room, two of them were unconscious, and several others were lying on the bedside coughing.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Ahem! Ho-back!"

He coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm and dropped it into the wooden bucket next to the bed.

"Grey Stone, how are you?" Rainy Day asked, but he didn't dare to get too close.

Hui Shi is a shamanic doctor. He is also lying on the bed at this time, coughing weakly, with a little fear in his sluggish voice: "I have been treating them in the past few days, but none of them have been cured. Instead, I also got it."

The same cough. High Priest...cough, I'm afraid this is a plague."

On a rainy day, he asked again: "Have you used garlic oil?"

"I've used it, including garlic wine, garlic oil, and it's useless." Gray Stone said.

"High Priest, what should we do now?" Wrinkles asked.

On a rainy day, I frowned and paced around, obviously feeling helpless.

In the shaman tradition, there are countless ways to treat plague, but he knows very well that these are actually tricks to fool people.

In the past few hundred years, shaman priests have danced countless times to drive away the plague god, but in the end, the whole tribe was exterminated at every turn.

At this time, he suddenly felt envious of those people who were superstitious about dancing. Although those people had no solution to the problem, they could at least avoid it naturally.

He feels that the worst thing is for people like himself, who can realize that disaster is coming, but have no ability to solve it, which only adds to pessimism.

"It would be great if the horse whistle was here." Rainy Day couldn't help but say, "He must have a way."

In his opinion, Ma Shao is undoubtedly the third type of person, who is clearly aware of disasters and has the ability to solve them.

"Yes, the great chief must have a way!" Wrinkles also said firmly.

"Plague, plague!" At this moment, a terrifying cry suddenly came from outside, "The plague is coming, the retribution is coming! The plague is coming, the retribution is coming!"

On a rainy day, his expression changed drastically, and he rushed out of the room. Then he saw an old man not far away shouting and dancing, surrounded by a circle of tribesmen.

The tribesmen are talking about it.

"what happened?"

"Vulture, tell me clearly, what kind of plague is coming? Where is the plague?" someone asked.

The face of the vulture is covered with colorful traditional shamanic patterns that have been abandoned.

At this moment, he was shaking his head, letting his gray hair float in the wind: "The plague is coming, just like my dream, a snow will bring the punishment of the Great Spirit!"

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the health room and see. Even Hui Shi is infected with cough. The medical skills he believes in are useless! They are all lies!" His voice rose and fell, as if he was singing.

"Really or not, the plague is really coming?" People's faces showed panic.

The fear of plague has long been deeply ingrained in the Indians' bones.

"Dance!" cried the vulture, "let us dance like our ancestors. This is the real medical skill. Only in this way can we bless us!"

With a few words, the fear buried in people's hearts was gradually awakened, and an atmosphere of confusion and trembling began to spread.

It looked like the crowd was about to dance with the crow.

He came over on a rainy day and immediately yelled: "Vulture, what are you talking about!"

The vulture sneered: "Nonsense? Am I right? Is there no plague in the health room?"

"High Priest, is there a plague?" People also asked quickly.

The rainy day stopped, and then he said: "The Great Spirit will not punish anyone alone. Vulture, as a shaman, you publicly distorted the "Spiritual Instructions". Isn't it nonsense?"

The Vulture smiled and said: "Hahaha, weren't you the one who wrote the "Linghu"? Even the text was created by you and Ma Shao. You are just-"

Before he finished speaking, there was a shout: "Vulture, how dare you disrespect the chief!"

The vulture turned around and saw several soldiers approaching. The leader was Thick Shoulder, the centurion and militia leader of Sleeping Bear City.

Just as he was about to explain something, Thousand Shoulders had already given the order: "Catch him!"

"Yes!" Several soldiers couldn't help but said, and immediately caught the vulture.

"The plague is coming, and the heavy snow is the punishment of the great spirit——" The vulture couldn't struggle with a few young and strong soldiers, but it still kept shouting.

When Rainy Day saw this, he quickly picked up a rag from the side and stuffed it into his mouth, finally calming him down.

"Take away this guy who is spreading rumors and insulting the chief!" Thick Shoulder said, then walked into the crowd and looked around, "There is no plague, everyone should go back."

The tribesmen were hesitant, discussed and dispersed.

"Thank you for arriving in time." He breathed a sigh of relief on a rainy day.

Thick Shoulder came closer and asked in a low voice: "Is there really a plague?"

Rainy Day did not answer, but said: "Now that the chief is not here, we have to discuss it. Let the soldiers watch the ward, and we will go to the hall to talk."

Thick Shoulder nodded, immediately arranged martial law, and then headed to the chief's hall.

More than a dozen people came into the hall one after another, and then the door was closed.

"Wrinkle, let me tell you the specific situation." He took a deep breath on the rainy day and started the meeting.

Wrinkle nodded and slowly narrated: "Five days ago, the health room received its first cough patient. His condition was not very serious at the time. Gray Stone gave him some traditional herbal medicine and then let him go back."

"As a result, his condition continued to worsen, and he was carried to the clinic by his family the next day."

"We quickly used garlic oil, but it didn't work. His condition continued to worsen and he eventually fell into a coma."

"After that, the patient's son, wife, and a pair of brothers next door all developed coughs one after another. Today, even Gray Stone got cough... So I think this is probably a plague."

After his words fell, the room was extremely silent, and everyone's face was filled with solemnity.

On the rainy day, he looked around and said, "This is the situation. I don't need to say more about the horror of the plague. Now that the chief is away, we must be extremely cautious."

Thick Shoulder: "I will organize martial law throughout the city. We are now in a state of war preparation."

"Martial law alone is useless." Yutian said, "We also need to implement quarantine to isolate people who have been infected to prevent them from coming into contact with healthy people."

Feng Sheng hesitated for a moment: "I think we should also check who has been in contact with the patient recently and isolate them too. A kind of 'microorganism' may have grown on them. The chief said that microorganisms are responsible for causing the disease.

An important cause of disease, especially infectious diseases.”

Rainy Day thought for a moment, then nodded: "You are right. You will be responsible for this matter. Find out all the people who have been in close contact with the current patient, and then isolate them all."