Inside Allah Marina City.

a long time.

Ala Yanzong stopped his grief, stood up, and then took off the items behind his back.

In order to facilitate his movement, before going down the mountain, he found castor skin and twisted it into a rope. He tied the herbs into a bundle and tied them with the hare and a pheasant behind his back. He abandoned the bamboo basket on the mountain.

Although he ate some dried fruits, he still felt hungry. The master was gone and he had to arrange food.

He skinned and deboned the hare, removed the feathers from the pheasant, cut the meat into thin slices, and marinated it with salt.

Make a fire, put the meat slices into the pot, and roast them into dried meat. Put a piece in your mouth and chew it. It tastes good.

Then I boiled some water, ate dried meat and dried fruits, and had dinner.

He started to pack his things and decided to leave the city.

From what he saw and heard about the scenes inside and outside the city during the day and night, he concluded that this place was already an empty city and he was now the only one in the city.

Even if he wanted to stay in the city, there was no food here. The official rations in the city had been exhausted half a month ago.

When people ran out of food, they would steal and rob, and the city was once in chaos.

The city lord also fell ill and passed away, several members of his family died, and the rest were in panic all day long.

Other officials were even more frightened and unable to protect themselves, so they did nothing.

The soldiers who defended the city were not spared. Nine out of ten of the 500 soldiers died of the epidemic, while the remaining hundred or so changed into civilian clothes and fled for their lives.

Faced with the threat of starvation and the fear of death, not only ordinary people, but also officials and merchants began to flee.

If the master hadn't fallen ill half a month ago, he might have fled with the fleeing army.

Just because the master needed to be taken care of, he couldn't bear to leave. The master was so kind to him, so how could he be willing to leave him and leave alone?

Master is a doctor with superb medical skills. He can cure common diseases easily, and he also likes to study difficult and complicated diseases.

In response to this plague, Master worked hard to develop prescriptions. Many patients who took the medicines prescribed by him did recover. However, after all, many people still failed to defeat the disease.

The master collapsed from exhaustion.

In this small town of more than 40,000 people, there were only a few clinics. When a large number of people were infected with the plague, Master could not diagnose and treat them even if he worked day and night.

Ala Yanzong was responsible for brewing medicine and cooperating with the master to treat patients. Soon all the medicinal herbs at home were exhausted.

Alayanzong went to the mountains to collect herbs during the day and went home to brew them at night.

The two masters and apprentices are still very busy and never stop.

More and more people are getting sick, and a large number of people are still dying.

The imperial court sent dozens of imperial doctors and also brought a large number of herbal medicines, which naturally reduced the burden of diagnosis and treatment on Master.

After all, as the number of infected patients increased, Master was still overwhelmed.

The imperial doctors couldn't bear it anymore, someone was infected. One passed to another, then another to three, and nine out of ten of the dozens of imperial doctors died, while the remaining few fled in panic.

Some civilian doctors in other clinics also contracted the disease and died, and the survivors also fled.

The pressure on Master here is even greater, and the burden is heavier. Although the number of residents in the city has decreased significantly, the number of patients who seek treatment every day remains the same.

Master was extremely sad to see people dying on the street without getting medical treatment, and finally suffered from mental and physical exhaustion. Master fell down and was also infected with the plague.

Fortunately, Ala Yanzong knew the prescriptions and specially prepared soup and medicine for Master, which allowed Master to delay his illness. Although he was not cured, he did feel better in the past two days.

Master's fever has subsided and his breathing has become more stable.

However, when Alayanzong was very happy to see his master getting better day by day, he was massacred by the army.

Just after Master fell ill, all the healthy people fled out of the city in a hurry, but some left earlier and some left later.

Businesses and shops were closed one after another, not because they didn’t want to do business, but because there was no one to buy the goods, and more importantly, because they were afraid of contracting the plague.

The business of the owner of the coffin shop next door has been booming for a while, with three or five clerks busy day and night.

Ala Yanzong and Master were busy diagnosing and treating patients, and they were busy making coffins to bury the dead.

Just when the owner of the coffin shop felt that his business was booming and he was making a lot of money, he unfortunately contracted the plague and died soon after.

The boss's wife asked several workers to make the last thin wooden coffin and buried the boss hastily.

After sending everyone away, the landlady gathered up the gold, silver and other valuables and followed one of the mighty men and fled out of the city.

Just yesterday, the father of Wula Zhitao, his neighbor to the west who was two years younger than him, died of illness.

There is no coffin.

Alayanzong helped Wula Zhitao and her mother wrap the old man's body in a straw mat and transported it for burial outside the city.

This morning, when Ala Yanzong went to collect herbs, he met Ula Zhitao and her mother who were just leaving the city.

When Wula Zhitao invited him to flee with him, he declined on the grounds that he still had to take care of his master.

Alayanzong will definitely be the last escapee in this city.

While sorting out Master's belongings, I saw a few books, which made Alayanzong even more sad.

The master is also a warrior.

These books on swordsmanship, swordsmanship, stick skills, boxing skills and medical skills are all the master's lifelong efforts. He compiled them based on what he had learned before.

Although Ala Yanzong already knew these books by heart, he could not bear to throw them away and decided to take them away.

He wrapped the books in oil paper, wrapped them in a few pieces of clothing, and then packed the dried meat and dried fruits together.

There was also a set of knives used by Master for surgical operations, which were Master's favorite. Alayanzong couldn't bear to give them up.

Ala Yanzong has liked a dagger as long as a foot since he was a child. Because it was too sharp, the master would not let him touch it easily. It was not until the past two years that he had grown into a young man that the master allowed him to play with it.

Ala Yanzong is equipped with a short sword, which can be regarded as a self-defense weapon.

What the master didn't know was that Ala Yanzong had also made three small flying knives in the blacksmith shop. They were his favorite and he had been practicing them proficiently since he was ten years old.

Usually the throwing knife is hidden in the leather pouch at the waist, covered by the hem of the coat, and cannot be seen from the outside at all.

It is not advisable to bring too many things, as too much will make it difficult to move. After much hesitation, he decided to bring the newly picked herbs. Collecting herbs is not easy, and these herbs are already hard to find, but they may be useful.

After packing his things, he went back to his room to rest.

Where could he sleep? What flashed in his mind were the little moments he had spent with his master day and night over the past ten years.

He is talented, but he is not good at writing, and is only interested in dancing with guns and sticks. Although he is also familiar with medical skills, he is not proficient in them because his mind is not there. Whenever he has time, he goes to the hospital to practice martial arts.

went.

The master did not impose anything on him, and was deeply pleased to see his increasingly improved martial arts skills.

The master and apprentice have competed many times. When the master compared, he found that his martial arts was so much better than his master that there was no need to give him any more advice. He was just told that to practice martial arts, he must cultivate his mind.

It is said that martial arts is the art of justice and kindness. You cannot do evil, you can only uphold justice.

He said that his father was a famous general, and he should be like his father, with the qualities of a general, and not to disgrace his father's name.

He kept these words in mind.
Chapter completed!