Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 38 - Human Evil Cannot Even Be Saved by Buddhas
When the carriage from Promise Academy arrived at the south gate of Weishan City, the military doctor wearing a thick mask was carefully handling the two corpses and the splashed blood on the ground.

He wanted to throw the body into two deep pits dug not far away, and bury it on the spot.

"Wait a minute!"

Qin Yin covered his face with a mask and stepped forward quickly.

"Remember to sprinkle quicklime, and sprinkle more, so as to avoid future troubles."

"As ordered."

"The last general, Deputy General of the Eighth Corps of the Tianji Army, Xiong Yanbang, has met you gentlemen!"

The one who spoke was the middle-aged soldier who personally shot and killed his brother before, and he bowed his waist respectfully at this moment, cupping his fists in salute.

"How is the situation in the city?"

"It is still within the control of our army for the time being. The small-scale riots have been suppressed. In addition, the molten iron that sealed the city gate has been transported from Annan City at high speed. I believe it will arrive soon."

"Ten days later, if the disaster gets out of control, we can quickly seal the exit with molten iron!"

"Don't worry, the molten iron you prepared will definitely be useless!"

With a little anger, Qin Yin turned around and led the crowd towards the half-hidden city gate.

"Everyone! I'm going to the city now, I beg you all to work together to save Weishan!"

"Save Weishan, keep Weishan!"

There was a crashing sound of armor behind him, Li Qingmei and others turned around, and saw the Tianji Army at the gate of the city knelt on the ground in unison, shouting sonorously.

Xiong Yanbang raised his hand, and the well-trained soldiers fell silent at the same time.

"One-third of the soldiers of my Eighth Corps are from Weishan. There are our elderly parents, brothers, sisters, wives and children in the city. We are waiting for the news of your victory!"

Qin Yin didn't look back. After a long time, he nodded lightly, then waved his hand lightly, and stepped into Weishan City.

The originally bustling Weishan City turned into a silent dead city.

Transporting dead bodies was the only job on the outskirts of the city that could break the silence from time to time.

Initially, this burial work was only carried out late at night. Every night, the rumbling wheels of the corpse truck and the mournful ringing of the car bells have become familiar to people in nightmares.

Later, as the number of dead people continued to increase, it had to be changed to day and night at the same time.

And this was just a drop in the bucket, as soon as one corpse was disposed of, a second and a third fell down immediately.

The corpses of the deceased were loaded into corpse trucks in a haphazard manner and transported to various burial pits.

There, Li Qingmei saw such a scene:
The handymen in charge of burying the corpse covered their faces, covered their mouths, rang the bell, and said: "Rest in peace!" Then they hurriedly poured the corpse into the pit, covered it with thin soil, and left in a hurry.

And the closer to the city center, all the shops are closed, almost no pedestrians can be seen on the street, and the roadside is covered with lush weeds.

The funeral bells rang one after another, mourning for the new dead.

In the face of a huge disaster, the future has become the shore that can never be reached, illusory.

In a city without a future, people can only give up patience and restraint, and satisfy their various desires to their heart's content. Such a carnival scene in the end of the world is inevitable.

Some people who are deeply bound by religion think that the depravity of human beings has brought about the punishment of the gods.

They marched through the streets and alleys of Weishan, whipping each other with whips inlaid with talismans, and humming:

"I am the most guilty!"

"How can people ask God to save them from their evil? Asking others is better than asking yourself!"

She looked at the crowd that was gradually going away, and whispered softly.

The putrid smell in the whole Weishan City is suffocating, and from time to time there are cats jumping over the dead bodies in a panic.

At this time, in the center of the open-air square in the center of the city, densely packed small tents were set up, and countless patients with pale faces and cyanotic lips lined up in a long queue in an orderly manner, waiting for the treatment of the doctors ahead.

In order to prevent themselves from being exposed to the streets and becoming unknown unknown dead, people hang tags on necklaces and bracelets to prove their identity when they go out.

From the mouth of the doctor stationed in the city, it is known that the patients of this epidemic all suddenly felt chills, first the extremities felt cold, and then the back and the whole body felt cold.

Then goose bumps appeared on the skin, cyanosis of the lips and nails, pale face, and sore muscles and joints all over the body.

Then the whole body trembled, and the teeth chattered. Some people covered several quilts but couldn't stop the coldness, and had severe vomiting and diarrhea.

He later died of severe dehydration and malnutrition.

"We can't even find out the cause of this disease, we are really vain doctors!"

An elderly doctor was beating his chest and stamping his feet in annoyance.

"It's cold and fever, a fatal infectious disease. The cause is unknown. Pay attention to the supply of water."

"A liquid or semi-liquid diet is given to those who have poor appetite, and appropriate fluids are added to those who cannot eat due to vomiting and diarrhea."

Qin Yin just took the pulse of a patient, then said the name of the epidemic, and quickly gave a treatment plan.

"Keep warm when you have a cold, and sweat profusely with a dry towel or warm wet towel in time, and change the sweaty quilt at any time to avoid cold;"

"Cool down when the fever is high, and those with dangerous fever should closely observe the condition and detect changes in vital signs in time."

"In addition, the dead body should be directly cremated."

"If you can save one, it counts as one. For the rest, you can only do your best and obey the destiny."

He scribbled down the prescription.

"There is no cure for this disease yet, so we can only treat the symptoms of typhoid fever first, and try it first."

"My ability is limited, hundreds of people can still be treated, but no matter how many people there are, I'm sorry I can't do anything."

He lowered his head guiltily, with a helpless expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)