When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 613 Disease

In mid-September, just as the mountain people said, the cold autumn rain began to fall.

Such intermittent wind and rain will last for a whole one to two weeks. In such weather, all the mountain people can do is drink, sleep and beat their wives.

The raindrops hit the thatched roof like needles, making crisp sounds.

Amid the crisp sounds, Ansel, who was surrounded by seven or eight mountain people and wearing a heavy hooded cloak, half of his body was already soaked, and he knocked hard on the door of the small house.

"Lalor, it's me!" Ansel's voice was heard over the sound of rain. "It's Ansel. Open the door."

Footsteps were heard amid the rain, and then the wooden door was opened. Lalor leaned half of his body out, his face full of tiredness and exhaustion.

He glanced at Ansel and asked in surprise, "Brother Ansel, why are you here? It's not a good day to run."

"What have you been doing these days? It's September 9th, and you didn't even show up for yesterday's payday for spinning. What happened?"

Lalor lowered his head, seemingly unwilling to answer, but seeing Ansel's serious face, he sighed helplessly and moved aside to open the door: "You'd better come in, monk."

A mixture of wet soil and sour smell blew in his face, making Ansel frown.

The other mountain people came in one after another and stayed in the yard.

He walked quickly into the house, where only an oil lamp was flickering faintly.

Ansel looked around and soon saw a figure lying on a wooden bed in the corner of the room.

He took a few steps closer and saw that it was a little girl who looked only twelve or thirteen years old. Her face was sallow, her eye sockets were sunken, and she looked lifeless.

He was about to speak when he heard Lalor yelling and kicking his crying little son out of the house: "Don't come in, get out!"

Ansel frowned and looked at Lalor: "This is yours..."

Lalor slammed the door of the yard, walked up to Horn, and whispered with numb eyes: "My eldest daughter, she is fifteen years old."

It was only then that Ansel realized why Lalor had not appeared in the church in the past few days.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't say much, but just squatted beside the bed and carefully checked the girl's condition.

Her arms were so thin that they were just skin and bones, her forehead was burning, and her lips were so dry that they were chapped and bleeding. After asking Lalor a few more questions, Ansel realized that it was dysentery.

Standing up, he frowned and looked at Lalor, his tone already slightly angry: "How long has it been? Why didn't you tell me?"

Lalor leaned against the wall, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse: "It's been almost three days. She caught a cold from spinning all night, and all she pooped out was blood. What can I do even if I tell you?"

"Buy medicine? What else can I do?" Ansel looked up at him, almost incredulous. "If you are sick, just buy medicine and get well."

Lalor was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly: “We can barely even afford to eat, how can we afford to buy medicine?
Besides, it’s okay to buy medicine for ordinary diseases, but this is dysentery, and even medicine may not be able to cure it, unless the monks in the monastery use magic, but how can I afford it?
We mountain people have been sick all our lives, so we just accept it.”

"No, this is your daughter!" Ansel was confused by Lalor's words. People in Plain County will naturally have family members who get sick, and it's not incurable.

Especially after the establishment of the Holy See, all monks and witch doctors were required to go to the countryside to provide medical treatment. It was not so easy.

The few mountain people who followed did not dare to enter the house, but just stood under the eaves and nodded.

Some even whispered, "It's not that we don't want to save them. For hundreds of years, hasn't the people in the mountains lived like this? Birth, aging, sickness and death, how can we force it?"

"We've gotten used to it. What's the point of struggling?" Another mountain dweller sighed, his eyes dim. "Children get sick every year. There are some things we can't change."

Ansel looked around, seeing the numb expressions of these people, as if he was meeting them for the first time: "Don't you value family the most?"

No one answered him, the only response he got was a series of bitter smiles.

Some people even murmured: "You can't let the whole family starve to death for one person, right?"

For mountain people, death always accompanies their lives. When they are young, their father freezes to death and their mother starves to death. When they grow up, their wife dies in childbirth and their children die of illness. When they go out to hunt wolves, they might be bitten to death by monsters.

The people in the Plains County still have the black market and medicine, but what do the people in the mountains have? Even if they have money, they still can't afford medicine, and as for the priests, there is no hope. They can only sell magic, which costs 3 gold pounds each time.

Even an armed farmer could go bankrupt if he took a child or adult at home to see a doctor.

In Lalor's eyes, even if Ansel could arrange a divine spell worth 3 gold pounds, those monks would not run to the mountains in such heavy rain.

Once a mountain torrent breaks out or a mudslide blocks the road, even monks will not receive the favor of the Holy Lord.

"Hehehe!" Ansel was so angry at the many mountain people that he sneered.

"You don't understand... the money from the medical treatment is enough to buy a new wife..." Some of the mountain people outside the yard were still arguing.

Regardless of these objections, Ansel stood up and turned to Bryson: "Go get some sugar, salt, and some clean water."

Bryson was stunned and asked subconsciously: "What do you need sugar, salt and water for?"

"At least it can relieve her dehydration and stabilize her condition." Pull the brazier closer. Ansel doesn't care about your words and continues to command, "Otherwise she won't survive tonight."

Although he was helpless, Bryson could only nod, ran out of the house, and went to the outer room in the rain. Soon, he took out a small bag of coarse sugar, a pinch of salt and a bag of water from the horse's hanging bag.

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Ansel quickly mixed sugar and salt into the water, stirred it with a wooden spoon, and then carefully scooped a spoonful to the girl's mouth.

"Drink it, don't be afraid." He said gently, "Brother will bring you medicine soon."

The girl opened half of her eyes and glanced at her father. Lalor was so caught by this glance that his whole body began to tremble as if he had the hiccups.

Staring blankly at the sugar and salt water in front of her, the girl struggled slightly, but finally took a small sip after Ansel's comfort.

She wants to live! She still wants to live!

Lalor and the surrounding mountain people stared at the scene in a daze. No one spoke, but just lowered their heads silently.

"Bryson, you and Lalor watch her and feed her sugar and salt water every once in a while." Ansel's orders seemed like a pointless struggle to others, but he still gave orders as he pleased.

"You all stay here and don't move around. No one is allowed to enter or leave the yard. Except for the people who are taking care of her, no one should have physical contact with her. I will go to the higher-level order to get some medicine."

"Brother Ansel..." Bryson said hesitantly, "The rain is getting heavier. The streams and springs in the mountains may burst into flash floods. It's too dangerous to go out at this time."

"My most dangerous moment was when I jumped from the roof onto the knight's horse." Ansel put on his cloak again and instructed the people around him, "What's the danger of this?"

"Even if you get the medicine from the village church, given her current condition, she probably won't survive until you come back." Several old mountain people advised.

But Ansel seemed not to hear: "Bryson, ask someone to bring my donkey."

If he had accepted his fate, Ansel would have starved to death outside the castle of Jeanne d'Arc.

If His Majesty the Saint Sun had not accepted him as a child soldier, he would have been a pile of dried bones on the roadside by now.

"I also had dysentery at the time. I was on the verge of death. How come I didn't die? Didn't Saint Sun save me?" Ansel stubbornly put on his raincoat. "I will save Saint Sun the same way she saved me!"

"But this road is not easy to travel on, you..." Bryson wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Ansel.

"Remember to feed her water every once in a while, and don't let her eat anything else. If you use up all the candy, I still have some in my room."

Riding on the donkey that was brought outside the door, Ansel turned his head to look at the dilapidated thatched house, took a deep breath, and quickly disappeared in the rain.

Inside the house, everyone was silent for a long time, only an old mountain dweller whispered: "Is it that serious?"

Lalor did not answer. He walked slowly to his daughter's bed and gently stroked her dry hair: "It's okay, it's okay..."

Bryson held the wooden bowl and didn't dare to answer. He just looked out the door, and the sound of wind was getting louder and louder in his ears.

(End of this chapter)