Chapter 91 War Everywhere
The little girl weakly opened her mouth and whimpered. Calista stared at her for a while, then undid her jacket and put it over the little girl’s face.
“I’ll be fine as long as you don’t look.”
The little girl wanted to pull the jacket off her face when everything suddenly went dark, but she suddenly stopped moving when she heard Calista’s voice.
This pretty young lady seemed cold and distant, but her gentleness had touched the little girl’s heart. So the little girl slowly relaxed, as the smell of the jacket made her feel at ease and she felt like sleeping.
Calista bent her head down and continued, quickly cutting off all the rotten flesh. Then she used a rock to pound the herbs into a paste and applied it on the wound.
In the process, she also tried to distract the little girl.
“What were you doing under the tree?”
The little girl hadn’t eaten in days and was very weak, so she hoarsely replied, “My brother was taken away by soldiers…I’m waiting for him to come back…”
The little girl’s words made Calista feel uncomfortable. If the soldiers she mentioned had taken her brother away by force, then they must have been rebel forces. Once they took anyone away, they were likely to never come back.
After she had bandaged the wound, Calista took the jacket off the little girl’s head, but the little girl held onto the sleeve of the jacket.
“You want it?” Calista looked at her jacket.
The little girl nodded, an intense desire in her light amber colored eyes.
“It smells very nice…” It was a smell that could make her feel at ease, and she held onto the jacket as if it would save her, as if she could get some sense of security from it.
Calista let go of the jacket. “If you want it, you can have it.”
She pulled out more herbs from her backpack and asked the little girl, “I need a stove and a pot. Do you have one?”
The little girl pointed out the house that she lived in with her brother. But now her brother was gone, and it was only left with her.
Calista patted her dirty and messy head. “You stay here, I’ll go over myself.”
Calista had decided to boil a pot full of herbs before moving on. This concoction could only help with the symptoms and not the actual vifus, but if she left without doing this, everyone would be dead in a few days.
She opened the door and saw a few rats boldly run towards the door. One of them nearly pounced on Calista but she kicked it away violently, and after a few squeaks and struggles, it ran off.
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Chapter 91 War Everywhere
villagers had died, but what the influenza took away from the people first was not their lives but their soul, and there was an unpleasant feeling of despair in the air.
Calista chopped up the tables and chairs to use as firewood, then boiled a whole pot of herbs with water from the Mirewood River
She poured the concoction into a bottle and took it outside. She found a couple of men who weren’t too ill and passed the bottle to one of them.
“Here’s some medicine, you will feel better for a while after drinking it, but the symptoms will come back after some time. So once you feel better, go to the forest and pick some herbs and boil more for yourselves.” Calista put the three types of herbs she used on the ground, but she realized that neither man moved and their vision was cloudy, as if they didn’t understand what she said at all.
She frowned and there was a sudden burst of coldness from her.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?”
One of them was frightened by her sudden icy voice, and cried as he held his face in his hands, “We won’t get better. God is punishing us with this illness, and we need the evil leader of our country to die before we can be cured!”
Calista couldn’t stand hearing such nonsense, so she forcibly poured some of the medicine down his throat and then pushed the bottle into his hands.
“I’m god now! Whoever doesn’t eat the medicine I’ve mercifully provided can go to hell!”
With that, she turned to leave, but she remembered to pour a bowl of the medicine for the little girl under
the tree.
“Are you leaving now?
Calista nodded. There were many people waiting to be treated, and if a foreigner like her stuck around for too long, the rebel soldiers might find her.
“Tell the other villagers that they must boil the water several times before drinking it, and to wash their hands diligently, ok? This disaster will be over soon, I promise you!” Calista’s voice was very confident and
He was going to die.
Calista felt a chill in her heart, but she didn’t say it out loud.
After such a long period of struggling, this was the only person who had taken care of her and fed her medicine. To her, Calista was pretty much a god.
She slowly climbed up and bowed to Calista, putting her hands together and bowed with her face to the floor.
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