Yushiro, How About Becoming a Demon Too?

Many shops have already closed down, and some have even put up signs indicating they are for sale.

Some of the cultivated flowers and plants had already withered and died, and no one cleaned up the garbage on the ground.

If it weren't for the traces of human habitation, the Scribe would have thought he had gone to the wrong place.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, carrying with it a tattered piece of paper.

With his excellent eyesight, the Scribe spotted the two large characters marked on it.

Plague!

He frowned and reached out to stop the piece of paper.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed written that it was related to the plague.

Six months ago, due to its booming economy, this small town welcomed a large influx of people from other places.

Originally, these migrants would have become small members of the town, contributing their share to its prosperity and development.

However, among these people, there were a few who had illegally crossed the border from overseas.

Because they had not undergone proper medical examinations, they were unaware that they were carrying a deadly virus.

In just six months, more than 30% of the town's population was infected.

Everyone was on edge, and the town's economy suffered a major blow.

After reading the above information, the Scribe suddenly heard the system's voice in his mind.

Mission: Reduce the number of people in the town suffering from the plague to zero.

Zero?

The moment he saw those two words, several solutions flashed through Scribe's mind.

When Tamayo told him what had happened, a smile appeared on his face.

Judging from the above, this virus came from overseas. Do you have confidence?

With a slight smile, Tamayo spoke.

As a doctor, saving lives is my duty. Even if I know it's impossible to succeed, I should still do my best, shouldn't I?

Seeing that Tamayo shared the same idea, the Scribe observed for a moment and then walked to the front of a large shop.

He reached out and knocked on the shop door.

Hello, I heard you're selling your shop. I wonder if we could discuss it in more detail?

Before long, voices of agreement could be heard from inside the shop.

With a slight upturn of her lips, Scribe knew that her busy life was about to begin again.

Three days later, the shop that originally sold general merchandise had undergone a huge change.

The entire building was painted white, and several huge medicine jars were placed in front of the door.

At the signboard, there were three large medicine jars.

Medicine House

Initially, the people living here were dismissive of the Medicine House.

After all, countless doctors have come to this small town in the past six months.

Some came for the money, while others hoped to increase their fame by treating the plague.

But judging from the current situation, they have all failed.

Those who were lucky managed to survive, while those who were unlucky became part of the patients.

Even worse, some died during the treatment process.

In the eyes of these townspeople, this Medicine House was just like those other guys.

Therefore, for the first five days after the Medicine House opened, not a single person was willing to go in and ask for medicine.

On the sixth day, a starving homeless man, who could not even afford food on ordinary days, crawled to the door of the Medicine House while on the verge of death.

He originally only wanted to get some food and water from the other party so that he could find a more comfortable place before he died.

Unexpectedly, the young man who came out of the room not only gave her a lot of food, but also led her inside.

Some townspeople who witnessed the scene shook their heads helplessly, as if they could already see the homeless man's body being carried out a few days later.

Some kind-hearted people were praying that the doctors inside wouldn't suffer the same fate as those who came before them.

However, on the fourth night after the homeless man went in, he actually came out.

Moreover, he walked out all by himself, standing tall!

Her complexion was somewhat rosy, a complete contrast to her previous deathly pallor.

Although she was still weak when walking, she no longer looked sickly.

It was obvious that the plague in his body had been cured.

After he came out, the homeless man was stopped by some townspeople who anxiously asked him what had happened.

The homeless man himself couldn't explain it clearly, only knowing that the two doctors inside had exceptionally high medical skills.

The plague that had plagued the townspeople for so long was figured out in just two days.

He could have been released the day before yesterday if there hadn't been time to prepare the medication.

Upon hearing this, the townspeople were immediately startled and unanimously came to the same conclusion.

The doctor who came this time was on a completely different level from the previous ones.

They're practically a pair of miracle healers.

Chapter 95 Yushiro, how about you become a demon too?

The news of the homeless man's recovery spread like wildfire among the townspeople, reaching the entire town within half a day.

In no time, all the townspeople received this news.

In the Medicine House, there are two miraculous doctors who can cure the plague.

Upon hearing the news, they felt like drowning people grasping at a last straw.

Before long, a long queue formed in front of the Medicine House.

The dense crowd formed a long line, making the air feel somewhat oppressive.

Initially, some of the poorest townspeople were worried that the cost of treating the plague would be very high.

Some wealthy people also want to pay exorbitant fees to jump the queue for treatment.

But the young man in the Medicine House said that everyone is equal in his clinic.

If you want to receive treatment, you must follow the rules here.

At first, some wealthy people complained about the rule.

The most extreme case involved sending his own men to sabotage the youth.

Because they needed something from the other party, the wealthy man simply instructed his subordinates to flex their muscles and let the other party know how powerful he was.

But he didn't expect that the seemingly sinister young man would easily take down all of his men.

Whether they are masters of swordsmanship or experts in physical combat, they are as vulnerable as infants in his presence.

One punch or one kick would be enough to make them vomit blood.

His subordinates even stated that if the other party were willing, none of them would be able to leave that clinic alive.

Furthermore, the young man had a message for them to deliver to the wealthy man.

If he is found to be up to no good again, he, the Scribe, can send the wealthy man away without the plague.

Upon hearing this, the wealthy man obediently admitted defeat and went to the Scribe to apologize.

After the turmoil subsided, the Medicine House returned to peace.

People were coming and going from morning till night.

As time went on, the townspeople also discovered that the Medicine House's fees varied from person to person.

Those from wealthy families are charged a certain fee.

Those from ordinary families can pay for some food instead.

As for those who are so poor that they can't even afford to eat, the Medicine House can treat them for free.

Of course, there are requirements as well.

After the treatment, the Medicine House needs to draw some of their blood.

For these low-income townspeople, it's practically free.

Some of those who recovered better even took the initiative to take on the task of maintaining order.

The wealthy realized their mistakes and invested manpower and resources in the effort.

With the combined efforts of various parties, the treatment of the plague was carried out smoothly and quickly.

Soon, the number of townspeople suffering from the plague decreased rapidly.

Before long, those patients who had been ill for a short time or who had received effective treatment were completely cured.

Even if they have been ill for a long time, their condition has been brought under control and they only need to rest.

The remaining ones are either completely incurable in the later stages, or the viruses have mutated and require further research.

When treating these people, Tamayo would always ask the same question.

Do you have the will to live even if you are no longer human?

Most patients simply laugh it off when faced with this question.

In their view, this so-called problem was nothing more than a joke that Tamayo made up to comfort herself.

Since the other party didn't believe her, Tamayo didn't meddle.

Only a small percentage of people will calm down and reflect on Tamayo's words at the moment of their death.

But in the end, their answer was no.

Some people do this because they don't want to be a burden on their families anymore and hope to end their lives after death.

Some people feel that life is fulfilling and there is no need to prolong their lives in misery.

Some people cannot accept that they are no longer human and reject it from the bottom of their hearts.

And without exception, all of these people eventually died.

As a result, by the time the vast majority of patients had either recovered or died, not a single person had chosen to agree.

Now, Scribe and Tamayo are standing in front of the last patient's room.

This person is notoriously withdrawn, and his relationship with his neighbors is extremely poor.

I'm over thirty, but I still don't have any close friends or family.

He had no children, no relatives, and no friends.

A person like that, even if he were dead, would probably not be discovered.

If it weren't for a kind-hearted neighbor who couldn't stand it anymore, Tamayo and Scribe probably wouldn't even know such a person existed.

Doctors, please come in.

A weak male voice came from inside the room, as if the speaker had already noticed the arrival of the Scribe and the others.

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe pushed open the door.

The room was very dark, with only a sliver of moonlight shining in from the window, illuminating a small area.

In the center of the room, a man was lying on the bed.

His body was wrapped in bandages, with only half of his head showing.

He had bluish-green hair and fair skin.

His exposed eyes were long and narrow, revealing a hint of coldness.