You just ran away like that? Something's going to happen!

The efforts of one or two, three or five, even a dozen doctors were nothing more than a drop in the bucket before such a great disaster and epidemic.

Shen Le followed the strong men carrying offerings, winding this way and that until they finally reached the Medicine King Temple.

Incense smoke billowed before the Medicine King Temple. People came to burn incense, to kowtow, to fulfill vows, to drape the Medicine King Bodhisattva in red cloth and robes—an endless stream.

Before the left side hall, a group of middle-aged and elderly physicians sat in a row, each behind a table. In front of every table stretched an incredibly long line, packed with sallow, emaciated commoners in tattered clothes, supporting the elderly and leading children as they waited.

"Doctor, my mother has been coughing for days—"

"Doctor, ever since my father climbed out of the water, his health has never been right—"

"Doctor, my Little Six's leg—"

Shen Le circled the seven or eight tables and suddenly understood. As doctors, as members of the gentry in this era, they had to give back to society from time to time.

They organized free clinics and distributed medicine—naturally, part of the funding came from the local gentry, while medicine merchants and pharmacies contributed another part.

After a great disaster, they helped sick victims recover their health and emerge from the catastrophe—

After looking everything over, Shen Le nodded to himself. Yet when he passed from the left side hall to the right, his mood immediately soured again.

"Repay the gods! Repay the gods!"

"We must properly repay the gods! We'll stage operas at the City God Temple for three days! We'll carry out the City God, Guanyin, and the Medicine King Bodhisattva for a divine procession!"

"And the Dragon King too!"

"After