A Nation's Great Matter, Preventing and Curing Plague

A white egret cried, "Yow, yow," as it wheeled high above the sky. It stretched its long neck straight, observing the silent two-legged beasts in the valley. Two people stood at the very center, gazing toward the setting sun as it sank in the west. Dozens of others ringed them from outside, like mountains holding up the sun.

Alisa widened her eyes, watching the white egret circle a few times. Leaning against her lover's shoulder, she asked in a worried murmur.

"Xolotl, this miasma you speak of is so powerful. How should we deal with it?"

Xolotl reached out and drew the delicate girl close, gently soothing her for a while. Then he gathered his thoughts and spoke again.

"Miasmas are all different. They harm different parts of the human body and cause different illnesses. For example, headaches, fever, chills, coughing, bleeding, and pox. So we need to identify the specific symptoms and use targeted methods."

"For ordinary miasmas, as long as the body is strong, food is plentiful, and yang energy is abundant, that is enough to resist them! The human body's immune system will take effect and resist outside invasion. This is evil failing to overcome the righteous. Though one has come into contact with miasma and been infected, there will be no severe illness. To give an example, in ordinary epidemics, malnourished old people and women always have more serious conditions and fall ill first. Strong, well-fed young adults, by contrast, often have mild symptoms, or are the last to collapse."

Hearing this, Alisa nodded to show she understood. In villages all under heaven, the food of young adults was always satisfied first, and their vitality was also the fullest. Then she noticed her lover's wording.

"Xolotl, you said there are 'ordinary' miasmas. Then are there also