"Chichi~"
Jin Yiwei, dressed as a Ming Dynasty businessman, sprayed a strong liquor solution in his room.
In order not to attract other people's attention, he placed many empty wine bottles on the table in the room, some of which were not completely drunk.
After doing this, he opened a gap in the curtains and observed secretly, and saw that most of the people on the street were coughing.
Then, he returned to the bed, pulled up the floorboard under the head of the bed, and took out a small notebook.
【September 9】
On the first day of their illness, they felt hot and dry at night and had no other symptoms.
【September 10】
Most are accompanied by dizziness and headache, and a few have obvious increase in body temperature.
…
Jin Yiwei turned over a new page and recorded today's observations.
【September 13】
A large number of cough patients appear.
After doing this, Jin Yiwei hid the diary, checked the room again, then put on a mask and went out.
When he was at the door of the room, he grabbed a handful of fine ashes from the incense burner nearby, sprinkled it lightly, and deposited a thin layer at the door of the room.
A small town located southeast of the Port of San Sebastian, very close to France.
Whenever the curfew is lifted, Spanish, French and travelers and merchants from other countries gather here to trade.
Large crowds gathered here, wandering the streets, drinking in taverns, and spending time in brothels.
"hetUi~"
A middle-aged woman and several aunts were leaning against the wall. They were holding folding fans to drive away the flies on the stalls. From time to time, they would spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the street filled with feces and urine.
People were spitting and coughing, like a gust of wind blowing across the city.
The dirty and narrow streets of Western cities are the best breeding grounds for viruses.
But despite this danger, people still live their lives.
In the busiest street in the center of the city, the whole street was crowded with people, waving bills in their hands, surging like waves.
Their target center is a theater.
There will be a surgical performance here.
In the West, what kind of treatments are the most effective, or generally recognized as the most effective?
If it was the Middle Ages, the answer was "bloodletting."
But now, after the church banned priests from engaging in "surgical practice," bloodletting was gradually devolved into the hands of civilians and gradually evolved into amputation.
As long as the priest gives a reason, even if it is an intact hand, the surgeon will chop it down with an ax without blinking.
Finally, after everyone was seated, the commentator in a suit looked around and was very satisfied with the crowd filling the theater.
The commentator raised his hands in the air and loudly spoke the opening words that he had refined thousands of times.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today..."
However, before he could say a few words, the audience got angry.
"My mother, bring the patient up and amputate her legs quickly!"
"Everyone's time is very tight. After I finish this show, I have to go to the next show. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."
"Hurry up, Master!"
An old woman spat out a mouthful of phlegm from above, which landed directly on the narrator, leaving him embarrassed and silent.
He glanced at the laughing old woman angrily, and could only wave to the back of the stage dejectedly.
I saw four big men lifting a naked man to the operating table. The man was still struggling.
The operating table was just an ordinary table, but there were layers of dark red and black blood stains on it, along with bursts of stench and stickiness.
The same was true for the four big men, their bodies covered in blood, mud and sweat.
In this day and age, Westerners simply don’t have the common sense to keep clean.
Moreover, they believe that the more blood on their body, the more amputation surgeries they have done, and the more "ability" they have.
If you are not dirty, others may not dare to ask you to amputate your limbs.
The man was put on the table, and four strong men found blood-stained ropes to secure his limbs to the legs of the table.
After all this was done, the huge curtain opened on the stage, and a thin man appeared on the stage.
He is a barber and has gradually developed a pair of steady hands during his more than ten years of barbering career.
So he later became a glorious barber-surgeon.
In the audience, people who knew him exclaimed.
The commentator raised his hands again and introduced to the audience.
"That's right, he's the Barber Surgeon, Johnny the Cutlass!
A total of 461 amputation operations were completed, with 288 legs and 312 arms removed.
On average, each operation only takes 40 seconds!
The patient mortality rate is only 60%! "
"Oh~ohho~"
The audience cheered loudly and bought tickets to watch the surgery show just to see how fast Johnny could go.
The operation began.
The man looked at the excited crowd in the auditorium and swallowed. He couldn't help but ask Johnny.
"I just have a headache in the past few days. Why did the priest ask me to amputate my left leg?"
"Huh? Do you dare to question the church?"
"Ah... don't dare, don't dare..."
The man quickly shut up.
Johnny saw this and took out a saw with meat and bone residue from the shelf nearby.
"I'm going to take action next, and I'll try to move as fast as possible."
Johnny patted the man's shoulder, and under the latter's widened eyes, he hung the saw above his left leg and found a good spot.
Four big men immediately surrounded him, two strong men pressed his thighs firmly, and a big man stood aside holding a ball of black gauze.
The other big man took out a pocket watch and prepared to time the time.
There was a sound of a saw pulling meat, and soon there was a heart-wrenching sound of "squeaking".
The man's eyes widened even more, and his eyeballs seemed to pop out.
Severe pain rushed straight to his forehead, his body shook violently, and his screams like a slaughtered pig echoed in the theater.
"10 seconds."
"20 seconds."
"25 seconds."
The big man kept telling the time, and everyone in the theater except the men held their breath.
Can Johnny break his own fastest record?
This is the result everyone wants to know.
The same goes for Johnny, who wants to break his own record and take himself to the next level.
However, as the big man told the time, Johnny became increasingly anxious.
If there is no accident, there will be an accident.
Johnny was so excited about sawing because he used too much force, and accidentally sawed off two fingers of a big man.
The second scream also began to echo in the theater.
There was chaos next to the operating table. The big man was lying on the ground rolling and wailing. He rolled and hit the equipment rack next to him, and an ax fell from it and opened his trachea.
On the operating table, the man also breathed out more than he breathed in, and he died soon after.
In the audience, a child watched the sudden scene and was frightened to death on the spot.
Johnny watched all this blankly.
A surgical operation with a mortality rate of 300% was born in this theater.
"They are all talents..."
Jin Yiwei, who was among the audience, was stunned.
