As soon as I was granted full authority over plague control, I rushed to the scene.

If I were one of those clueless nobles, running around without a plan would only cause trouble.

But seeing the chaos here, I couldn’t help but think, “Good thing I got involved.”

“No matter how much panic and fear have gripped everyone, some real lunatics have shown up.”

Monks, their heads shaved in the characteristic tonsure style, had stripped off their upper garments and were whipping themselves with flagellation whips.

While these whips, meant for penitence, weren’t designed to kill or torture, they were still gruesome. Blood dripped from their backs as they paraded around.

“Deus, forgive us! Save us, this city, and this land!”

“We repent for our sins!”

“Take me if you must, but spare these people!”

Meanwhile, plague doctors, wearing their iconic beak-shaped masks, were creating their own commotion.

“He’s suffering from persistent diarrhea—clearly a sign of the plague. In such cases, we must use Saint Vickery’s chicken cure.”

With that, they placed a freshly cleaned chicken near the patient.@@novelbin@@

* How to prepare oral rehydration solutions.

* Proper methods for isolating the sick.

* Guidelines for distributing food.

* Instructions on boiling water to make it safe for consumption.

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