Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"I don't know medical skills." Lan Yan said.

"His Majesty Winster should not exaggerate to me." The Pope said. "Although you are still a 17-year-old child."

Winster did know that he came halfway from another world, Lan Yan could only say: "Can you describe the symptoms of the plague after being infected?" Maybe he had heard of the plague here before.

"Fever, vomiting, coughing up blood, many people become delirious after infection, but there are also sober ones," the Pope said. "Their body will be swollen, the skin will appear ecchymotic, and the fingers and toes will be black and necrotic. After the onset, they will not survive for three or five days at most."

Lan Yan frowned and rubbed his forehead. How could he know this? Fever is the first reaction to many illnesses. He couldn't help but curse Winster inwardly. He really found him a good job. "Me." He said apologetically. "I can't tell what kind of disease it is." If only he was a doctor, painting is a skill only suitable for peaceful and prosperous times.

The expectation on the pope's face disappeared, and he became depressed again.At this moment, a tall and thin nun opened the door sadly with tears in her eyes. "Celia, what happened?" he asked.

"My lord pope," said the nun weeping. "Brother Swedy is dead, they confirmed he was infected with the plague in Mudwala."

Lan Yan was terrified, and the Pope was also very shocked, and then he sighed heavily.

"Brother Swedey Turner was treating patients day and night when he was in Mudovala City. Although he was not cured, he tried his best to alleviate the patient's pain."

"It must have been infected at that time."

"Diseases are either transmitted by contact or by air. My lord, please immediately isolate the monks who have returned from the epidemic area and everyone who has been in contact with them." Lan Yan said seriously.

"They bear honor. If we guard against heroes like this, I am afraid that no one will be willing to help those who are in trouble in the future." The pope looked hesitant, and his eyes were a little frightened.If the plague spread to Vioieto, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Now is not the time to worry about honor." Lan Yan said. "Compared to this, epidemic prevention is more important!"

"It was not possible to quarantine everyone, I honored them here the day after they came back, and then they went back to the cathedral of Galloa."

"Those who go to church..." Lan Yan looked out of the window, the streets were crowded with people, and the sun was shining brightly, but he saw thick clouds of disaster hanging over the sky.

"There are a lot of people going to Gaoia Cathedral every day, and the day before yesterday was Sunday, and the square outside the church was crowded with people everywhere." Celia said with a pale face, crying. "I have also been in contact with Brother Stilwell, and everyone has been in contact. He was not sick at that time."

"In short, let's isolate the monks first, and the people who take care of Brother Swede." Lan Yan said. "Also, Brother Swede's body must be burned, and the items he used during his illness must also be burned."

Lan Yan told the Pope what he thought and then left. Noelle was still waiting for him in the carriage, so he told him not to go to the church to inquire, and told his family members not to go to church anymore, because The plague is likely to have spread.

"I'm afraid I can't do this. I can't change their minds. Going to church every week has long been a habit engraved in their bones." Noelle said.

No one can save this simple and beautiful city, it will surely become a purgatory on earth.

Hearing what he said, such a sentence suddenly appeared in Lan Yan's heart.

Also, what if, what if he is also infected?Winster's quiet face flashed before his eyes.

Suddenly, he wanted to leave everything here and run away.

He went to the racecourse, ordered the person in charge to close the racecourse, stop business, send all the horses to the manor's horse farm to be raised, and let all the staff return to their residences, and do not come into contact with people at will.

Both Barney Clark and Sally tried their best to persuade him not to do this. They both thought it was not a big problem. Blue Smoke was making too much fuss. Compared with this, the loss receivable was more important, because another racecourse was about to open. If When it is closed at this time, all regular customers will be lost to them.

But Lan Yan has already decided to do this, he told Barney that their wages will still be paid during the suspension period.Barney couldn't hide his disappointment. He traveled thousands of miles from Viaken to this unfamiliar place, Vinmons, to make some achievements. During this time, Lan Yan was not around, and he still devoted himself to everything. Do your best to get it right, and it's not just about money.

After dealing with the racecourse, he took Sally back to the manor and stayed behind closed doors. However, two days later, he heard that Brother Stilwell was about to hold a funeral. At the same time, he fell ill again.

Brother Stilwell Turner's reputation in Vioieto was very high, and his farewell ceremony must have been well attended.

The sudden increase in body temperature made it difficult for Lan Yan to stay conscious. He had a premonition that this time it was no longer an ordinary cold, so he weakly told Sally and others to stay away from him and not to come into contact with him casually.

In the bedroom, the fireplace is burning vigorously, and the warm fire light is printed on the glass windows and dances.

He was full of CIRUO, his body was pale and thin, Sally took his arm, and wiped his body with an ice towel, but the cold water in the basin became warm, and his body temperature did not drop at all.

The housekeeper, John Scott, opened the door and came in, his chubby face was full of worry and eagerness. "There are no monks to come to heal, the Pope ordered them all to stay in the church."

"Then what should we do? Isn't Brother Swiddy going to hold a farewell party in the church? Why don't they be allowed to come out." Sally put the towel back into the basin and asked the maid to take it away and bring another basin of water.

"It wasn't the church that held the farewell party for Brother Swiddy, but his family. His mother ordered someone to snatch his body back," John said.

"What? This is too..."

"It's understandable," John said. "His mother had only one child, Brother Stilwell. After he came back, he lived in the church all the time. The mother and son didn't see each other for the last time. Burning his body like this is even more cruel to his mother. .”

Sally looked at Lan Yan's uncomfortable look, his face was full of sorrow, he covered him with a quilt, and brushed his sweaty silver hair aside.

John came over and touched his face, and immediately withdrew his hand. "His body is like a furnace, why hasn't the temperature dropped at all?" He asked in disbelief.

"I don't know, I've already wiped him with two basins of water." Sally said. "After he said those words, his eyes remained closed and never opened again."

Sally was very happy when Lan Yan woke up at night, but he started to vomit and cough, his face was ugly like a corpse, and a lot of blood foam spewed out from his nose and mouth.

In a panic, Sally rang his bedside bell, hugged him, and shouted his name. "Lan Yan! Lan Yan! Hold on!" His voice was hoarse and sharp, full of helplessness.

Lan Yan wanted to push him away, wanted to tell him to go, but he coughed and twitched all over his body, his body was bent, and he couldn't speak at all, and the light yellow silk quilt was stained with bright red blood everywhere.

Soon, John arrived with a few servants. The servants were obviously frightened by the scene in the room, but John ordered them to bring some hot water, change the soiled sheets and bedding, and let them Go to the kitchen and boil some nourishing soup.

After the cough stopped, Lan Yan fell into an unconscious state again. He lay on the feather bed with the sheets changed, eyes open, staring blankly at the bed curtain above him, his chest heaved violently, as if he was out of breath, and opened his eyes. There was a 'hissing' sound from his mouth and chest cavity, and the breath he exhaled was extremely hot.

John saw the appearance of the dying man, and he said sadly: "I have already written to inform His Majesty the real king, but it is too far away from St. Cherier, and it will take some time for the crow to deliver the letter to him. .”

"He can survive." Sally held Lan Yan's hand, holding back the soreness in his chest and eyes.

"Don't hold his hand all the time. His appearance must be the symptoms of the plague." John said. "You have to watch out for yourself."

"He hasn't been to church," said Sully.

"But he has been to the Pope's Palace."

"My body is strong." Sally looked back at him. "You don't have to worry about me."

"When I was young, I was as thin and weak as him, but even though I had a difficult life, after I was injured, I worked as a helper in the kitchen of a restaurant. In such a low environment, I can grow stronger than him who is well-clothed and well-fed." He said lightly Said. "And he, I also believe that he will still survive the catastrophe, just like when he fell into the Bogolu River when he was a child, everyone thought he would die, but he came back alive and is no longer dull."

I don't want to die...

I don't want to die...

I also, want to see Winster...

The body seemed to be floating in nothingness, Lan Yan said softly, he seemed to be speaking to himself, and also seemed to be speaking to others.The night sky is so vast, the night is deep and charming, the full moon hangs in it, there are no stars, but thin clouds float around him.

The appearance of Winster appeared in front of his eyes. The black-haired vampire gently extended his hand to him. His pale skin, handsome face, and those deep eyes that were the same color as the night all made him intoxicated.

The silver-white moonlight sprinkled on his long black hair and his whole body, as if glowing, and the soft halo enveloped him.

The corner of Lan Yan's mouth raised unconsciously, and he stretched out his hand. "Winster," he called.

"Lan Yan, my most precious treasure." Winster also said with a smile, his black eyes still filled with infinite tenderness.

But when their fingers touched, Winster's phantom shattered into countless flying spots of light.