The patients in the clinic indeed panicked due to the sudden night of the hunt, just as Yusefka said, and erupted into anger.
The patient huddled in the corner clutching a straw hat to his chest, as if expecting this small hat could cover him entirely. His eyes nervously swept over Lann, muttering under his breath.
"Outsiders... country bumpkins from afar... they're the ones, they brought the plague!"
Lann had long experienced the hostility Yan Nan People harbored towards outsiders, so even though he heard the man's muttering, he only regarded it as the ramblings of a madman.
Other patients either lay vacant-eyed on the sickbeds or shrank back, screaming in fright at their own imaginations.
Yusefka roamed among the patients; at this moment, she couldn't treat these common illnesses but had to soothe and comfort their souls.
And just this work alone was already overwhelming for her.
"Are you hungry, Oliveira?"
