By the light of the bonfire, the woman saw their faces clearly and couldn't help but slightly open her mouth in surprise, "Ah, you... are so beautiful, just like... just like angels."
The woman's voice was sowhat weak, but her tone still revealed full enthusiasm: "Sorry, I have never seen such beautiful people with such kind hearts."
Lavinia pursed her lips and said, "You're beautiful too."
The woman hastily said, "Please, you two beautiful guests, keep a little distance from . I am ill and sotis cough... How rude of ; we don't even have a place for you to sit, nor can we offer you a cup of tea."
Losa smiled and said, "It's alright."
Lavinia asked, "What illness do you have? Have you visited a clinic or monastery hospital?"
Yorick looked a bit embarrassed, "I haven't had the chance to go."
Seeing Yorick's expression, Lavinia instantly understood that it was likely because dical fees were too expensive.
Losa listened quietly, pondering that the city of Turin inherited the excellent traditions of the Middle Ages, where many doctors are, without a doubt, quacks. Relying on them for treatnt is less promising than relying on rural and folk herbal doctors.
"Let take a look at you."
"You?"
Yorick looked up and down at this elegantly dressed woman, finding it hard to believe she was skilled in dicine. In his impression, only bald-headed monks or those dressed like warlocks, the alchemy monsters, possessed such skills.
"When I was in college, my minor was herbalism."
Lavinia carefully inquired about the symptoms, "When did the symptoms appear? How are you feeling?"
The woman recalled and described her symptoms.
"Any vomiting?"
"No, just chills and fevers, but today I sweat a lot and feel much better, though the coughing hasn't stopped."
Yorick chid in, "I think it's malaria. Back in the countryside, a friend of mine had similar symptoms and was near death. Luckily, Urding, the Bishop of Lombardy, was giving free dical consultations and provided him with quinine water."
Lavinia shook her head, held the woman's chin, and signaled her to open her throat. After examining for a mont, she shook her head and said, "It's not malaria; that's a sumr disease usually caused by mosquito bites."
"You just happened to catch a cold due to the sudden drop in temperature."
As she spoke, she took out paper and pen she carried with her and wrote: "Let prescribe so dicine for you..."
After carefully writing the prescription and dical advice, she watched Yorick fold it carefully and put it away. Lavinia couldn't help but remind him: "Rember to buy dicine from the shop in Maple Leaf Alley. The pharmacist there is fairly competent; at least they won't randomly change the prescription or sell you Gorod Peak..."
Gorod Peak is a common cold dicine that contains a lot of opium and Big Ma, used to relieve pain and cough.
Patients feel comfortable after taking it, regardless of whether the symptoms match. As for whether it cures the disease or leads to dependency, that's not the pharmacy's concern.
Yorick quickly expressed gratitude again, "Thank you so much!"
Asking for dical consultations at hospitals costs a fortune, but with a prescription, you can directly buy herbs from a pharmacy for a significantly reduced price.
Lavinia's last reminder was also crucial. Vagabonds, and the vast majority of the citizen class, have no way to discern which pharmacy is more reliable. It's quite common for many pharmacies to sell short-weight herbs or substitute them with cheaper alternatives.
Once Lavinia was done, Losa finally spoke, "Yorick, now can we have a proper conversation?"
Yorick promptly said, "Of course, please go ahead."
By this ti, Yorick was entirely different from his initial alert and unapproachable deanor.
Losa slowly spoke, "Well, Lavinia plans to donate her salary to rent a large mansion near the outskirts that can house over a hundred people. She hopes it can shelter so people through the harsh winter."
"But our ability is limited, so we must prioritize helping those who are truly in need."
Yorick asked, "So, you two are looking for those qualified to move in there?"
"That's right."
He further asked, "Just one hundred people?"
Lavinia hesitated a bit and extended three slender fingers, "At most, it might reach three hundred, but I am still raising funds."
Originally, her budget was only enough to rent a house for fifty people. But when calculating, she couldn't help but consider so of her jewelry and clothing.
The next day at work, she even asked so colleagues for help and wrote a letter borrowing a little from the Clan Leader, who had always been kind to her.
Thus, fifty people beca one hundred, and then three hundred.
Losa stood by, saying nothing.
He planned to observe the situation, and if funds were really lacking, he could also chip in himself—though, to be honest, he would rather go stealing with Lavinia than use his reserve system mall funds.
"Three hundred people, that would be wonderful!"
Yorick's face lit up with excitent, "I know so vagabonds nearby, many of whom are honest and reliable farrs from the sa village as us. They never laze around when tending crops. Now they are working in nearby factories, able to sustain themselves. All they need is a shelter to shield them from the wind and cold."
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