Hansu—the name itself meant “snowflakes.”0

Hansu County was adjacent to the Snowy Plains, not far from the northern border of Yanzhou. In winter, the temperatures were bitterly cold, and it frequently snowed.0

Master Yidu followed a minor official along the streets of Hansu County. He glanced around as they walked—almost every household had its doors tightly shut, and there wasn’t a single person to be seen on the streets. Even behind those closed doors, most homes were eerily silent, devoid of any signs of life.3

This plague had emptied countless households.0

Now, in the depths of the winter in twelfth lunar month, even during peaceful times, there would still be people who froze to death. But in this year of disaster, compounded by war, demons, drought, and now plague...0

How much suffering could the world hold?1

Master Yidu thought of the ascetic monks he had encountered during his travels or when he was seeking lodging in temples. He shook his head slightly and continued walking. Ahead, the minor official chatted with him as they walked.0

He spoke of the population of Hansu County, how many had fallen ill, how many had died, which county officials had fled, which had stayed to fight the plague, and what measures had been taken.0

The minor official’s surname was Jin, and he didn’t hold any significant position in the county office. His mother and brother were also in the quarantine ward, so he was eager to share information about the situation inside and held great respect for people like Master Yidu.3

Typically, the quarantine ward was set up near the city gates—it was more convenient this way. Many procedures became easier, and for visiting doctors or outside physicians, entering was straightforward; they could go directly in through the city gate. 0

If there were any remaining officials in charge within the city,...0