For these mortals, writing on the ancestral wall was considered a grave act of disrespect, but her eyes grew slightly teary at the sight. How much goodwill was contained within these two characters?
The temple door was tightly shut, and she gently tapped on it. A violent cough immediately came from within, followed by someone shouting fiercely: "Everyone here is sick, if you don't want to catch the bad luck, get away quickly!"
She said in a calm voice, "I am a doctor who treats illnesses, and I am not afraid of epidemics. You may open the door." These people were ill but still concerned for the safety of others—how many times kinder they must be than the rest of the villagers.
After a good while, the temple door opened inward, revealing four or five sickly faces. The youngest was a child, looking to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Most had flushed faces, unable to stand steadily, and could only slump to the ground, but their minds were still relatively clear.
