Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 2037 - 1488: The Forbidden Technique of Smallpox Vaccination and the Weeping Girl (Part 3)

"Ah, Buddha! In order to obtain a good seed, hundreds or even thousands of innocent lives might be lost! More cruelly, even if a good seed is produced, once it is away from a living person, it is bound to inexplicably fail in less than a month or two... This means that to maintain the weak poison ’good seed,’ it must constantly be kept with living people, with ’live seeds’ infected with smallpox. It can’t be interrupted; a large batch of ’live seeds’ must be nurtured, taking turns one after the other... Even the Jisheng Hospital can’t sustain such a huge expense. And if those benevolent nobles discover this, they would surely hold someone accountable!""Indeed! The nobles often say, ’Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, and doctors should prioritize compassion...’ Vaccination is a forbidden technique that goes against ethics and compassion. I... I... have only heard Master Chang De speak of it, but no doctor in Jisheng Hospital practices it, wouldn’t do it, and would not dare to do it... Mr. Mori! As a compassionate disciple of the Buddhist Sects, please, you must speak on behalf of Caisan, for her before the nobles..."

Doctor Caisan’s expression was pitiful, and she wept fearfully. She looked expectantly at Mori no Kiyoshi, who had bought her from the Matsuura Party pirates, hoping for his translation.

"Mori, she’s crying and carrying on like this, what did she say?"

"Zu, she said that the vaccination uses living people as the ’seed,’ and human bodies as the ’seed field,’ to cultivate a not-too-poisonous ’good seed.’ For a single ’good seed,’ hundreds or thousands of lives might be consumed... Moreover, after the ’good seed’ is cultivated, it still needs to use living people as ’seed fields’ to continuously pass on the ’good seed.’ Otherwise, once it stops, you have to start all over again and spend hundreds of lives to cultivate the seed anew..."

Hearing this, Mori no Kiyoshi’s face turned somewhat grim. What kind of ’vaccination’ method is this, truly an insidious ’forbidden technique’! Even a Daimyo with hundreds of thousands of stones couldn’t support this ’good seed’ consumption. How did these Shandan people find out, pass down this ghastly contraption? Do they have so many subjects to expend? Could it be that they exchanged for Japanese Farmers earlier to practice such forbidden techniques? Ah! The Buddha’s compassion, it’s unbearable, unthinkable!...

"Living people as seeds!"

Upon hearing this, Zuwaro’s gaze turned sharp, gripping Mori no Kiyoshi’s arm tightly. Meanwhile, Loshanda’s eyes suddenly sparkled brightly, just like the dawn over the Eastern Sea!

"Mori, are you saying she knows ’vaccination’? This fawn-like crying fearful demeanor of hers, is she willing to serve our Golden Clan?..."

"..."

Mori no Kiyoshi turned his head, glanced at the fearful, tearful Doctor Caisan, then at the heavy straw bag in Hu Nu’s hand. Then, with an unchanged expression, he naturally, assuredly replied.

"Yes! Zu, Caisan says she knows how to vaccinate, and is very willing to serve the powerful and prosperous Golden Clan!..."

"Buddha as witness! As for her crying... it is naturally because of your benevolence, willing to take out fifty kilograms of gold to purchase her, a lowly doctor... This is called tears of gratitude; you are her reborn parents and creator indeed!..."

"Haha! Good! Good!"

Zuwaro gave Mori no Kiyoshi a deep look, then laughed heartily. No matter what this woman was really crying about, as long as she truly knew the ’Vaccination Skill’ prophesized by His Majesty, the Kingdom naturally had ninety ways to ensure her utmost service.

"Hu Nu! Give the fifty kilograms of gold to Mori! Xiong Da! Escort this esteemed Female Shaman to the ship to rest, and assign two Samurai escorts close by, ensuring there is absolutely no slip-up!... By the way, pack up these Shaman Ritual Artifacts on the ground, do not lose a single item..."

"Yes, Chieftain!"

"Phew! The Buddha’s compassion! It’s genuine red gold again!... Haha! Zu Sang, you truly have a heart of great compassion, you are the embodiment of the Buddha in the Northern Country!"

Mori no Kiyoshi opened the straw bag, seeing stacks of Gold Talismans inside, weighed it, and couldn’t help but laugh with satisfaction. These Northern Shandan Golden Clan people, though somewhat barbaric, are truly generous, no, immensely compassionate!

You know, these fifty kilograms of gold are at least eight thousand taels of silver. And the cost from buying it from the Matsuura Party at a ’heavy price’ and transporting it thousands of miles to Ezo land was less than a thousand taels. With just a flip of the hand, that’s an apparent eightfold profit, and in gold currency, gold! As for the subsequent accounting, even the clever Master Juehui can only see records showing four thousand taels of ’super profits.’ As for the remaining three thousand taels, once buried in various costs, it would all be Mori no Kiyoshi’s profit, all tucked into his rice house’s private stash...

"Haha! Caisan, you have truly made it! The Shandan nobles are immensely compassionate, paying an astronomical price of eight thousand taels of silver to buy you back! From now on, you are a woman worth eight thousand taels, a noblewoman with a gilded body! Even in your Korea Kingdom, there aren’t many noblewomen from the Two Classes that can compare to your worth!"

Mori no Kiyoshi was in great spirits. He waved a cheerful farewell to the weeping Doctor Caisan and gave his final advice.

"Caisan, I saved you from the fire pit of the Matsuura Party, treated you well along the way, even clashed with Monk Soldiers to prevent those lustful Mages from touching you... In the end, I set you high, handed you to the nobles of the Golden Clan, multiplying your worth tenfold... This counts as forming a good karma too!..."

"Since the Shandan nobles spent such a fortune to purchase you, they surely won’t let you suffer in your daily needs. As for the nobles’ orders, no matter if it’s serving in bed or treating illnesses, or whatever ’vaccination’... you should obediently listen and comply!"

"Buddha’s compassion! I believe you will have a prosperous day. And in the future, if you prosper, please remember the fate bound today... Namo Amitabha!..."

"Ah! The Dada Nobles spent eight thousand taels of silver, to buy me?!"

Hearing Mori no Kiyoshi’s final words, Doctor Caisan stared blankly with tearful eyes at that bag of shining gold, her mind blank. At that moment, she could no longer hear Mori no Kiyoshi’s subsequent words, only recalling the scene twenty years ago when she was six, when her parents happily sold her to Jisheng Hospital.

"Caisan, from now on, you will follow the gentlemen of the hospital! You will have enough to eat and wear every day, never starve or freeze to death again!"

"Yes! Caisan, the gentlemen are truly kind-hearted! Even willing to take a small girl like you, and gave us two taels of silver, which can buy hundreds of catties of rice!"

"Quite so! With these hundreds of catties of rice, your younger brother can eat his fill, your younger sister won’t be sold to others. Those Two Classes gentlemen really are stars fallen from the sky, kind-hearted beyond measure! Tsk tsk, two taels of silver!"

"Two taels of silver... eight thousand taels... how many two taels are there in eight thousand taels?"

Doctor Caisan, in a daze, followed numbly in the footsteps of the Shandan Samurai, towards the large ship by the sea. No matter how she calculated, she couldn’t figure out that originally easy-to-calculate number. And her tears flowed continuously, from the banks of the Korobetsu River, all the way to the Sea of Ezo~~