Black death.
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- Please, Father my brother has the flu, please cure him! We are Christian, why is God punishing us!
- God is not punishing your brother, he has caught the disease through the air
- Yes, I will visit him and pray over him now
- God is punishing us, there is no disease from the air!
- Stop lying to us doctor!
- This is the work of bacteria flying through the air, not God punishing sin! Let me cure your brother through my remedies.
- We will see whether a priest or the wrong doctor is able to cure my brother
- There are no other explanations but God for this plague, because of the unholy sinners.
- I will pray over your brother and bless him, so that God recognises and saves him.
- I will use this knife for performing blood-letting, so that the bacteria can't survive with little nutrients
- Your brother did not benefit from the blood letting, and there is no more trying to treat him.
- God is unable to save your brother, as he has sinned.
- You two let my brother die, you did not pray or bless him enough, and you couldn't treat him!
- There was nothing for me to do. I need to record your brother's death, so good bye.
- God has made his decision over your brother.
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