“What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing my youngest Francesco, clutching his leg.
Hysterical, Andrea manages to speak in between sobs, “It was awful! On the way back from school, we stopped at the port to see the big ships come in. When we went to welcome the sailors with everyone else, they…they…”
“They what?” I questioned, an eerie feeling had come over me. “They were dead!” he bawled. …show more content…
Out of my four years studying medicine at the University of Bologna, I had never heard of anything like this. Even with all of the knowledge taught to me by Mundinus, an expert lecturer of anatomy , this was inconceivable. After I completed my education, I wanted a fresh start and moved to the quiet town of Messina. Considering physicians were in demand there, it allowed for me to establish myself. Moreover, Mezzogiorno was renowned for its medical innovations, serving as the forerunner of medical theory with the Schola Medica Salernitana. Shortly after I settled, the name Giovanni Marino (yours truly) became a household name. Despite the hectic schedule, by no means have patient cases been anything out of the ordinary. Thus far, I’ve led a rudimentary, routine lifestyle in both my practice and at home; that was until