The symptoms of the berserking disease had made the villagers panic and flee. The villagers were afraid of being infected by Crescent and Ashner. They avoided getting close to the two of them. However, they could not simply let Crescent out of their sight since she might attack everybody if she went berserk.
Ashner: Too...too rude! They’ll fawn on you when they want something from you. Now, they just treat you like a monster...
Crescent: It's up to them. I don't want them to bother me either.
Crescent: I have no time to for these ailments. There are greater challenges waiting for me!
Ashner: You’re a patient now. Aren’t you scared of the berserk disease?
Crescent: I'll save myself. It’s sort of exciting, isn’t it? I can’t wait to begin!
Crescent: Paralysis, spasms...it might be related to neurotoxins. A cat’s claw and safflower should do…
A month later, Crescent had exhausted more than a hundred treatments, but there was no improvement at all. Her paralysis and spasms happened more frequently than before. The dark purple area on her skin had spread to her waist.
Ashner: What are you trying to do?
Villager: For the sake of our village, we want Crescent to leave.
Ashner: Hold on! Have you forgotten that she cured the pains and diseases of the whole village!? This is too much!
Crescent: It's fine. Being a doctor is my interest. I’ve never thought of receiving others’ gratitude.
Villager: So I assume you can understand our difficulty, right? Please leave today if possible.
Crescent: Sure. Staying away from danger is human nature. I’ll go now. It’s time for me to find a new treatment.
Villager: Ashner, you’re always with Crescent. We cannot risk to have you here as you might already be infected.
Ashner: You bastard! I don’t want to stay here either. Doctor Crescent, I’ll come with you!
Late at night, Crescent tucked her knees in and sat at the ruins. The skin below her neck had turned dark purple. Severe pain and spasms kept weakening her consciousness. Ashner was worried, crouching beside her. Crescent had almost used up all her medicine and food, but her condition was getting worse and worse. Soon, she could no longer continue.
Crescent: Wheeze...I’m getting exhausted. I don’t know how long I can hold out for.
Ashner: Hang in there, Doctor Crescent! There is an abandoned pharmacy in front of us. We may find something useful in there.
Ashner: Gotta get a remedy to relieve her pain.
Ashner: Look! There is a pharmacy! Let’s go in and grab some medicine!
Ashner: How could it be…
Crescent: Wheeze...Haha! Looks like I lost the bet…
Once Ashner and Crescent were in the pharmacy, they saw a mess it was in and the whole place was packed with crazed people. The noise they made had drawn their attention. The crazed people turned and sprang at them. Crescent struggled to block the enemy and knocked down the crazed person who took the lead. Then she discovered all the crazed people were passing through her and targeting Ashner instead.
Crescent: They don’t attack me…Maybe they treat me as one of their own because of my infection...
Ashner: Ughh….They’re coming!
Crescent was shocked. She tried hard to make her way back and defeat a few of the crazed people. She was finally relieved until she saw Ashner taking down one of them with a long shovel. Crescent felt dizzy all of a sudden and fell down right away.
Ashner: Doctor Crescent, are you alright?!
Crescent: Haha...it seems like I cannot make it anymore. Please run! You can get rid of them.
Ashner: No, I won’t! There must be a way to cure you! I...I’ll take you with me!
Ashner used the long shovel to take down two more of them. He pulled Crescent up and carried her to escape. At the moment, Crescent twitched and began to lose her consciousness. She was fading away.
Crescent: Ashner, do you still remember what you promised me when I let you come along?
Ashner: Yes I do, but…
Crescent: If I’m about to turn, kill me before I lose control. I don’t want people to know I can’t even save myself. It’s embarrassing!
Ashner: T-there must be something we can do! Don’t give up!
Crescent had twitched again and foam came out from her mouth and nose. Despite all efforts, she turned.
Crescent's vision was fuzzy. She saw shadows lurking around that ran to chew and bite her. Crescent, however, soon knew it was a hallucination.
Crescent: Terrified...Hopeless...Sooner or later I will become one of them…
The turned Crescent pounced awkwardly on Ashner, who in self-defense used the long shovel to attack Crescent and crawled out. Nevertheless, it seemed that his actions had caused no damage to Crescent. She shook her head and charged again. Ashner was bumped off the ground and could only use that shovel handle to keep Crescent’s mouth away from him. Both of them crashed into a huge window behind and fell down from the three-storey height.
The two fell into a bush. Ashner could barely move due to the severe pain, but Crescent staggered to her feet, and slowly crawled towards Ashner. Even with their bodies heavily injured, patients with the berserking disease would still continue hunting for their prey regardless of the pain.
Ashner: My body is hurting. Some bones are probably fractured...so be it! I have no regrets. At least we tried…
Before Ashner fainted, he saw a swarm of giant hornets flying over the grove making a beeline for Crescent. The crazed Crescent was annoyed and tried to drive the hornets away bare-handed. However, she was outnumbered, and was soon surrounded again. Crescent twisted and crawled, but still could not get rid of them; Ashner also went into a coma at that moment...
Crescent was confused about what happened, but she was actually able to move her limbs and neck at will. The stinging skin and muscle ache hinted that her body was back to normal. She looked around and found a swarm of hornet corpses. Judging from the bee stings, Crescent had a basic conclusion about what was going on.
Crescent: The neurotoxicity of the stings is the remedy for the berserking disease?
While Crescent was pondering, she suddenly remembered her partner on the journey. Crescent, however, only remembered the moment before she pounced on Ashner.
Crescent: Where is that kid? I need to find him no matter if he’s alive or dead.
Crescent walked around. Finally, she found the bush that she and Ashner had fallen into. She saw him lying there. Crescent promptly checked his condition, but his heart had already stopped beating. She had never been a sentimental person; saving lives was only hobby, instead of a mission. This was the first time she ever felt sorrowful about.
Crescent: Kid, I thought you’ve long gone after I turned...I never expected you’d come this far...and die because of me…
Crescent noticed there were unusual dark-purple blood clots on Ashner’s legs. She tore off his trousers and found symptoms similar to hers. There was still hope for this kid.
Crescent: It’s worth a try. I might be able to save him! There must be other beehives around. Hang in there, kid!
Three days later, Ashner came out of his coma after being medicated with bee stings. The raging berserking disease had finally come to an end.