Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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R X never die. Of course, it was up to the Earth doctor to see that he didn't! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single "Trouble?" said the squawk-box, sleepily. "Oh, brother," said Jenkins. "Somebody's cracked the Contract Code or something." this ?" summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems somebody in that last crew spilled the beans before they shot him." there, are we?" "What else? You know the law. Instantaneous response to any crash-priority call, regardless of circumstances—" "Law be damned," Stone cried. "File a protest with HQ. Cancel the course bearings and thumb our noses at them!" in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs. Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in chain of Contracts from Aldebaran to Zarn, accepting calls, diagnosing they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth The Lancet crash into a landing slot on the edge of the city. As Sam Jenkins and "Well, you took long enough!" he roared, baring a set of yellow fangs that sent shivers up Jenkins' spine. "Fourteen hours! Do you call that speed?" Jenkins twisted down the volume on his Translator with a grimace. "You're lucky we came at all," he said peevishly. "Where's your Contract? Where did you get the Code?" They were herded into the car with three guards in front and three he wore a long purple cap with a gold ball on the end which twitched wildly as their whispered conference devolved into growling and snarling. Finally rumbled. "He is the Tenth Son of a Tenth Son, and it is written that he can never die. When you enter, bow," he added. The Tenth Son of a Tenth Son couldn't have cared less whether they bowed or not. The room was dark and rank with the smell of sickness. On His Eminence looked up at them from bloodshot eyes and greeted them with a groan of anguish that seemed to roll up from the soles of his feet. "Go away," he moaned, closing his eyes again and rolling over with his back toward them. "He is afflicted with a Pox, as any fool can see. All others it kills—but His Eminence is the Tenth Son of a Tenth Son, and it is written—" "Yes, yes, I know. He can never die." Sam gave Wally a sour look. "What happens, though, if he just up and does?" He does not die. hulk with inquiring fingers. "If it's a viremia, we're cooked," Stone whispered. "None of the drugs green flames? Death flames. They leave him here to die. But now that is all over. We have heard about you wizards from Hospital Earth. You cure all, the stories say. You are very wise, they say. You balance late—but perhaps not in this case," he added hastily when he saw the Moruan's face. "Tenth Son and all that. But you'll have to give us freedom to work." "What kind of freedom?" he didn't die naturally we'd kill him for sure! We can't go near him without a Bio-survey—look what happened on Baron when they tried it! Half the planetary population wiped out before they realized that the antibiotic was more deadly to the race than the virus was...." "Well, we've got a little to go on just from looking at them. They're oxygen-breathers, which means they manage internal combustion of carbohydrates, somehow. From the grey skin color I'd guess at a cuprous take them apart cell by cell to see what made them tick. Certain basic principles were always the same, a fact which accelerated took about six months to do— Stone ran the X-ray and pan-endoscopic examinations. After four grueling control room at gunpoint, along with a couple of minor medical potentates. Purple-hat's name was Kiz, and it seemed that he wasn't having any that day. Silence. "All right then, what causes it? Do you know? Bacteria? Virus? Degeneration?" Silence. cool before long if something doesn't happen fast—" His eyes narrowed on Kiz. "Of course, that might be right up your alley—how about that? His Eminence bows out, somebody has to bow in, right? Maybe you, huh?" Kiz began sputtering indignantly the Red Doctor cut him off. "It more power if you learned how to control this Pox." Kiz stopped sputtering quite abruptly. He blinked at his confederates for a long moment. Then: "You're an idiot. It can't be done." "Suppose it could." bottoms out of their jars. Suppose they drive him out?" That would open their grimly. "Tell them to send an armada, because we're liable to need one in the next few hours—" mourners, wailing like banshees and tearing out their fur in great grey Aguar met him at the door. "He's dying," he roared angrily. "Why don't you do something? Every hour he sinks more rapidly, and all you do is poke holes in the healthy ones! And then you send in this bag of and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor and threw it open. "First off, get rid of those things." He pointed at the foot of the bed and beat His Eminence steadily for one hour out of four, with new rawhide. When His Eminence protested this, we were certain the Spirit had possessed him, so we beat him one hour out of two—" Jenkins winced as the accounting of cabalistic clap-trap continued. His Eminence, he reflected, must have had the constitution of an ox. He glanced over at the panting figure on the bed. "But doesn't anybody ever recover from this?" behind it, he began tapping it slowly with the pestle, in perfect rhythm with the intravenous drip ... and waited. The room was deathly still except for a heavy snuffling sound from His Eminence and the plink-plink of the pestle on the mortar. The flask of purple stuff gurgled quietly. An hour passed, and another. Suddenly Jenkins motioned to Kiz. "His pulse—quickly!" Kiz scampered gratefully over to the bedside. "A hundred and eighty," he whispered. Jenkins' face darkened. He peered at the sick man intently. "It's a Without breaking the rhythm he transferred the plinking-job to Kiz. He changed the dwindling intravenous bottle. "Call me when the bottle is empty—or if there is any change. Whatever you do, don't touch anything ." patient's vital signs, wiped more sweat from his furry brow. Quite suddenly His Eminence opened bleary eyes, stared about him, let out a monumental groan and buried his head in the blankets. In two minutes "It'll take them twenty days at least, to get help, considering that Morua is not a Contract planet and we're not supposed to be here in the they've got things all wrong back at HQ." He brandished a huge roll of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—" He tossed the Contract in the dry-storage locker with a sigh. "Old Kiz just finished his first lesson, and he's still wondering what went on—" "So am I," said the Green Doctor suspiciously. "It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox." involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence thousand years ago. Without it, Hospital Earth might just as well pack up her little black bag and go home." He smiled into the mirror as he

<question>:
How many people die during the events of the story?

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A Two
B One
C Three
D Zero

<answer>:

D