our family is gone

Chapter 225 Fusarium Wilt

The small trap set by the witch on the book was activated, and the germs contained in it quickly permeated the air, enough to kill the intruder a hundred times.

Even Grindale, who showed extraordinary resistance just now, couldn't help coughing in a low voice, took out an unknown potion from her pocket and took it by herself.

On the contrary, Lance didn't feel anything at all.

That's it?

fun!
It feels really cool to open and hang.

Lance just glanced at it and closed the human skin book. The contents inside were not suitable for reading now, let alone there was a person beside him.

Grindel was distracted by the germs, and Lance had put away the books long before she realized it. She didn't say anything more about it, but just silently watched the figure who searched the hut.

Take them away whether you recognize them or not, Lance's motto has always been "It's all mine.打打.jpg".

Lance handed out the torch and lit the wooden furniture inside, and the flames soon rose up and engulfed the cabin under the fire of dry wood.

All is at peace under the flames.

Throwing the torch in casually, Lance exited the house.

Turning around just to face the scorching sun, Lance reacted and murmured: "It's dawn~"

Grindel subconsciously followed suit. When the first ray of morning light shone on her face, a little warmth greatly relieved the pressure accumulated in her heart.

Is it dawn...

The Witch of the Wilderness was killed. The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and the team simply packed up and started back on their way.

Seemingly realizing that Lance would not say much useful information before treating the patient himself, Grindel had no intention of communicating, but just followed along the way.

Lance is not in a hurry about this, as long as he knows the identity of the other party, it will be easy to deal with it.

There was no word on the way, the team did not rest at all, and even because the road was found out before and there was no need to find a way, the best route had already been planned, and the team had already rushed back to Hamlet when noon arrived.

"Look at this land." Lance raised his finger and pointed to the location of the previous battle. "At that time, the enemy led a large number of plague-carrying beasts to attack. The soldiers resisted all the way, and finally set fire to the farm, and used the fire attack to wipe out those monsters."

"But look, this originally fertile land has been polluted..." Lance kept talking about the damage caused by the plague, and this situation did attract her attention.

Grindel looked at the charred black farm with only wreckage and ruins left. She was imprisoned by the witch at the time and heard the witch tell a lot of things.

Among them is the plan of this corruption plague, which spreads through the ritual points, and then accumulates and cultivates a group of parasites to attack the town.

From the mouth of the witch, I knew the terrifying number of the plague army, but I didn't expect to be blocked here. It's hard to imagine the situation at that time.

Grindel could not help being curious about the town of Hamlet...

Going through the farm and entering the town, Grindel thought it would be the kind of town that was plagued by plague and full of death.

But after entering, I found that everything in the town seemed very calm. Although most people seemed a little nervous and worried, they were not in a desperate situation.

Moreover, when these people saw this man named Lance, hope appeared on his face, and at the same time, they would respectfully greet "Lord Lord".

And the Lance lord would give them a slight nod.

At this time, Greendale understood why he was able to take out the money, and why he cared so much about those patients.

It's just that the Hamlet she knew from the witch was not like this, and neither was the local lord...

"There is a risk of infection at the camp, Leonard, so you don't have to go there, go home and have a good rest."

Lance didn't stay long, and after a brief explanation, he took Greendale to the temporary medical camp in the outskirts and introduced him.

"All the patients were quarantined by me to limit the spread of the plague."

Tents were propped up, surrounded by simple fences covered with sackcloth, and there were several cauldrons outside the camp, but what was boiled in them was neither herbs nor food, but some clothes and tools. .

There are also pots with clear water in them, and some people are busy burning fires in them.

"This is disinfection. All things that have been in contact with patients are steamed to remove germ residues and prevent bacterial infections."

Lance explained, but most of these unique nouns were not understood by Grindel's ears, but their arrival caught the attention of those who stayed outside the camp.

"grown ups!"

"My lord, what happened to my child?"

"My lord, let me go in and see him for the last time..."

"..."

The continuous cries for help instantly drowned the two of them, and at the same time those people rushed up to stop them.

These people should be family members who came to help out at noon. You can see their worried and sad faces.

They are very clear about what it means to be infected with the plague in this era, and they seem to know that their children will surely die. They don't even dare to ask the lord for anything, and what they long for is just to see each other for the last time.

Knowing this, Lance didn't mean to be impatient, but raised his hand to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I'm here to assure you that I will do my best to treat them, and I will bear all the expenses of follow-up rehabilitation. They are heroes! I will not give up any warrior who defends Hamlet."

Empty words can't give them hope, Lance directly raised his hand to signal Grindel next to him and introduced: "This is the doctor I invited here, she has deep research on this area, and she will definitely be able to treat patients as soon as possible. "

"Doctor, please save my child."

"doctor!"

"..."

Lance's words immediately shifted their attention to Grindel, and the family members rushed forward, all kinds of words for help.

This scene made Greendale feel great pressure, and she didn't know what to say to these helpless family members for a while.

Lance didn't take much action when he saw the situation. He just wanted to use the family members of these patients to give her strength and directly kidnap her morally. In some cases, it was also a kind of stress test.

A witch is a very dangerous identity, let alone a barbarian priestess, who is definitely evil in the definition of ordinary people, and if found in an ordinary town, it will be reported to the church.

If Lance chooses to protect her, he must give her some prestige, establish a relationship with the public, and change ordinary people's stereotypes of their "evil representatives".

At the same time, Lance still needs to find out her character in this situation. If he really doesn't feel the slightest feeling or even disgust or bored with this scene, then he has to consider whether this kind of person is suitable to stay.

Of course, this pressure can't be too much, otherwise it will be counterproductive, and he only pretends to stand in front when it is almost the same time.

"There is a risk of infection here, and in order to give the patient a good environment, please leave first. The doctor will do his best to treat it, and I will give the greatest support."

The restless crowd calmed down under Lance's persuasion. They were willing to believe the lord, because he had given everything he promised.

Grindale, who had escaped, was also relieved. This tragic scene of pleading reminded her of some bad things...

"Please, look at the patient's condition." Lance was about to lead someone into the camp, but before turning his head, he saw Paracelsus standing at the door.

The commotion outside the camp caught Paracelsus' attention, but when she walked out, she happened to see Lance standing in front of the strange man and dispersing the patient's family members.

"This is Paracelsus, and this is Grindel, the pharmacist I just invited back to deal with the plague." Lance briefly introduced the two to each other, but it was not easy to talk about the witch's Identity can only be changed.

"This is a ward, not a place for you to play." Paracelsus said coldly, looking at Grindel.

In the past few days, she has been taking care of so many patients by herself, and she has to record and study. A lot of things made her irritated, but now she is directly released.

Did she hear it just now, what is a doctor invited back?Just her?

With strange clothes and weird masks, no matter how you look at them, they look like those barbarian wizards.

She thought of those patients who didn't go to the doctor when they were sick, but went to those wizards to dance to the gods. In the end, the money was gone and the people were gone.

I saw many similar situations in medical school, but she didn't expect Lance to do this kind of thing, because she didn't trust her ability!
Even through the beak mask, Lance could still feel Paracelsus' inexplicable resentment. If Lance knew what she was thinking, he would have to complain.

Uh... Is it possible that your outfit is also a fancy dress in the eyes of ordinary people?
But it's easy to understand. She who admires [science] naturally looks down on these guys who use herbs and weird witchcraft at this time.

If it was an ordinary world, Lance would agree with her idea, but unfortunately, this is a world with extraordinary power, and even these plague viruses themselves are witchcraft creations.

"Material science, let's let the facts speak." Lance smiled and said a word to calm her down, and then raised his hand to signal Grindale to go in.

Greendale doesn't know why this person has such strong hostility towards her, but it has nothing to do with her, as long as the patients are saved, she will leave when she gets what she wants.

Paracelsus hesitated a little, but followed him in. She wanted to see what this guy was capable of.

Before entering, you could hear the coughing of the soldiers, and feel the true power of the plague when you entered it. Those soldiers were lying on the hospital bed moaning in pain, but there were no abscesses on their bodies.

However, the exposed skin became withered and yellow, and the muscles atrophied. As for breathing, it became difficult. It seemed that what he inhaled was not air but a knife.

In just two days, the plague had tortured them like walking corpses, and Lance could not help but frown upon seeing this.

"Most of the patients were infected through breathing, and they began to show the same conditions as the previous experimental subjects. The entire respiratory system began to show fibrosis, and it was difficult to breathe..."

Paracelsus noticed Lance's reaction and began to introduce the situation of the past two days, and finally added coldly: "There is more than one who wants to commit suicide to end the torment of this illness."

It was even more uncomfortable for Lance to hear these words. The physical pain can be recovered, but what about the severe trauma of the mind?
Even if the place is cured, how many people can take up arms and fight for him again?
"It's blight."

Grindel's voice came to draw Lance's attention back, and they had already started working while the two were talking.

She quickly identified the specific disease after observing the patient.

"Is it still saved? How should I treat it?"

"If it was just the beginning, I could finish the treatment quickly, but their time has passed for too long, and the body has already suffered irreversible damage..." Grindel paused a little while speaking, "It is not difficult to eliminate the disease, but it is not difficult to completely cure it. If it’s good, it needs to consume more resources, more time, and you need to rely on your ability.”

Lance almost didn't tense when he heard her pause, and he was relieved when she finished speaking.

"Health! Just tell me what you need." Lance waved his hand, it's money, he has plenty.

Originally, according to his plan, those townspeople would gradually stabilize, and as time went on, they would complete their integration and become members of Hamlet.

But being attacked by a witch and the plague made people panic. Although he couldn't see it on the surface, he could feel the fear of the people.

He must do whatever it takes to prove to them that Hamlet is a good place, worth staying and dedicating to.

What he saved was not these few people, but the hearts of the people.

"How do you treat it?" Paracelsus stood up and questioned, some things can't be solved with empty teeth, otherwise she wouldn't be troubled by this weird disease.

"Stabilize the condition, eliminate the blight, and wake up the exhausted organs." Grindel spoke calmly, and did not generate unnecessary emotions because of others' doubts.

She paused just now because she was hesitant to stay for a while if she wanted to be cured. The knowledge of this land made her very uneasy.

This was said lightly, but it aroused Paracelsus's stronger doubts.

Leaving aside the first two steps, there has never been a precedent for resuscitating diseased organs alone. If it were as simple as she said, then my teacher, as a professor of medical school, would not have died of illness directly on the podium.

"No, I'm only responsible for eliminating diseases." Grindale had her own pride, and she didn't bother to explain too much.

Lance understands it. She can cure the blight, but her body that has been eroded by the virus can't help it. But she has experienced and seen the power of [Flesh Reconstruction], so she proposes this treatment plan.

"No problem, you just need to cure the blight, and I will take care of the sequelae."

Lance made a decision directly. Anyway, this skill does not consume much spirituality, and the batch of parasites made him a lot of money, which is not bad.

After discussing and determining the treatment plan, Lance let go of his voice and announced to the patients.

"I have found a cure, and I will do my best to treat you."

Lance's words and gesture gave great encouragement to those patients on the hospital bed. The illness may take their lives, but it cannot take away their loyalty to the lord!

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