Durin's Diary

Chapter 160 Guidance
He threw the three rhubarbs to Higgins, who sighed after listening to Durin's explanation: "They can be considered runaway slaves, but the police in Copenhagen usually don't take action."

"I know they need cheap labor from outside, too," Du Lin said, watching the big, Osso-type guy from the Higgins family leave with three rhubarbs. "But I still didn't expect slavery in the North to be so serious."

"In the Western Continent, the Northern Kingdom has the most slaves, the South is a bit better. Sydney doesn't have many slaves, but Sydney will return runaway slaves to their masters, so that's why those runaway slaves fled to the Eastern Elf Territory." Having said this, Higgins glanced at Anta and said, "There's something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Speak, I am the manifestation of Durin's will."

"Speaking of which, Anta is an extension of my arms."

After Du Lin and Anta finished speaking, they laughed in unison.

Higgins rolled his eyes. "I know you're kind, but there's too much suffering on this earth. You can't save them all. Even if you paid me to save them, I couldn't save too many people. Everyone is watching our Brotherhood. A few people is fine, but if you get a few hundred, that old bastard in the secret police will come to question me."

At this point, Higgins looked at the two of them, sighed, and spread his hands: "It's hard for me to do it too."

"I understand. There won't be a next time." Du Lin nodded. "I won't blame you."

"Thank you. Well, you're here just in time. The second phase of that penicillin you mentioned has been completed. I'll take you to see something new. We don't have to find the skin test method and the experimental population ourselves. The first group of people who are cured are our best advertising. Once they spread the word, the treatment sites will be flooded with new efficacy testers. They are even willing to sign waivers of legal action for death from allergies, and those who are wealthy are willing to pay for treatment."

"That's great, let's go take a look." At this point, Du Lin was stunned: "Wait a minute, what disease are you talking about?"

"I can't control the disease of the two pounds of meat below." Having said that, Higgins smiled helplessly.

Damn, this disease, I can only say that penicillin was created to treat this disease.

Durin took Anta to the three-story building behind the Utari family manor. Now it was crowded with patients and medical staff brought from the elves, as well as two elders who were taking a break after a while and were responsible for care. The first phase of the test had a significant effect. Although some unlucky people died of allergies, the vast majority of patients were cured.

Many diseases are incurable in this era. Why? Because there is no penicillin.

Divine magic can save people, but the vast majority of clergy are self-disciplined and have no good feelings towards those who cannot control themselves, let alone provide them with treatment.

As for drug resistance, that is a matter for the future. In this era, this thing is almost a miracle drug.

The second and third floors are used by respectable people who are wealthy and don't want to expose their privacy, with one room per person.

The first floor is occupied by critically ill patients, and is made of solid glass walls. In this day and age, small pieces of glass are difficult to handle, and large glass walls can be easily burned.

Old Enrique happened to be there today. When he saw Du Lin, he immediately patted him on the shoulder happily and said, "Good boy, you did a great job on this. Although you said there might be drug resistance in the future, your invention today can save countless lives. Besides these unruly guys here, there are too many wounded soldiers who need such good things. With them, they won't have to die."

"I'm just doing my duty," Du Lin said with a smile. He felt a bit flattered and shook hands with the female elder who offered her hand. "Hello, Your Excellency the Elder."

"Just call me Old Liz, child. Your performance has amazed the entire circle. We elders all feel that you will be able to wear the crown of thorns one day in the future." The old woman named Liz said kindly.

"My heart is for freedom. Your responsibility is too heavy, but I swear that if the Circle and the Elf Territory need my wisdom, I will serve the Circle and the Elf Territory wholeheartedly." Du Lin said this and lowered his head so that the old woman with white pupils could stroke his head.

"That's good. Young hearts yearn for freedom. You can boldly go out and explore this land. Your grandfather and I are your strongest backers, but remember, your home is in the Eastern Elf Territory. Don't forget." The old woman warned seriously.

"I won't forget." Du Lin nodded vigorously.

The old woman patted Du Lin's face happily and said, "Okay, you can go in, but be careful and don't come into contact with those patients."

The elder gave such instructions, so as soon as they entered the door, Higgins motioned for Dulin and Anta to follow him: "We have an isolation area here. Observers and visitors are not qualified to come into contact with patients. Only specialized medical staff are allowed to do so." "Will it be contagious?" Dulin was a little unsure, after all, this was a different world.

"There are several pathologies. Two of them are late-stage infections that can be somewhat contagious. Their sores burst, and some medical staff have accidentally been infected," Higgins said, pointing to the other side of the glass wall. "That's him. Luckily, it's only an early-stage infection. He recovered after an injection. However, for safety reasons, he needs to be isolated for a while."

On the other side, a young man who was reading a book also noticed Du Lin and his group. He smiled and waved.

Du Lin raised his hand and greeted his fellow young man on the other side of the glass wall.

Infection from bodily fluids, whether through contact with the skin, or through the eyes or oral mucosa. Goodness, this is truly a different world. Thankfully, these are still primitive strains.

I think we still need to develop corresponding magic.

Indeed, although I am a medical AI, if divine arts are truly useful, then I will use them.

Daju is worthy of being an AI. Faced with the threat of virus mutation, as a treatment AI, it immediately chose a method that is more likely to solve the problem once and for all.

After walking around, Du Lin noticed that most of the patients on the other side of the glass wall were in a stable mood. There were a few who looked very ill and could only lie in bed, but basically no one was overly excited. It seemed that the pioneers who were completely cured in the first phase of the test gave these patients great hope.

"This guy is actually a count, but his case is quite unique. He became infected during a battle, coming into contact with the enemy's blood. It's said that an abscess burst right in front of him. It makes me sick just thinking about it." Higgins finished his introduction and led Durin to an area filled with various glass instruments. He pointed inside through the glass wall, "This is the preparation area. My pharmacists never imagined they would one day become doctors, instead of just injecting mushroom powder day after day."

Du Lin smiled and said, "What do you think about participating in such an action?"

"I don't have any ideas, but my father is quite happy. He said he's been doing evil for half his life and finally got to do something good." At this point, Higgins took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and then handed the cigarette case to Du Lin: "Want one?"

"Thank you." Du Lin took one.

"What about you, little lady?" Higgins asked politely.

"I don't smoke." Anta reached out and used the small flame on her fingertips to light cigarettes for the two smokers, then asked Dulin: "Dulin, are your cigarettes selling well?"

"The druids are very happy because the herbs in their warehouses are finally being sold. Lung patients across the Western Continent are also very happy because they can be saved." Du Lin said as he noticed a cart coming out of the cultivation area. "Where is this being delivered to?"

"These two carts are heading to the Eternal Fortress. Their mages should be arriving soon. They are the highest priority among our first batch of guests." Higgins, Durin, and Anta moved against the wall to let the two carts pass. Then Higgins looked at Durin sternly and imitated the tone of others: "Mr. Durin, you don't know that the Bishop of the Original Creator never looked me in the eye before, but now he calls me the lost lamb of the Utari family."

"Next, when your child is born, you can ask His Eminence the Bishop to be the child's godfather." Du Lin said with a smile, and suddenly thought of the word godfather.

"That's right. In that case, my child wouldn't be some criminal gang's offspring, but the Bishop's adopted son."

Higgins was fantasizing about the future, while Du Lin shook the cigarette in his hand.

Big Orange, why don't we talk to the druids and ask them to make the herbs into the shape of cigars. This way, they can be smoked as cigars, heal the lungs, and be used for other purposes.

·You are a person whose mind is full of ideas about how to pretend to be something, but I like it. I will start calculating the formula for you now, and take me with you when you pretend.

Okay, of course I will give you the center position, and the base will be the cat in my arms.

Happy, today is also a day when patients and medical prostheses are in close contact and collusion.

(End of this chapter)