I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 114 Rescue
Holding flags, more than a thousand refugees did not gather together all at once, but were divided into dozens of small groups of varying sizes. Led by one or more players, they moved along the paths in the mountains and forests.

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that Chris can accept refugees in batches and does not need to worry about being disrupted by the refugees all at once.

The bad news is that the refugees are scattered in the mountains and forests, and many of them must have walked into the woods on both sides in search of food and then got lost.

If nothing is done, it would be lucky if 500 out of more than a thousand people could actually reach Bolas Fortress.

Looking at the sky this afternoon, there might be a little rain tonight... It's normal to have rain in spring, but this spring rain, which was as precious as oil in previous years, is now extremely deadly for refugees.

There was no other choice but for Chris to squeeze out the horse and give it to the players to ride.

Then send these cavalrymen out, wearing stainless steel armor that is purely for show, to search for and pick up the refugee groups along the road.

At the fortress, Chris threw all the ingredients originally intended for the victory banquet into a big pot and stewed them. He gave the meaty parts to the militia and laborers, and then asked them to build tents on the open space.

The part without meat is prepared for the refugees to eat. It has some meat, but not much, which is just right for them to eat with empty stomachs. It is easy to digest and will not make them die of bloating.

Under the guidance of the cavalry, the refugees came out one after another along the mountain paths in the evening, and then came to the tent area under the leadership of the militia.

All the refugees were first given a large wooden bowl and drank a large bowl of warm potato, rice and multi-grain porridge to warm their stomachs and prevent them from starving to death.

Then, medical students wearing white coats, masks and gloves, as well as NPC doctor apprentices dressed in the same way, will walk into the crowd at this time, check the refugees' bodies and provide medical assistance.

In addition, militiamen wearing chain mail and armed with swords would surround the refugees after the doctor left and forcibly separate the women, children and young men among the refugees.

"No, she is my wife, I..."

"Get out of here! Men should stay over there. Women and children should stay over here. You must separate!"

The militiamen didn't care about that. Under the supervision of the gendarmes wearing white helmets, they roughly divided the refugees into two groups... Women and children went to the tents on the left, and men went to the right.

No matter what their relationship is, they must be separated!

When people are well fed and well clothed, they will think about sex. In order to prevent some unbearable things from happening, men and women among the refugees must be separated.

Chris even warned the militiamen repeatedly that if they dared to attack the female refugees, their penises would be cut off, and if they dared to steal or rob the refugees' property, their hands would be chopped off!
Don't look at the refugee women who are extremely dirty and smelly, but Chris really can't believe the morality and self-control of the militiamen.

After the refugees were separated, those who were sick received treatment, while those who were not sick took a collective hot bath in a large tent with a shower, and then went to another steaming tent to wash clothes under the supervision of the militia.

This hot bath must be taken because the refugees are too dirty. If they don't wash, the lice and fleas on their bodies will definitely bring germs.

If the refugees were not provided with clothes for free, it would seem that they were being too kind to them. Chris even wanted to burn their old clothes and then give them new ones.

……

In a quiet single-person tent, Misha was laid flat on an oak board covered with a velvet blanket. The doctor in white clothes, holding a hurricane lamp, pressed his fingers on the child's swollen throat, where the purple lines were like a poisonous spider's web.

“It’s a rash.”

The doctor, who was wearing a strange white mask and whose face could not be seen clearly, looked up and said the first words to Irina, which made her realize that the doctor was speaking to her in the slang of border farmers.

"His temperature is too high, probably 39 degrees. When did he develop a fever?"

While the doctor was speaking, Misha was twitching due to a high fever, spitting out turbid liquid from his mouth, and his face was abnormally red.

Irina didn't understand what the doctor meant. She subconsciously thought he wanted to give up treatment. "Please!"

Irina fell to her knees in front of the doctor, her forehead hitting the hardened yellow earth, and she begged loudly.

"As long as you can save him, I can give you anything..."

"No need for you to give it to me. The prince ordered me to rescue everyone. Now I ask you, when did your child get a fever?"

The doctor was very impatient and pulled the ignorant peasant woman up with force. As a modern player, he was not used to the locals kneeling at every turn, and he was a little annoyed.

Tonight, he has encountered such a thing at least five times, which has delayed him from saving people.

"Yesterday... no, the day before yesterday..."

Irina answered timidly.

The doctor said nothing, he turned around and waved, and his assistant, who had been holding a leather suitcase as if protecting gold, walked forward quickly and placed the things in his arms on the edge of the simple bed made of oak boards with the most gentle movements.

The doctor stepped forward, opened the suitcase, and reached in to take out a transparent crystal tube. At the end of the tube was a needle emitting a cold glow, and the tip of the needle flashed with a sharp cold light.

Then the doctor took out three thumb-sized crystal bottles filled with transparent liquid, which sparkled with crystal clear luster as he shook them.

Irina was frightened when she saw the doctor insert the needle into the crystal bottle, suck out the liquid inside, and then press a small amount of liquid out of the needle towards the sky. Irina became even more frightened.

No matter how ignorant she was, Irina guessed something at this time.

When the doctor's assistant took off Misha's clothes, revealing his dirty upper body, and then wiped his shoulders with a piece of white cotton dipped in alcohol, which soon turned black, this further confirmed Irina's thoughts.

"Ah, doctor..."

"This is a life-saving potion. Your child has a high fever. If you don't reduce the fever, he will become a fool tonight."

After the doctor finished speaking, he immediately inserted the needle into Misha's shoulder, gently pushed the piston of the syringe, and the medicine slowly injected into his arm.

After doing this, the doctor threw the syringe into the bag in the assistant's hand and was about to leave. Before leaving, he turned around and said to Irina.

"Go get some hot water, come back and wipe your child's body, then cover him with a blanket so he doesn't get cold. Then clean yourself up too. If you're too dirty, your child will have a fever again.

I will come to see your child again tomorrow morning after breakfast. His fever should be gone by then, and he will be fine after taking some medicine."

After saying that, the doctor left, and his confident words before leaving also made the anxious Irina calm down a little.

Seeing Misha's face gradually becoming calmer, the mother subconsciously followed his instructions.

Because of her child and illness, Irina was given a single tent and did not need to squeeze with other female refugees. The male refugees were in another place.

So, after Misha's condition improved a little, Irina could leave alone without worry to take a shower and get some hot water.

Everything was not in perfect order, but with the help of the player civil servants who had just performed the loyalty ceremony this afternoon, order was maintained in the two refugee camps where more than 300 people had gathered.

Of course, in this process, the player inevitably killed a dozen fools who wanted to do evil. With the latter's heads and blood, as well as the policy of separating men and women, these refugees were temporarily stabilized.

As for what happens next, it depends on how Chris arranges it.

(End of this chapter)