Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 43 Experimental Products

"It's probably a water problem; these people may have dysentery," Qin Hao said to the medic after checking on the soldiers.

“Water? But we’ve been using the same well water lately,” Sasha said, puzzled.

Qin Hao guessed, "It's possible that the water source has been polluted, since part of the water source in this area is in the hands of the Germans."

In his memory, both sides in the two world wars had attacked each other's water sources.

During World War I, Germany dumped arsenic into the French army's water supply at the Verdun front, contaminating the water supply along the entire front. Sometimes, when chemical agents were unavailable, the Germans would resort to a more brutal method—directly dumping dead animal carcasses into wells.

Of course, the French army wasn't exactly innocent either. When the French army occupied Lille, they dumped kerosene into the sewage pumps throughout the region during their retreat, causing the city's water supply to be paralyzed for more than two weeks.

The British went even further, throwing pig's blood directly into the water sources of the Ottoman Empire.

Both sides are evenly matched; it's like a crow and a black pig standing together—neither can claim the other is black.

However, if such methods were applied to oneself, it would inevitably cause some trouble.

"Father, you, you must have a way, right?" The medic looked at the priest in black with anticipation, and the other soldiers around him had similar looks in their eyes.

Not long ago, they had witnessed firsthand how the priest's holy water saved so many wounded people.

However, Qin Hao did not respond immediately. "Pour out the contaminated water first, and boil the water we used before drinking it. As for the rest... let me think about it."

Seeing that the priest hadn't brought out any more holy water, the young medic looked puzzled.

Isn't holy water something that can be obtained at any time?
Walking back to his room and closing the door, Qin Hao took out the cross hanging on his hand.

With a click, the cross broke in the middle, revealing a small hidden compartment on the left side, containing rows of small pills—Stella stored her commonly used medicines in this location.

However, there is a problem: apart from the few blue pills used to treat hemophilia, Qin Hao cannot distinguish the other medications.

"Couldn't Stella have put a label on them?" Qin Hao said, looking at the colorful capsules in front of him, somewhat speechless.

He wanted to pick out norfloxacin and azithromycin from these drugs, but there were several similar pills available.

This time the situation is different from before. The compartments contain not only antibiotics, but also tablets of various medications. Mixing them together will likely cause problems.

Moreover, the cross-shaped container is not very large, and once these medicines are used, there will be nowhere to replenish them. It would be a waste to mix them all together and use them all at once.

"Looks like I'll have to find someone to try it out first." Looking at the small pill in his hand, Qin Hao rubbed his chin.

"Sasha! Are you outside?" Qin Hao opened the door and called out.

"Father, I'm here." The medic jogged over.

"Among us sick soldiers, who is the strongest on ordinary days?"

"Hmm~" The medic thought for a moment, "That should be Mr. Panasenko, but I don't know why, he's been acting a bit strange lately."

"strange?"

As a cavalry captain, Panasenko had his own residence.

Outside the room, Qin Hao looked at Sasha and asked in a low voice, "You mean he hasn't communicated with anyone for several days in a row?"

“Yes, Father, Mr. Panachenko used to be a talkative man, and you could often see him chatting with the soldiers, but he became very withdrawn after returning from outside a few days ago. However, I can confirm that he has severe diarrhea and goes to the toilet more than ten times a day,” Sasha said with certainty.

Qin Hao pondered for a moment, "Well, people usually become quite disheveled after contracting dysentery or severe diarrhea, and the odor on their bodies is hard to get rid of. If someone has a strong sense of self-respect, they may not be able to accept it and choose to endure it alone."

"You can leave now; I'll take care of the rest."

Sasha nodded, handed the warm water in his hand to the priest in black, turned and left. There were many sick people, and he had others to take care of.

Once the medics had disappeared from sight, Qin Hao carefully took out a capsule from his pocket, unscrewed it, and poured it into the warm water in the aluminum lunchbox. After gently stirring, he walked towards the house.
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Panasenko lay in bed, touching his burning forehead, feeling as if his body no longer belonged to him.

He felt a little unwell after riding back to the camp with the priest in black that day, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

Because the physical discomfort was far less than the mental blow he suffered.

If someone had told him before this day that he could control the weather, he would have labeled them a fraud without hesitation.

But he saw it with his own eyes.

There really are people who can control the wind and rain! He began to doubt the education he had received, and even his most steadfast beliefs began to waver.

If there truly is divine power in the world, then what do the books he has read, the works and theories he has studied, and the things he is doing now matter?

They stopped transporting leaflets, stopped spreading anti-rebellious ideas to soldiers, and even stopped contacting others.

He became completely depressed!

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already very ill.

First came the vomiting, not just simple nausea, but a severe condition where I couldn't eat anything.

Then came diarrhea, which continued for so long that he couldn't even stand up straight.

High fever also began to take hold, and at its worst, he even experienced hallucinations.

In a half-dream state, he saw countless flags waving together, and he stood with the workers, while some stood on a high platform, raising their arms and shouting!

He saw himself and his comrades raising their sabers, riding their warhorses fearlessly towards the enemy's position.

He saw the hammer strike, creating dazzling sparks, and factories springing up everywhere!

He saw…

He saw the raging wind and rain, the lightning dancing in the sky, and the black-robed figure waving a cross and summoning the wind and rain… The figure faced the sky, shouting indistinct incantations, then turned and slowly walked towards him…

Then, the shadow gradually became clearer, holding a steaming lunchbox in its hand.
! ! ! ! !

No! What I just saw wasn't a hallucination!

Panasenko sat up abruptly, but a wave of dizziness washed over him.

A familiar face appeared before him, and the priest in black helped him up.

"I've come to see you," the other person said, their voice gentle and calm.

“Father…I…”

"Lie down first." The priest in black helped the other person lie down on the bed, then paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"I know about your situation, so I came to see you."

"What?! He knows everything!!!"

The cavalry captain was startled, but quickly calmed down.

Yes, the person in front of me is a prophet who can influence celestial phenomena, so how could I possibly hide my little secret from him?
However, just to be on the safe side, he tentatively asked, "Father, do you know about my situation?"

"Of course, you don't need to hide it at all. We have people following you and they saw it all."

It's ridiculous. He thought he was cleverly hiding his true intentions, but it turns out he had already been exposed.

Panasenko gave a self-deprecating laugh, weakly stood up, and straightened his clothes.

"Alright, since it's come to this, I won't hide it anymore."

"I am a Bolshevik!"

"Let the guards in and arrest me!"

.........

A few seconds of silence fell over the room. Perhaps due to his illness, Panachenko felt for a moment that the priest in black looked a little stiff.

But the next second, a kind smile reappeared on his face, and the priest gently bent down and handed him the lunchbox.

“My cavalry captain, that’s not important.”

"Here, drink this first."

(End of this chapter)