It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 703 Assassin Demir: I'm getting close to the target!
Become crazy?
Gretel immediately thought of the few refugees who had blank eyes or sluggish movements at the entrance of the hospital in the morning.So, this is one of those, psychotic episodes?
He hastily said "Put on your clothes" and turned around to look.Just as he stepped out the door, a tall figure stood in front of him, and he didn't seem to be making any gestures. The weeds sprang up on the ground, tying him into a green chrysalis.

An eighth-level senior priest, his actions are so clean.

Gretel gave a slight nod of thanks to Elder Knox's disciple—I don't know if it was the first disciple—and walked past him to see the patient.Thanks to the boss, it saved him a lot of trouble, and he didn't have to think about whether to use vines or throw tranquility...

The green chrysalis was tied neither loose nor tight, which was just enough to stop the patient from struggling without restricting his breathing.The person was in the chrysalis, turned his head, and could still stare at Gretel, his eyes widened to the point of tearing apart.Opening his mouth wide, his teeth and gums were bloody:
"Hehe, Hehe..."

Gretel paused slightly.When I glanced at the entrance of the hospital before, the symptoms of the few refugees I saw were mostly indifferent expressions, unresponsiveness, and mental decline. In other words, they were similar to dementia.But this one in front of him looks quite agitated...

It's not a piece of cake, is it?

Emergency doctors, although not proficient in mental illness and symptoms similar to mental illness, have to understand something.When I receive a patient, I can't go to a psychiatrist for consultation all day long. I have to make a judgment by myself:
This is just drunk, this looks like a seizure, this may be an emotional disorder, this is more likely to be hepatic encephalopathy, this is not a mental illness, but is about to go into shock, so the expression is indifferent...

The chrysalis in front of him, he hasn't reached the point of distinguishing symptoms, but instinctively feels something is wrong.Including the skin on his face and the blood on his lips, Gretel also felt that something was wrong.

He stopped and didn't step forward, but looked left and right.I found a man who was staring nervously at the pupa man, who seemed to be quite concerned, and waved to him:

"You know him?"

"do not know……"

The man shrank back subconsciously.He wanted to escape, but at some point a strand of grass sprang up from under his feet, wrapping his ankles tightly.Seeing it, Gretel couldn't help but smile slightly:
That big brother, that eighth-level priest of the God of Nature, you are so caring!

In order to prevent the subject of the questioning from fleeing in panic, he did not point it out, nor did he turn around to thank him.He just slowed down his voice and asked:

"How long has he been like this? I mean, this crazy look?"

As he spoke, he quietly threw a pacification technique in the past.The calming effect of the divine spell was good. The trembling voice of the man gradually calmed down. He raised his head and looked at Gretel:

"I don't know. I've been imprisoned for almost a month. Sometimes one person died, and sometimes a few people were thrown in... Anyway, he was there when I got on the boat."

Tupac DeMille tensed up, listening to them.He felt bad when he saw the high-ranking spellcaster approaching, took advantage of the old man's sneaking into the house, tried to escape but was stopped by the guards, so he had to pretend to be crazy.

Fortunately, there was a wrong move to attract the target——

Hell, why isn't this guy here? !
The straw can only bind ordinary people, but it can't bind him at all; as long as the target is in front of him and finds an opportunity, he has full confidence to kill this person!
Forget it, it’s okay not to come.There are high-level professionals around, so he should be quiet for a while and wait for the opportunity.The assassin gradually quieted down, trying to eavesdrop:

"Then besides him, there are people..." Gretel raised his hand and pointed to his head:
"Is the brain bad? Or, is there anyone else who is stupid or crazy?"

"Yes, yes!" The man nodded quickly.He turned around, and the grass stalks under his feet had scattered more than once, allowing him to take a step out safely, and raised his finger to the pile of people:

"Look there, Shanna is, ever since her child was dragged away by wolves, she has been stupid; and old Ron, in the past six months, has become more and more unrecognizable; and..."

Among the four to fifty people, four or five people have neuropsychiatric symptoms, and this probability is not low.Following the man's guidance, Gretel looked at all these patients, and concluded while watching:

These few patients, even among the refugees, were extremely malnourished.The symptoms of the skin lesions were also more severe. Gretel said that their mental symptoms might be related to the skin lesions...

But what is the association?Gretel walked around in the crowd, walking, suddenly a bad smell hit his face.It's not the smell of sweat fermenting on the body after not taking a shower for many days, but...

It's diarrhea!Gretel sniffled, and with rich clinical experience, he immediately gave him the answer.It doesn't matter if one or two people have diarrhea, don't cause a plague!
Not to mention cholera, even a dysentery or something that broke out next door to the hospital would give him a headache!
Gretel turned around and blocked a man who had just come back after untying his hands:

"Did you have diarrhea?"

"Yes!"

This refugee was dirtier and more frightened than the last one.Gretel asked him kindly:
"How long have you had diarrhea?"

"One... has always been..."

"How long? Seven days, half a month, one month, three months? Half a year?"

On the filthy face of the refugee, the dark pupils dilated slightly, as if a little dazed.His eyes moved up slightly, as if he was thinking, and finally shook his head:
"It's been a long time..."

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief.If it takes a long time, then it is not cholera, and cholera will definitely not last long, and it is probably not dysentery either.

He stopped a few more inquiries, and they all said that the duration of the diarrhea was not short, and the duration ranged from several months to half a year, intermittently.Moreover, among the few patients with mental symptoms, some also had diarrhea, nausea and vomiting.

and so……

Symmetrical lesions, nonsolar, gastrointestinal symptoms, psychotic symptoms...

If these symptoms appear at the same time, what disease will it be?
skin disease?
Rheumatic immune disease?
Nutrient deficiency?
For some reason Gretel thought of beriberi.This disease caused by vitamin B1 deficiency is easily confused with athlete's foot - even the name is very similar.

But in fact, beriberi may involve the nervous and cardiovascular systems, the former manifested as peripheral neuritis, sensory and motor disturbances, the latter manifested as weakness, fatigue, palpitations, shortness of breath, and even heart failure...

It is a bit similar to the disease in front of me.Still, it's not the same.Gretel always felt that he should be very close to the answer.One step away, one step away!
Alas, but there is still a differential diagnosis.For example, mental illness may be combined with skin lesions and gastrointestinal symptoms, or it may be isolated; the woman may have suffered a major blow, and the old man may have Alzheimer's disease...

Diarrhea is more likely.You can't make a rash diagnosis without looking at everyone!
He made his way to Master Knox's consulting room—the straw hut—and put down the shelter on the side.Look left, look right, and make a loud whistle.

After a while, Silvermoon Deer arrived with Serila on his back:

"Apa, watch them here, if anyone fails, just throw a healing spell over there." Gretel stood on tiptoe, stroking the soft hair on top of Apa's head:
"Call them in one by one, ask about medical history, check up. Cerilla, I told you to remember!"

"okay!"

The silver dragon girl happily agreed.After taking the [Endless Ink Pen], he turned it over with joy on his fingertips.Gretel looked around and called the guards:

"Please do me a favor, take that bundled guy—yes, that's the one, first!"

Tupac DeMille: ! ! !
I'm getting close to the target!
Do you want to hurry up and do it?

That deer looks so strong!And that elf girl, I don't know what level of ranger she is...

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ps: Enough information has been given, has anyone guessed what the disease is?

(End of this chapter)