Our family is in decline

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

Even Greendale, who had shown extraordinary resistance just now, couldn't help but cough in a low voice, took out an unknown potion from her pocket and drank it herself.

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

That's it?

happy!

It feels so good to cheat.

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

Greendale was distracted by the germs, and by the time she realized that the books had already been put away by Lance, she didn't say anything more about it, just silently watching the figure who was ransacking the cabin.

Regardless of whether they recognize each other or not, Lance's purpose has always been "They are all mine. Make a fist.jpg".

Lance held out a torch and lit the wooden furniture inside. The fire quickly rose up and engulfed the cabin.

Everything calmed down under the flames.

Throwing the torch in, Lance exited the house.

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

Greendale also looked over subconsciously. When the first ray of morning light shone on her face, a little warmth greatly relieved the pressure in her heart.

Is it dawn yet...

The Witch of the Wilderness was killed, and the purpose of this trip had been achieved. The team simply packed up and started heading back.

Seemingly realizing that Lance would not share much useful information before he treated the patient, Greendale had no intention of communicating and just followed the path.

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 silence all the way, and the team did not rest at all. Even because they had discovered the road before and did not need to find a way, the best route had been planned. By the time noon arrived, the team had already rushed back to Hamlet.

"Look at this land." Lance raised his hand 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. Finally, they set the farm on fire and used fire attacks to wipe out those monsters."

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

Greendale looked at the charred farm with only the ruins left. She was imprisoned by the witch and listened to the witch talk about many things.

Among them is the plan of corrupting the plague, spreading it through ritual points, and then accumulating and cultivating a group of parasites to attack the town.

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

Grendel couldn't help but become curious about the town of Hamlet...

After passing through the farm and entering the town, Greendale originally thought it would be the kind of town that was plagued by plague and smelled of death.

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

Moreover, when these people saw this man named Lance, a look of hope appeared on their faces, and at the same time they would respectfully greet him "Lord".

Lord Lance would give them a slight nod.

At this time, Greendale understood why he could come up with this money and why he cared so much about those patients.

It's just that the Hamlet she knew from the witch's mouth was not like this, and the local lord was not like this either...

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

Lance didn't stay much longer. After a brief explanation, he took Greendale to the makeshift medical camp in the suburbs and made an introduction.

"I have placed all the patients in centralized isolation to limit the spread of the plague."

Tent after tent was set up, surrounded by simple fences and linen. There were several large pots outside the camp, but what was cooked in them was neither herbs nor food, but some clothing and tools. .

There are also pots filled with water, and some people are busy lighting fires in them.

"This is disinfection. Everything that has come into contact with the patient is steamed to remove germ residues and prevent bacterial infection."

Lance explained, but most of these unique terms were not understood by Greendale, but their arrival attracted the attention of those staying outside the camp.

"grown ups!"

"Sir, what happened to my child?"

"Sir, please let me go in and see him for the last time..."

"..."

The continuous calls 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 during the lunch break. You can see that they have worried expressions and sad faces. Some of them are even choked up without words, and their faces are stained with tears that have not yet dried.

They all knew what it meant to be infected with the plague in this era. They seemed to already know that their children would surely die. They didn't even dare to ask the lord for anything. All they wanted was to see him one last time.

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

"Don't worry, I promise you here that I will do my best to treat them, including all subsequent recuperation costs. They are heroes! I will not give up on any soldier who protects Hamlet."

Empty words could not give them hope. Lance directly raised his hand and motioned to Greendale beside him and introduced: "This is the doctor I invited here. She has in-depth research in this field and will definitely be able to treat the patient as soon as possible. "

"Doctor, please save my baby."

"doctor!"

"..."

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

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

Lance didn't do much when he saw the situation. He just wanted to use these patients' families to increase her strength and directly kidnap her morally. In a certain situation, it was also a kind of stress test.

Being a witch is a very dangerous identity, let alone a barbarian witch. According to the definition of ordinary people, she is definitely evil. If she is found in an ordinary town, she must be reported to the church.

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

At the same time, Lance still needs to figure out her character in this situation. If he really doesn't feel anything about this scene or even feels disgusted or bored, then he has to consider whether this kind of person is suitable to stay.

Of course, you can't put too much pressure on him, otherwise it will be counterproductive. When it's about time, he just pretends to be in front.

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

Greendale, who had escaped, breathed a sigh of relief. This tragic scene of begging reminded her of some bad things...

"Please, take a look at the patient's condition." Lance was about to take people into the camp, but he didn't expect to turn around and see Paracelsus standing at the door.

The commotion outside the camp caught Paracelsus' attention, but when she walked out, she saw Lance standing in front of the weird man and driving away the patient's family members.

"This is Paracelsus, and this is Grendel, the pharmacist I just invited back to deal with the plague." Lance briefly introduced the two to each other, but it was difficult to describe the witch's words. Identity can only be changed.

"This is a ward, not a place for you to play." Paracelsus said coldly, focusing on Greendale.

These days, she has been taking care of so many patients by herself, and she also has to record and research. A lot of things have made her irritated before, but now they are directly released.

Did she hear it just now? What does it mean to invite a doctor back? Just her?

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

She thought of those patients who didn't go to a doctor when they got sick, but instead went to those wizards who performed magic tricks. In the end, the money was gone and the people were gone.

She had seen many similar situations in medical school, but she didn't expect that Lance would do this. This was because she didn't trust her ability!

Even through the bird's beak mask, Lance could still feel Paracelsus' inexplicable resentment. If Lance knew what she was thinking, he would probably have to complain.

Uh... is it possible that your outfit is also strange to ordinary people?

But it's easy to understand. She who advocates [Science] naturally looks down on these guys who use herbal medicine and weird witchcraft at this time.

If it were an ordinary world, Lance would agree with her idea, but unfortunately, this is a world with extraordinary powers, and even the plague viruses themselves are the creation of witchcraft.

"Materialist science, let's let the facts speak for themselves." Lance smiled and said a word to calm her down, and then raised his hand to signal Greendale to come in.

Greendale didn't know why this person was so hostile to her, but it had nothing to do with her. She only needed to save those patients and she would leave after getting what she wanted.

Paracelsus hesitated for a moment, but still followed in. She wanted to see what this guy was capable of.

You can hear the coughing of the soldiers before entering, and you can feel the true power of the plague when you enter. The soldiers are lying on the hospital bed groaning in pain, but there are no abscesses on their bodies.

However, the exposed skin became withered and yellow, the muscles atrophied, and breathing became difficult. It seemed that every time he inhaled a knife instead of air, he could not eat in his mouth, and he coughed up bloody sputum from time to time.

In just two days, the plague had tortured them like zombies, and Lance couldn't help but frown when he saw this.

"Most of the patients were infected through respiratory infections, and they began to show the same symptoms as the previous experimental subjects. The entire respiratory system began to show fibrosis and breathing difficulties..."

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

Lance felt even more uncomfortable when he heard these words. The physical pain could be recovered, but what about the severe trauma to the soul?

Even if this place is cured, how many people will be able to take up arms and fight for him again?

"It's blight."

Greendale's voice drew Lance's attention back. While the two were talking, everyone had already started working.

She quickly identified the specific disease after observing the patient.

"Is there any hope? How should I treat it?"

"If it was just the beginning, I could complete the treatment quickly, but they have been too long, and the body has already suffered irreversible damage..." Greendale paused for a moment, "It is not difficult to eliminate the disease, but it is not difficult to completely cure it. If it’s good, it will require more resources, more time, and your ability.”

Lance almost tensed up when he heard her pause, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she finished speaking.

"Treat! Just tell me if you need anything." Lance waved his hand, it's money, he has plenty of it.

Originally, according to his plan, the townspeople would gradually stabilize, and as time went by, they would complete the integration and become a member of Hamlet.

However, the sneak attack by the witch and the plague made people panic. Although he couldn't see it on the surface, he could feel the people's fear.

He must prove to them at all costs that Hamlet is a good place, worthy of their stay and dedication.

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

"How do you want to cure it?" Paracelsus stood up and questioned. Some things cannot be solved with empty words, otherwise she would not be stumped by this weird disease.

"Stabilize the condition, remove the blight, and awaken the exhausted organs." Greendale spoke calmly, without any unnecessary emotions due to others' doubts.

She paused just now because she was hesitating that if she wanted to be cured, she would have to stay for a while. Her understanding of this land made her very uneasy.

This was said lightly, but it aroused even stronger doubts from Paracelsus.

Let's not talk about the first two steps. There has never been any precedent for resuscitating diseased organs. If it were as simple as she said, then her teacher, as a medical school professor, would not have died of illness on the podium.

"No, I am only responsible for eliminating diseases." Greendale has her own pride, and she does not bother to explain too much.

Lance understood. She could cure the blight, but the body that had been eroded by the virus could not do anything. However, she had experienced and seen the power of [flesh and blood reconstruction], so she proposed this treatment plan.

"No problem, you just need to cure the blight, and I will be responsible for the sequelae."

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

After discussing and determining the treatment plan, Lance released his voice and announced to the patients.

"We have found a way to treat you. I will do my best to treat you."

Lance's words and gestures greatly inspired the patients on the hospital bed. The pain may take away their lives, but it cannot take away their loyalty to the lord!

Thanks to [turn on the light and read a book] for the 100 reward.