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"You don't look too happy...it's not healthy to drink so much in the morning."

Ella pressed the bottle in Melanie's right hand.The latter seemed to give up after earning twice, lying on the wooden table, his eyes slightly squinted and muttering.

"It's just a little reconciled... I originally thought that we could solve the problem, and then I would be transferred to the interior. Now there are almost no people like us."

Ella's tone suddenly became serious, and she said seriously:

"Your thinking is fundamentally wrong. As an executor, the priority should be to resolve the incident rather than assign credit. This time you are facing two hunters, and even the internal executor will be killed. You Do you think you can deal with such an enemy?"

Melanie didn't seem to expect the pharmacist who had always been mild-toned to say this, and stammered a little:

"But...but you are protecting me."

Ella sat up straight.

"I can just use the 'door' to take you away in an extremely dangerous situation, but that doesn't mean it's absolutely safe."

"There are as many spells that can interfere with teleportation. In the worst case, you may be killed by a surprise attack before I complete the door. You don't think I can defeat the two hunters, do you?"

Having said that, her attitude softened a little.

"When you become an official executor, there will always be times when you perform tasks alone, and I can't always be your bodyguard. This kind of thinking will harm you."

"You have done a lot, and you will probably be promoted after this incident is over."

Melanie then sat up from the table again.

"I lost my composure, Miss Farmine...Speaking of it, you make me feel like a senior executive of the contact point."

Ella smiled awkwardly, and could only throw all of this on Dmitry.

"How is it possible, it's just that the old man used to nagging me about this."

Ella shifted the topic to the other side unnaturally.

"I'm going to see Dr. Martin's office before I go to Belleville. How about you?"

Melanie didn't notice anything unusual, she just nodded.

The location of Martin's private clinic is really far away. Even though I have been there once, Ira almost got the wrong direction several times. It took me a lot of effort to find this place without a signboard.

Martin, who welcomed the two men, looked sluggish, with an undisguised exhaustion on his face.

"My judgment was correct. It was indeed cholera... There have been many more patients in the past two days. Miss, the medicine you gave me that day worked well, but it is obviously not something that the poor can afford. It is impossible. saved everyone."

"Luckily I've been able to get some cheap leeches recently, and with them I think I'll be able to last at least a little longer."

Martin pointed to the clay pots on the ground, where the sound of thick water could be heard from time to time.

Ella's eyelids twitched unnaturally. She really didn't like this kind of thing, not to mention she had always doubted the efficacy of this kind of therapy.

Martin also noticed this, he shook his head and said:

"Although it does look disgusting, they are better than knives. Be aware that some frail patients may not be able to withstand a scalpel."

After saying goodbye to Martin, Melanie couldn't help asking,

"I don't know much about potions and common people's medicine, but does bloodletting really cure disease?"

Melanie's father is a wizard and has been exposed to the mysterious world at a very young age. Moreover, Dmitry Dalton has been active in unofficial wizard gatherings and his potions can solve most diseases.

Ella thought about it, she had also been exposed to some outside knowledge in Kraft's library.Earlier, when she was sick, Uncle Henry would not be stingy in this regard.In my impression, in addition to using some unknown herbs and mixed gas, those doctors seem to have precedents of bleeding other people.

"In fact, earlier, ordinary people's medical skills were also related to mysticism... You should have heard of Hippocrates in ancient Greece."

"I remember, he seems to be a master alchemist too?"

Melanie replied without thinking too much, indeed, this is already considered common sense in basic mysticism.

"Yes, the theory of body fluids he proposed has been regarded as an iron law by doctors in the ordinary world for a long time. Bloodletting therapy is based on this principle."

Having said that, Ella frowned.

"But it is worth mentioning that even in the ordinary world, more and more people have questioned this therapy in recent years. At least I think its efficacy is very poor."

He recalled something mentioned by Professor Benson of the History of Magic. He said that "an unknown master of alchemy" once designed an experiment.

At that time, the old professor rarely praised the other party's idea.

When Dmitry was young, he also questioned bloodletting. He even planned to imprison two batches of yellow fever prisoners.

Because this was an extremely inhumane act, the experiment ended up going nowhere, which was one of the reasons that directly led to Dmitry Dalton's departure from Kraft.

Thinking of this, Ella used his name again.

"The old man is not very optimistic about this treatment, but since regular public hospitals also use it, it may indeed have a certain effect..."

Ella added in her mind,

"hope so."

Chapter 69 Communion

It's a busy scene inside St. Louis Public Hospital.

Rogge wiped the sweat from his forehead. Even he didn't expect that all the leeches worth hundreds of thousands would be purchased within half a day.This money, which was too easy to earn, made him feel a little uneasy,

But Rogge thought about it, this is almost the goods that have been stamped by official channels, and on the other hand, such a huge benefit is enough for him to put those insignificant risks behind him.

In just one or two days, the number of cholera patients in Paris increased at an incomprehensible rate.Vomit and rice-swill-like excrement stagnates in the gutters on both sides of the street, brewing an unbearable stench.

In this case, St. Louis Hospital, which had a large stockpile of leeches in advance, received the largest number of patients.

Police officer Rogge originally thought that leeches worth 40 francs would be enough, but in fact, the stock of St. Louis Public Hospital was shrinking rapidly.Even if these things can be reused, it will not stop this trend at all

The price of leeches was skyrocketed overnight, from a few sous to one or five francs, changing almost every moment.

Many people seem to have seen business opportunities in it. People busy catching leeches can be seen everywhere on the lakes around Paris and even on the banks of the Seine River across the city.

They catch them in various ways. Some poor children use their bodies to attract them. They hold up their trousers and stand barefoot in waters that are not too deep, and put the leeches stung on their legs into fishing baskets.

Some people also drive sick cows or other livestock into the water, bleed them with a knife to attract these bloodthirsty black worms, and then sell them together with the flesh of these animals.

As long as you spend a little of your own or someone else's blood, you can get enough rations to survive for a month, or prepare some treatment tools in advance for the outbreak of infectious diseases. Many people are willing to do this.

Batch after batch of patients and their family members squeezed their heads and wanted to get into the hospital. In this chaos, order and the dignity that patients should have disappeared.

The authorities call on citizens not to go out at will, and to pay attention to the cleanliness of food and water sources, but this kind of decency only belongs to some people, and it can only belong to some people.

Baron Ottoman also had to temporarily delay part of the reconstruction project, and began to deploy manpower to prevent possible changes.

Rogge himself did not come here for personal purposes. He was temporarily transferred from the Batignolles area as he was about to be promoted, and was jointly responsible for the order and safety of the St. Louis Public Hospital with another veteran inspector.As long as there are no major disturbances during the period, his promotion this time is a sure thing.

Resisting the urge to vomit, he planned to go to the yard behind the hospital to get a few breaths of fresh air.

Fifteen minutes ago, Rogge had glimpsed the scene on a temporary bed through the glass window.

During this quarter of an hour, he saw the tightly wrapped doctor clean up the internal organs of the patient who had been opened, and died.A leech tied with a small end was put into the opponent's body. In addition, there were several black slug-like things wriggling around the patient's unnaturally swollen neck.

In terms of bloodletting, the pain they bring is indeed much less than that of a lancet. Just put some salt water on the heads of these little things, and they will loosen their mouths immediately.

But even so, the disc-shaped wounds were densely packed together, which still made Rogge feel a little scalp numb.He was going to try to contact those two friends in the special department, maybe he could get some special medicine to prevent cholera from there, at least he didn't want to stuff a few leeches down his throat.

At this time, more people wanted to squeeze into the gate of the hospital, and the subordinates there were obviously having a hard time coping.

Roger cursed secretly, picked up a strong copper-clad hickory civilized stick, and beat the person in the front.

"Back, back!"

"Go to another hospital, you scum. If you keep crowding me, I'll shoot you!"

-

Derek the Hunter knocked on the door of the basement, and Nils had locked himself here for a while, just like those old things sleeping in coffins in Enoch.

The only exception was last night when he dragged back from nowhere a comatose young woman.Their blood was not so tense that they needed to go hunting. Niels didn't know what he was doing outside, and a large number of executors gathered on this street overnight.

Derek knocked patiently again.

"Come in."

In the dark basement, Nils was sitting on the high-backed wooden chair, and lying on the floor on the other side was the woman who didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

Derek wanted to ignore him subconsciously at first, but the smell of blood in the air made him feel a little familiar.

"This girl...is also a dirty blood?"

Niels smiled silently.

"Nils, I think you need to give me an explanation. There are more and more executors gathered in this city, and the purpose of our actions should be to avoid confrontation with them."

The platinum-blonde long-haired young man didn't lift his head, his attention seemed to be not in this room at all, but drifted to a more distant place, which made Derek's anger hard to contain.

"Nils!"

"Whatever you want to do with that sister who abandoned you like a puppy, that has nothing to do with me! But you are spreading cholera and 'seeds' in this city, which will start a full-blown war between the Executors and us , I thought you would always be loyal to the queen, but this is definitely not the result she wants to see!"

"Those have nothing to do with us."

Niels said suddenly.

"What did you say?!"

Niels smiled and stared into the other's eyes with a strange look.

"I never planned to leave this city alive. What will happen to Foul Blood and Enoch in the future? It doesn't matter whether they are destroyed or returned."

"you--"

Derekwan didn't expect Niels to say such a thing, and what's more, the moment he met his gaze, he knew that that guy was serious.

To some extent, this can already be said to be a desecration of faith and a betrayal of the entire race.He subconsciously wanted to change his posture, and Derek didn't think Niels would let him live to bring this news back to Enoch.

But at this moment, a cold and hard feeling had already encircled his neck, and it tightened back suddenly!

The dying woman on the ground appeared behind him at some point, and tightly locked his neck with iron chains and shackles!