It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 253: Use lemon juice to get rewards? How can it be that easy? (Update 5 of 10,000 rewards)
Chapter 253: Use lemon juice to get rewards? How can it be that easy? (Update 5 of 10,000 rewards)
"Rat-catching!"
"Kill cockroaches, fleas, bedbugs, mosquitoes and flies!"
“Food preservation!”
“Toilet clean!”
Gretel gritted his teeth while writing and read, one stroke after another, reading through the back of the paper. It was so annoying, so annoying. Thinking of the scene on the boat just now, he felt dizzy, nauseous, and wanted to vomit...
Fortunately, he used the [Endless Ink Pen], which was reinforced by magic, so it was not broken on the spot. Fortunately, he used ordinary white paper, not parchment. If it poked through, it could be blamed on the poor quality of the paper.
It's because he used too much force.
Knight Dedlock looked at him with some amusement. As the commander of the squadron, spellcasters take the Pelican to and from the New World every year, and there is even a level 5 magician permanently stationed on the flagship. When many spellcasters first boarded the ship,
They all had expressions of hopelessness on their faces. After being tossed about in the wind and waves for months, they vomited until they couldn't get out of bed. They held their noses and got into the bottom of the cabin, and hung them in the toilet on the bow. After all the troubles, they finally broke.
.
However, it is rare to see people like Grete who work without hesitation and who are so disgusted with the work after finishing it. Moreover, after looking at the cabin and before visiting the crew, he must run home to change clothes and take a shower.
…
"Boss! I'm done!"
The barbarian ran in shakingly, holding a large porcelain bottle. There was a lot of orange stuff on his sleeves, clothes, and the corners of his mouth. Knight Drock's nose twitched and he smelled a sour smell.
"Bernard...you will become a minion tomorrow." Grete stopped writing and said funny. Hey! When it comes to artificial juice extraction, even without a juicer, Bernard is still the same.
De is more reliable!
The strong man squeezed it hard! When he squeezed it, lemon juice or orange juice would pop out!
Of course, if you eat a few things secretly, that is just personal labor expenses, not even normal losses.
Without waiting for Bernard to protest, Gretel stood up with a smile, left his seat, and rolled up the manuscript:
"Then let's set off. Commander, is it convenient for you?"
"Let's go!"
They went straight to the military camp. After the fleet returned, most of the officers and sailors had already gone out to enjoy their holidays. Only a few of them were far away from home, had no money in their pockets, or the soldiers who had recovered from injuries and illnesses were still lying in the military camp.
A short sound and endless moaning.
Knight Drok took Gretel straight to the wounded barracks. As soon as he entered the camp gate, Gretel frowned:
Sewage flows across the river and flies fly around. The sanitary conditions in this barracks are not much better than those on the second deck of the flagship I just saw!
Gretel silently opened the door and walked in.
As soon as the door opened, a sour smell rushed in. The smell of sweat, feet, bad breath, suppurating and inflamed wounds, and the smell of blood that dried and then deteriorated, all mixed together to form an almost substantial odor attack.
.Gretel almost took a step back:
!!!
Ten or eight diabetic foot patients gather together to wait for dressing changes, and that's about it!
He calmed down and walked slowly indoors. The layout of the wounded barracks was no different from the city guard in Gretel's impression. It was a large room with an aisle in the middle and two large pavilions on the left and right. Gretel again.
A frown:
How can wounded soldiers be placed in this way? We don’t know what condition they are in. If there is some typhoid fever, dysentery, typhus, etc., wouldn’t it be necessary to spread it to a large area?
He took a step inside. The hem of his coat was immediately grabbed. Gretel lowered his head and saw a young soldier of fifteen or sixteen years old, his face flushed and he groaned in a daze:
"Water...give me water..."
"This one is also infected with the 'Sea Plague'." Knight Drok sighed. Gretel leaned down and immediately smelled a bad breath, which was very clear in the stench of the room. He calmed down and took out a
A cotton swab was gently placed in the young soldier's nostril:
Sure enough, the cotton swab was full of blood.
Grete sighed. He put on his gloves and opened the young soldier's lips. He saw that the gums had begun to recede and the roots of the teeth were full of blood. He had bad breath, receded gums and bleeding, and nasal bleeding. There is no need to continue checking. These symptoms are already very serious.
Obvious signs of scurvy.
Gretel straightened up and took off his gloves. He called out to the barbarian:
"Bernard, give him a drink."
"Okay!" The barbarian came over quickly, poured a small cup from the porcelain bottle, and put it to the young soldier's mouth. The young soldier took a sip in a daze, his whole face wrinkled up, and he spat out after opening his mouth.
He was already prepared and ordered:
"Drink it!"
"This is?"
Knight Drok asked in confusion. Gretel immediately explained: "There is a medicine that may be effective against the sea plague. I will bring it here for them to try."
Such a coincidence?
Yesterday, the demand was told to the council, and today he said that there is a medicine that can cure it? Your Excellency, the commander, was doubtful. Grete did not explain carefully, and asked Bernard to distribute fruit juice, and he walked along the pavement and looked at them one by one.
The second wounded soldier, a man in his 20s, had a broken arm. The fractured area was obviously poorly healed. He was lying on the bunk, drowsy and moaning.
The third wounded soldier had gray hair and no obvious trauma. Gretel briefly checked and found that he had no fever or diarrhea. Apart from scurvy, no other symptoms could be found for the time being.
The fourth wounded soldier had extensive dermatitis.
The fifth one is diarrhea.
The sixth patient had fever, chills, fleas infested on his body, and a physical examination showed rash and enlarged lymph nodes. Typhus was highly suspected.
the seventh……
The more Gretel checked, the more headache he got. After checking again, he finally couldn't help but pull Knight Drok outside and asked in a low voice:
"Where's the priest?"
"The priest is also on vacation..." The commander smiled awkwardly: "Besides, this year's treatment quota is already full..."
Gretel was silent.
The relationship between the Magic Council and several temples is a cooperative relationship and an employment relationship, rather than a superior-subordinate relationship. The Council hires some priests from the temples, and the priests package treatments within a certain amount of magic, which is mutually beneficial.
If the quota is exceeded and the pastor doesn't want to treat the patient or goes on vacation, no one can do anything about it.
"But no matter what, these injuries cannot be left like this." Grete pointed to the military camp:
"They should be bathed, changed into clean clothes and bedding, and lice and fleas should be killed. Those with several infectious diseases should live alone to avoid infecting others. The injured should be properly cared for and fed well to help heal the wounds.
recover."
"But where are the manpower?"
The commander asked back. Gretel was stunned for a moment:
"What?"
"There are all wounded soldiers here. Those who are not injured are all on leave. The soldiers on duty have their own affairs and have no time to take care of them." The commander replied in one breath:
"There are clean military uniforms and bedding in the warehouse, but they cannot be changed every day. As for living separately, now everyone lives together, and the lightly wounded will take care of the seriously wounded, at least filling them with a bowl of water and feeding them a mouthful of food.
If they are separated, if others know that those people can infect them with diseases, who will take care of them?"
Grete was silent for a moment.
Maybe, this is the meaning of a hospital? Even an experienced nurse knows how to take care of the wounded...
"You arrange the room. I'll take care of them." He lowered his eyes and whispered. Knight Drok was stunned: "What?"
"I'm a healer. Now that I've seen it, I can't ignore it."
Grete's voice was extremely low, but he was firm and calm, without hesitation at all. After saying this, he passed by Knight Drok and walked into the room. He bent down and supported a wounded soldier with multiple suppurations on his body:
"Come out with me, your injury needs to be cleaned. -Bernard! Are you okay? Come and help when you are!"
"Mr. Nordmark! - Mr. Nordmark!" the commander quickly reached out to stop him. "You don't need to do these menial tasks! I'll call the soldiers! Those boys should not be lazy when they take care of their companions!"
Grete finally finished the work with them. Bernard carried the bucket, poured water, and helped the soldiers. Grete was in a nearby room, debriding the wounded soldiers, cutting off the carrion, washing the wounds, and throwing in therapeutic microorganisms.
He treated minor injuries. Occasionally he raised his head and yelled:
"All clothes must be washed! Dirty clothes make it difficult for people to get well!"
"Take a bath! Everyone must wash! All bedding must be taken out and washed! All fleas and lice must be removed, otherwise you will get sick!"
"The whole house has to be cleaned! No trash at all!"
"Send the yellow-haired one next door and arrange for someone to take care of him alone! No one else is allowed in! The person taking care of him should wear leather clothes and leather trousers to prevent fleas from crawling on him!"
"The bowls and chopsticks used by the person with diarrhea must be washed separately and boiled in boiling water!"
"Everyone should wash their hands before eating..."
Gretel was very busy. Seeing him like this, Knight Drock and his logistics chief looked at each other, and rolled up their sleeves to join the people working. From morning to evening, all the wounded soldiers finally settled down, and Gretel wiped his head.
Take the sweat off your forehead:
"I'll come back to see you tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work!"
The next day, the third day, and the fourth day. Under Gretel's juice, the soldiers suffering from sepsis gradually began to improve. And Gretel's report was also placed in front of Carlisle's army.
"Keep it clean? Kill rats and pests? Keep food and fresh water properly?" Chief Carlisle glanced over: "Well, these are fleet management issues, we will discuss them with the fleet. Then there is the 'plague at sea'
'——Store fresh fruit on the ship? Provide an orange every day, or drink a glass of lemon juice? Is that so..."
General Carlisle read the report carefully. Grete attached a thick stack of medical records to the report, specifically pointing out that the soldiers who had no other symptoms except the 'Sea Plague' did not receive magical or other medical treatment.
At the same time, we compared the conditions of other sailors - mainly merchant sailors who had just returned. Names, ages, symptoms, treatment plans, and daily conditions were all documented.
The answer is obvious. A glass of lemon juice or orange juice every day is the cure for the 'sea plague'.
"Grete, your solution is very good. But - it doesn't work."
"What?" Gretel asked in a voiceless voice. Master Carlisle replied slowly:
"The purpose of letting you take on this mission is not only to treat the sailors, but more importantly, to narrow the gap between the Parliamentary Fleet and the Church of Radiance. One cup of juice a day is a good plan, but it is too simple and too easy to be cracked. If we tell
All sailors and merchant ship owners, the Church of Radiance will soon master this method. With their strength, the gap between the Council and them will widen a lot.
Keep working hard! Make a potion that can cure the 'Sea Plague', a potion that only the Magic Council can master! Gain enough advantages for the Council and buy enough time!"
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