Chapter 269 Are you sure you want to debate the origin of the plague with me?
Gretel and the Necromancer looked at each other and each looked away. The military-like speaker from the Emergency Management Department had already reached the stage of expressing determination and confidence:
"...As Master Nordmark said, the plague he encountered in Heartland City last year, if my colleagues were here, we would have been able to kill it at the source and not let it spread to the whole city."
He was full of confidence and his tone was sonorous and forceful. Gretel quickly glanced at the auditorium and saw that the face of the healer from the Spring Water Temple was darkened and the corners of his mouth were twitching. It was obvious that he had known the inside story of the plague. Gretel couldn't help but smile.
Speak up:
Will you definitely kill it? You won’t let it go. What should you do? Do you want to enter the temple’s dark cell?
In his wild thoughts, the other party's speech had come to an end. The speaker made a fist with his right hand, knocked on his chest, and spoke in a high-pitched voice:
"Our department believes that as long as we strengthen patrols and strengthen vigilance, we will be able to prevent the outbreak of the plague. Please rest assured!"
Amid the waves of applause, Gretel lowered his head deeply and raised the corners of his mouth in laughter.
Grete really couldn't help but want to laugh.
This game was so easy, it was like giving away points. In other words, the opponent took the initiative to enter a field he was familiar with, and then let him use his rich experience to defeat...
How can you still stick to your original point of view? Ah, after I read so many death records and named so many infectious diseases, how can you still stick to your original point of view and not quickly change your attack method?
It wasn't until the clerk signaled him to stand up and answer that Gretel barely suppressed his smile and stood up with a straight face. After greeting all parties as usual, he cleared his throat and fired directly at the opposite side:
"First of all, I would like to thank my colleagues in the Emergency Management Department for their hard work and contributions to urban safety for decades. Secondly, I would like to ask a question——
Do you think that the source of the plague is only the destruction by evil god believers and enemy spies?"
"this--"
The other person instinctively wanted to answer and opened his mouth, but his voice was stuck in his throat. Gretel picked up the manuscript paper from the previous lecture, line by line, and read it aloud again:
“In 1163, 37 people died from chickenpox, 278 people died from smallpox, and 129 people died from dysentery.
In 1165, a cholera outbreak occurred, killing 15,237 people.
In 1166, 57 people died from dysentery and 218 people died from scarlet fever.
The number of deaths is too small and the epidemic is too sporadic. I haven't read it out yet - if the source of the plague is only destruction by foreign enemies, do you want to say that the Emergency Management Department has missed so many enemy attacks in the past 20 years?"
On the rostrum, Old Sam sneered and burst into laughter.
The soldier from the Emergency Management Department almost glared at the rostrum with his chin, but he turned back. The people sitting there were all great magicians, the people in the Magic Council who have the power to make administrative decisions——
The legendary mages don't care about anything, and the magicians above level 15 are also busy attacking the legends. The last person to be kicked out to take charge of daily affairs is the rotating committee member of the review committee. Offend them? In the city of mages, do you still want to hang out!
He had no choice but to point his finger at Gretel. He raised his head, stood up straight, and said angrily amidst the gentle laughter around him:
"Mr. Nordmark, we are not talking about ordinary diseases, but plagues! Of course, the city's existing treatment power is enough to treat ordinary diseases. Only plagues can cause large numbers of deaths!
Our Emergency Management Department can contain the source of the plague as long as we prevent all enemies from destroying us!"
Gretel sighed softly. Sir, it’s not that I want to disgrace you, but you said that preventing spies can prevent the plague. For a doctor, this is really unbearable——
"So, what is the plague?"
The black-robed mage on the podium perked up. In the auditorium, several healers from different churches sat upright at the same time. Grete turned out of his seat without looking at them and walked to the whiteboard:
"Smallpox is a plague? Cholera is a plague? Dysentery is a plague? Black Death is a plague? - So, what is the plague itself? Is it a miasma, a poison, a curse from the devil, a punishment from the gods?"
When he said something, some people responded, some nodded, some shook their heads, some agreed, and some tried to refute. Gretel turned a blind eye to them all, and just raised his chin to Aurora at the table and pointed at the documents on the table:
"From ancient times to the present, various diseases have been called plagues. They all have a common characteristic: rapid contagion, and many patients with similar symptoms appear in a short period of time, far exceeding the local treatment capacity. Once the disease is spread,
Ten, spread from ten to hundreds, causing a lot of pain and death. So I think they should be given a more precise definition:
infectious disease.
As for the origin of this infectious disease, I have already explained it in the two papers I submitted in February, "On the Isolation and Treatment of Large-Scale Outbreaks of Dysentery" and "Records of Observing Shigella Shigella with a Homemade Microscope."
Aurora raised the two papers in response, waved her hand, and continued working.
"In short, according to my observations and research, dysentery, cholera, tuberculosis, and many other infectious diseases are all caused by some extremely subtle things.
This kind of existence - I call it 'bacteria' - exists widely in nature, and only in special circumstances will it cause disease. They will multiply in the patient's body, and then be excreted, and then infect other healthy individuals.
This process has been described in two of my papers.
Bacteria are very, very small and can only be seen with a special microscope. Sir, if you want to use the same method to deal with the enemy, waving your sword to keep them out, you can't do it..."
He looked calm and was talking eloquently. Across the table, the speaker from the Emergency Management Department had a dull look on his face. His face and eyes looked like he had picked up a pen in a high-level mathematics class and was unable to follow the lecture.
A scumbag. If he had a word bubble on his head, it would definitely read:
"Who am I? Where am I? What is that guy talking about?"
"These things you said...must have evidence! Yes, evidence!"
He finally struggled to say something. Gretel got what he wanted, raised his hand, and waved towards the discussion table:
"Auro, paper."
In front of the long table, Aurora Wharton didn't even raise her head, her hands flashed with fluorescent lights, and she was busy acting as a human copy machine...
Hearing Gretel's words, Aurora raised her arms and flew over to a paper. The student in the emergency management department was confused, lowered his head, opened the cover, stared at the inner pages, and couldn't turn a page in a long time.
Grete glanced at it from a distance and almost laughed out loud:
Dude, you took it down!
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