Chapter 695: The Great Elder of the Natural God Sect Arrives
Take it away immediately?
Grete was stunned for a moment.
It’s not that he wants to resist the official approach or anything. Theoretically, if you are illegally crossing the border, you will be arrested immediately. If you are suspected of having an infectious disease, you will be quarantined immediately.
These are all reasonable and legal decisions. In his position and in his own affairs, Gretel has no place to comment.
The problem is, seeing the large group of refugees in front of him, Gretel felt somewhat sympathetic. As the old saying goes, you can't bear to see people die when you see them alive.
In this society with low social productivity, if a refugee is arrested, will he be thrown directly into prison? Will he be given food if he is thrown into prison? Will he receive treatment?
"Why!"
Seeing the Baroness drop these two sentences and leave in a hurry, he quickly shouted to stop, lowered his voice, and quickly stated his worries:
"...Can you please ask a priest of the God of Nature to take a look at them first? After all, the servants of the God of Nature will have more experience in knowing what diseases the poor may have..."
The Baroness stared at him again and again, her eyes changing continuously, and finally she sighed and nodded. She flew onto the horse, and Gretel heard the horse's hooves flying away like rain, mixed with a series of instructions from the Baroness:
"You! Send a team of people to surround the open space on the back wall!"
"They are only allowed to move around in that open space, and they are not allowed to wander around! Before the person who takes over comes, let one of them escape, and you can lock one in to pay for it!"
The sound became smaller and smaller, and the sound of the horse's hooves became further and further away. Suddenly there was a long neigh, and the horse came back from far away and came closer. The Baroness bent slightly on the horse and stared at Gretel uneasily:
"Master Nordmark, you must not treat them before I come back!"
Gretel: "..."
I have to turn over my shift today!
We still need to check the ward!
After the ward rounds, there are still three elective surgeries, three teaching surgeries, and I don’t know how many emergency surgeries!
If I don't deal with all this, how will I have time to see these refugees?
He made a few promises with a wry smile, and the Baroness immediately turned her horse's head and galloped away. I don't know what resources she mobilized, but in less than an hour, relevant people came one after another:
In the first hour, a group of city guards quickly arrived to replace the blood bank guards and set up a cordon around the back wall of the hospital;
In the second hour, a group of men in black arrived. They were divided into two groups. One group held their noses as they entered the cordon and began to register the relevant information of the refugees. The other group looked fierce and started knocking on doors from the opposite side of the hospital in the direction of the refugees.
Door:
"Come out! Come out! Do you live here?"
"How many people are in your family?"
"Did you hear anything last night? Nothing? Are you a pig?!"
Ping ping ping, ping -pong, ping -pong. Among them, some smashed wooden doors, kicking crushed altar cans and the like. The residents of slums only dare to be angry and dare not speak.
"Damn it! Did you move so fast?"
In a broken house, two men who had been lying in wait for a long time and a night cursed, lifted up the floor, and walked down quickly. The floor cover was closed, and the man behind him pinched the badge in his collar in the darkness:
"It's nothing like what that little mage would do! If we had retreated a little slower, we could have been trapped here!"
"Forget it, forget it, no matter what, we have already seen those people being taken to the hospital." The man in front held his nose and walked into the sewer, making a loud sound to persuade him:
"When you hand over this information later, how you want to incite it is up to you."
"...I don't know if I can publish it. Some time ago, all the tabloids in the royal capital were scanned, and the bards in the tavern were also beaten...The big newspapers were again..."
The sound gradually faded away in the sewer. Grete's timely report brought an unexpected benefit: more dangers hidden in the darkness were driven away in advance, silently.
Four hours later, Baroness Vitegg hurried to the hospital in a carriage carrying three priests from the Order of the God of Nature.
The Baroness knew that if she took the refugees away without saying a word, or just found a healer to deal with the situation, Gretel, who sympathized with the poor and could perform surgeries for poor peasant women, might not be willing to let them go.
Even if you let him go, the relationship will be very tense. However, if you have a tense relationship with a genius healer and a magician with a bright future, there will be no benefit at all.
Therefore, the Baroness did not stop and invited the leader of the God of Nature Order in the royal capital, Elder Knox, a 16th-level priest. After hearing the general situation described by the Baroness, the Elder was very interested and brought two of his own
A disciple came in a hurry.
After Gretel completed three elective operations and one teaching surgery, he received the report and hurried out the door. Elder Knox looked at Elder Erwin, who was younger than Gretel's teacher, tall and with a ruddy face. He saw
He rushed over to salute and immediately raised his hand to stop:
"Don't bother saying polite words. First, take us to see how the patient is doing."
Gretel immediately took them over. After passing the guards and passing through the cordon, two or three small tents had been set up in the area behind the hospital wall. The weak patients and children huddled inside. Gretel put the spare camping tent
Take it out.
The rest of the refugees were squatting on the ground with bare hands. Each of them had a clay bowl in his hand, and the bottom of the bowl was licked clean. There was a faint aroma of oatmeal porridge floating in the empty bucket next to the camp.
"You're fine." Elder Knox gave Gretel a deep look and walked quickly.
Among the two disciples he led, the older one was holding an oak staff as high as his eyebrows, with four pairs of green leaves spread out symmetrically. He nodded kindly to Gretel and followed the teacher. The younger disciple's oak staff only had one leaf on it.
Green Leaf, left behind, looked at Gretel curiously:
"Hey, what do you think their disease is?"
"I haven't had time to see..." Grete replied in a low voice. As he spoke, he took out a mask, a plastic visor, and rubber gloves, handed one to the other person, and put it on himself. The little disciple followed suit and whispered
ask:
"What is this for?"
"Prevent infection... I am not saying that they are infectious diseases, but if they are infected, this can always block it..."
Before he finished speaking, an exclamation came from the front:
"Teacher, isn't this leprosy?"
"Where's the leprosy?" There was a bang, like the sound of a blunt object being hit on the head. Beside Gretel, the young priest shrank his head and whispered:
"Teacher beats senior brother again..."
Gretel hissed and took a breath of cold air, quietly activated the various shields on his body, and moved forward quickly.
In the center of the camp, Elder Knox put his oak staff on the ground and created a vine hut that served as a consulting room. At this moment, two refugees had been brought in. The elder lit up the light spell and was leaning over to observe.
One of the:
"Little Grete, Elder Wood wrote to me, saying that you are an excellent healer. Come and see what kind of disease this is and is it contagious?"
Grete looked over at his light source. Under the soft, warm yellow light, the refugee who was called into the consulting room had taken off his coat, revealing his lean upper body. The skin lesions on his neck were piled up, and it looked like
, no different from being bitten by an animal.
Dark, hyperkeratotic skin and black scales spread along the sides of the neck to the chest, forming a necklace shape.
"...Isn't this really bitten by a vampire?"
Next to Grete, the young priest asked quietly. Elder Knox didn't even look back, pointed with his backhand, and the oak staff hit him on the head with a "bang".
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