"..."

Cheng Shen stood still and looked at her, but did not answer her words, "You smell like a cat sniffing grass, and the stain on your fingers is the juice residue of the charming flower, but with your status, you should not be exposed to these herbs."

"Are you analyzing the ingredients of the pain-relieving potion in private?"

he asked directly.

Yousef Ka's dull expression instantly tightened, and the eyes behind the lenses became sharp. She yawned in a sheeplike disguise and said: "I don't know what you are talking about...but the pain-relieving medicine, I usually do

I am taking it, if you can give me more I will promise you anything..."

Her movements were a little jerky and she opened the buttons of her collar, revealing a large area of ​​white greasy hair.

This action would have been more tempting if she hadn't held a scalpel in the hand hidden behind her back.

"If I tried to expose you, you would have been exposed the moment we met."

Cheng Shen continued walking forward without looking back.

"What do you want me to do?" Yousefka inevitably misunderstood Cheng Shen's meaning. But she also ignored that due to the identity gap between the two of them, Cheng Shen didn't need to use such extraneous words to do anything he wanted her to do.

means.

"I need a helpful assistant."

Cheng Shen said, "You have a talent that no one else has and you can help me. In exchange, I will use my identity to help you get more research materials and teach you more knowledge."

The talent he was referring to was of course not just Yusefka's ability to analyze the ingredients of pain-relieving potions.

He also smelled the scent of several other herbs on Yousefka. The medicinal properties of those herbs were incompatible with the three main ingredients required for the pain-relieving medicine. This allowed Cheng Shen to understand what research she was doing.

Compared to the kindness that only has a slight upper hand in Balufo's inner world.

Yousefka's heart was almost filled with pity.

Her eyes were alert, but she was not coaxed by Cheng Shen's few words. When she was about to say something, Cheng Shen pushed open a ward door.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with rotten stench gushed out.

"Well..."

Lying on a simple hospital bed was a patient covered in gauze. He groaned unconsciously. An arm covered with pustules and ulcers was placed beside the bed. An iron basin filled with pus and blood was placed below.

This is the patient he received.

"The patient's name is Nader, who works in an underground sewage cleaning plant. According to his own description, the onset of the disease started with a headache and fever, and then black spots began to appear on his arms and pain all over his body until ulcers appeared."

Cheng Shen handed the case in his hand to Yousefka.

He didn't know much about basic medicine, but he could tell that Nader had reached an advanced stage of illness and was now relying solely on the effects of pain-relieving medicine to stay alive.

But don't mention it to Dr. Crow for treatment.

Even in modern times, where medical technology has become very advanced in top-tier tertiary hospitals, the probability of resuscitation is probably no more than 10%.

"Why didn't he come earlier?"

Cheng Shen shook his head.

"No money."

Yousefka responded succinctly. She temporarily put down her vigilance against Cheng Shen, looked at the case and said: "People in Xiacheng District sometimes have the luxury of maintaining a normal life.

The medical fees required for medical treatment can cost an entire family."

"And it's also because I don't dare to..."

She turned to look at Cheng Shen and said no more, but Cheng Shen understood what she meant.

Dr. Crow's best treatment method is to perform surgery on people, including surgery for headaches and colds. In short, if basic medicines are not effective after a round of use, then the next treatment method must be surgery.

Cut wherever it hurts.

But in an era with such backward medical standards, not to mention the success rate of the operation, even if it can be completed successfully, if the wounds caused by the operation are not properly cleaned, subsequent infection can be enough to kill a person.

Often, patients only have a simple cold or fever, but in the end they lose their lives under Dr. Crow’s treatment.

The official death target set by the Holy Academy for Dr. Crow is about 50%.

But it’s a one-tenth, one-percent mortality rate.

It can be daunting.

In this case, if the illness is not too serious, people will basically survive.

As a result, it dragged on and developed into a serious and persistent disease that is difficult to cure.

Nader's case,

Just one of countless examples.

"He must have been bitten by some kind of poisonous rat. I have seen patients with this disease before... It only took three days from the onset of infection to death. When he died, his body was swollen and covered with black spots, as if he had been cursed.

."

Yousefka recalled.

"plague."

Cheng Shen blurted out.

"Has this disease been recorded in the Holy Cathedral?" Yusefka asked curiously.

Cheng Shen did not answer, but said: "If he has plague, then ordinary people in this clinic will be at risk. Plague can be spread through the air, especially people who have been in contact with him are more likely to be infected."

"..."

Hearing this, Yousefka subconsciously took a step back.

From an angle that she couldn't see, Cheng Shen's eyes glowed with a dull golden-red halo. Sure enough, there were a large number of gray-black particles in the free energy molecules in the air, and the source of these floating particles was Nader.

But things were not as out of control as imagined.

The smoke produced by the burning of certain herbal medicines filled the clinic, which greatly prevented the spread of gray particles.

This humble protective measure actually effectively limited the spread of the plague virus!

"In the magical world, the plague is nothing more than a trivial disease...but it still poses a terrible threat to ordinary people."

Cheng Shen thought to himself.

"Prepare for surgery. His illness cannot be delayed any longer. Also, tell Balufo and ask him to check who has been in contact with Nader since he was hospitalized yesterday afternoon. These people are most likely to be infected."

He ordered.

"Let Balufo do this...what about me?"

Yusefka asked.

"You come to help me, are you afraid?"

Cheng Shen turned around.

Yousefka shook his head firmly.

"That's good, prepare the equipment and medicine for the operation." Cheng Shen put on the protective clothing issued by the clinic. This clothing was cut from thick oilcloth and coated with a layer of wax on the surface to cover the entire body.

Airtight.

It makes it a little difficult to breathe.

Cheng Shen came to the hospital bed. Nader, who was wrapped in bandages, was already unconscious and completely immersed in the effects of the healing medicine.

After removing the bandages on his body, he revealed shocking black spots and ulcers. The disgusting sight could make people unable to eat for three days.

"It's really troublesome to operate on him."

Cheng Shen said secretly.

According to Dr. Crow's usual standard, at least half of his body tissue would have to be removed, but he would almost certainly die if he did that. This case was considered quite difficult among all the patients in the clinic.

"I'm afraid that after I picked him up, I didn't intend to let him out alive..."

He suddenly figured it out.

Such a patient is actually completely free performance for the clinic. Even if he dies, the consultation fee will not be refunded. You only need to treat him symbolically and wait until he is seriously ill and dies, and you can make a steady profit.

.

after all.

Every Crow doctor has so many indicators of death...

"I'm glad you met me."

Cheng Shen said softly.

The door to the ward was pushed open again, and Yousefka, who also put on protective clothing, walked in carrying bottles and surgical instruments.

Cheng Shen took out a small black bottle. There was liquid sloshing in the bottle, and the cork that sealed it was soaked. If you smell it carefully, you can smell a strong smell of rust.

Wave.

Cheng Shen opened the cork and poured the liquid into Nader's mouth. He poured about half of the liquid before he stopped with some distress.
To be continued...