Zhang Zicheng was finally approved to enter the city under the inspection of their pastor.
If it were in the past, even if this person was really confirmed to be an ordinary citizen, the lord would not take the risk to let him enter the city just because of his intimidating appearance. At most, he would be allowed to stay in a village outside the city.
But today is different from the past. The priests in the city are really limited in their ability to suppress the plague. Even if all the priests and nuns in the church are involved in the treatment, they can at most alleviate the pain of some patients. There is no way to cure it, and the plague still remains.
It is spreading continuously.
Since the plague already exists, and there is only one person on the other side, even if there are any sinister intentions, the situation will not be worse than the current situation.
Of course, the most important point is that the other party calls himself a plague doctor.
The lord is treating a dead horse as a living doctor. As long as this mysterious person can be of some use, it will be good.
The iron gate under the stone arch slowly rises as the internal noose rotates, and people inside and outside the small town begin to circulate again.
Although many people cast curious eyes on Zhang Zicheng, most people still dared to look at him from a distance out of fear.
The lord did not waste any time and sent people directly to lead Zhang Zicheng to the area where the disease was most concentrated in the city. After hearing reports from several subordinates, the lord himself hurriedly left without even saying hello.
"The lord has a lot of work to do and does not have time to entertain distinguished guests. Please come with me and I will take you to the area where the epidemic is most severe."
A middle-aged man whose armor was obviously brighter than that of ordinary soldiers stood in front of Zhang Zicheng and spoke to him.
"I am the guard captain of Saint City, Bergner. If you find any treatment method and can't find the lord, you can come to me directly. I am usually at the city wall or watchtower."
Bergner looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing a helmet, with a very steady expression on his face, but it was inevitably mixed with fatigue and boredom. When facing Zhang Zicheng, he also had a hint of hope.
After the other party finished speaking, he took off his iron boots and started leading the way on the city's roads.
Zhang Zicheng nodded, and his voice came from the gas helmet: "Okay, Captain Bergner, you can call me... Si Chen."
Bergner raised his eyebrows, turned around slightly and asked, "That doesn't sound like a Rouma name. Where are you from?"
"A place called Yis."
"Is? Never heard of it."
"A small place."
Is actually means Earth, but Zhang Zicheng still tried his best to pronounce different syllables. The language spoken here is not English, so Zhang Zicheng transliterated the pronunciation of Earth.
Kong Huan followed Zhang Zicheng, and the three of them walked on the muddy path in the city. In fact, it was called a city, but it just gave a little face to the castle in the distance and the limited masonry walls. After Zhang Zicheng walked in, his first feeling was, this is
A small rural village surrounded by log walls.
It is no exaggeration at all. Most of the residential houses here are thatched houses with muddy and dirty floors. You can even see pigs and chickens raised by many people. More importantly, because the living area in the city is limited, these livestock are
Crowded together, the smell can be smelled far away.
Only through Xiaowu's field of vision can he see a rather impressive castle on the other side of the city, and two rows of wooden houses built along the road to the castle.
Coupled with the large area of thatched houses in front of us, the entire city is composed of these three stairs. Even though the area is small, people can see the class gap at a glance when looking down.
Of course, compared to the thatched houses in the city, there are large residential areas beside the downhill river outside the city wall, which is obviously a population that can no longer be squeezed into the small city.
It can be said that the only advantage is that although the ground is muddy, most of it is really just ordinary mud, which was washed away by rain not long ago, and there is no so-called defecation everywhere on the street.
But even so, the stench of the city can still penetrate into the nasal cavity through the gas helmet... It is a smell similar to swill, mold, animal feces and foot odor.
Zhang Zicheng was fine, but Kong Huan was about to faint from the smoke. Zhang Zicheng could only say to her: "Why don't you go outside the city? You can't understand what these people are saying anyway."
Kong Huan felt like he was being pardoned. He nodded quickly, covered his mouth and nose, turned around and ran towards the city gate where he came from.
Seeing this, Bergner frowned and said: "I advise you not to let your female companion leave your side, or at least not to leave the city. It is very dangerous near the city now."
Zhang Zicheng shook his head: "It doesn't matter, she can handle it."
The main reason is that with Xiao Wu high in the sky, Kong Huan can be seen at any time.
After this period of observation, Zhang Zicheng has confirmed that as long as he does not master the art of manifestation like Lei Ge, ordinary soldiers, even if they are fully armed, are no match for their bare hands when facing a genetically enhanced hollow ring, so there is no such thing as
As cautious as a nanny.
It's just that Bergner originally had some expectations for Zhang Zicheng's appearance, but seeing that the plague doctor looked completely unconcerned about the safety of his companions, he couldn't tell whether this person didn't care about the girl's life safety, or whether he thought
A fool who insulates himself from the word danger.
So Bergner's attitude immediately became cold and he stopped trying to persuade. After taking Zhang Zicheng to the area where the patients were placed, he just said: "I hope you can help us as much as possible."<
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Then he turned around and left, leaving Zhang Zicheng where he was.
Zhang Zicheng didn't take it seriously. He walked into the room where the patients were placed and immediately smelled the strong smell of herbal medicine, which could barely overcome the stench of the roads in the city.
In this room, most of the patients simply lay on the straw mats and moaned, while a few nun-like women were busy helping the patients relieve pain and brewing medicine.
They were stunned by Zhang Zicheng's appearance, but Zhang Zicheng was the first to speak: "I am the doctor invited by the lord. I want to see if I can provide some help."
The nuns breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but they were still busy with the work at hand, either fetching water or applying medicine and bandages to the patients. Only an older one reluctantly said hello: "Sorry, we are now
We are severely short of manpower and cannot introduce the situation to you in detail. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly."
Zhang Zicheng nodded and finally observed these patients up close.
But he discovered right away that the wounds on many patients looked more like injuries from swords than the so-called plague.
He wondered: "Isn't it about the plague? What's going on with these patients?"
The older nun sighed and said: "What else could it be? They are just another group of barbarian pirates. I heard that the barbarians in the past alone were not enough. Recently, many new pirates have appeared, armed with strange weapons.
, burning, killing, and looting in nearby villages... These people are all survivors of those villages."
Zhang Zicheng nodded, squinted slightly and asked, "Have those pirates attacked this city?"
"No, they just surrounded the city for one night and then left. I didn't see their appearance, but they threw many corpses into the city before leaving. That's when the plague spread."
The nun's face was full of sadness: "At first we were inexperienced and thought they were just throwing corpses to intimidate. Who knew that after they left, their attack had just begun."
Sounds very Mongolian.
But it’s pirates again... what Mongolian navy?
However, Zhang Zicheng also heard some hidden information, that is, in this world, although it looks very much like the European Middle Ages, it has obviously not experienced the baptism of the Black Death, and is in a hurry in the face of the plague. There is no research yet.
Sufficient response plan.
At the same time, the existence of the manifestation technique allowed them to barely suppress the complete outbreak of the plague even without experience... But they didn't know whether this was good or bad.
After all, for a population, diseases with a high fatality rate are not scary, only diseases with a high incubation period and contagiousness are dangerous, and the manifestation techniques of those priests obviously only temporarily lower the fatality rate.
Zhang Zicheng nodded to the nun to express his gratitude, and then squatted down to examine the patient.
It is said to be an examination, but in fact it is just to use the super white blood cells hidden in the gloves to touch these patients, and then let the system start to detect them.
[A variety of unknown diseases have been detected, some of which are very similar in composition to Gram-negative bacteria, but slightly inferior in protein stability. Should this bacteria be named?]
Zhang Zicheng asked casually: "What do you call this plague now?"
The nun raised her head blankly: "Ah? Isn't it just...the plague?"
Well, Zhang Zicheng could only say silently: ‘Let’s name it... Plague A1.’
Zhang Zicheng didn't have much creativity in naming the name, so he just called it that. Anyway, he could change it if he wanted, but he just provided a title.
Then Zhang Zicheng asked the system in a low voice: "Is there any treatment plan?"
The system said: [Insufficient information, only limited drug synthesis deduction plans can be provided. However, there is no relevant equipment in this environment. Therefore, it is recommended that the host, if it wants to be cured, can return to the earth and purchase antibiotics directly.]
But it’s okay.
Think about it, Zhang Zicheng did not travel directly. He came to this world through the interstitial space on his own initiative. There is an entire industrial system of the earth behind him. There is really no need to take antibiotics here just to treat a germ.<
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However, after hearing that antibiotics could directly solve the problem, Zhang Zicheng no longer paid more attention to the so-called plague. After that, he only needed to buy antibiotics and dilute them into water, and then let the city lord share the drinks with the people in the city. At the same time,
, rodent control, louse killing, isolation and other measures must be implemented.
Although the patients here all look miserable, Zhang Zicheng has seen too many miserable and low-dimensional things, and he is indeed a little numb. Anyway, he can provide help in the end.
Zhang Zicheng focused on other phenomena.
In fact, through Xiaowu's eyes, he could always see some dark shadows.
Zhang Zicheng had just observed secretly that Bergner, the nuns, and ordinary people in the city seemed unable to see those strange things, even priests who could use the magic of manifestation.
He stared at a dark figure with his peripheral vision and quietly left the room. Suddenly he stretched out his hand, grabbed the lower part of the dark figure, and dragged it into the alley behind the ward.
Zhang Zicheng doesn't want to talk to himself like a madman in public. He can communicate with the system at the lowest volume, and others won't be able to hear it if they get closer. However, it is difficult to maintain his own volume when communicating with this thing. p>
The black figure suddenly began to struggle continuously. Zhang Zicheng did not expect to be able to catch the opponent directly, but he did not expect that after filling his palms with psychic energy, grabbing the opponent would feel like squeezing a balloon wrapped in wet toilet paper.
There was a feeling that the opponent could be torn apart easily, so he even relaxed his strength.
Zhang Zicheng came to the alley and could finally carefully look at the other party's appearance openly...
However, there is nothing to look at. From the corner of my eye, it looks like a black shadow. If you look closely, it is still a black shadow.
However, this black figure is a bit like a hazy silhouette of a person with his hands on both sides of the body. The outline between the shoulders and the head can be vaguely seen. There is also some white substance like smoke in it.
The shadow of the head floats, and occasionally for one or two moments, it combines into what looks like the facial features.
"What are you?"
Zhang Zicheng asked aloud.
And the black shadow was still struggling, turning a deaf ear to Zhang Zicheng's words.
However, Zhang Zicheng noticed a little detail...
That is, this black shadow is not suspended in the air out of thin air. There is an imperceptible thin black line under its increasingly thinner body.
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Zhang Zicheng strangely led the black figure and started to move forward along the thin line under its body.
Occasionally, this thin line would penetrate the wall. Zhang Zicheng sneaked into the room silently, found the position of the thin line, and continued to track it.
Fortunately, the length of the black thin line was not very long. Zhang Zicheng just passed through two rows of houses and came to the source of the thin line...
A patient with fever all over his body and unconsciousness lying on the ground.
Zhang Zicheng suddenly felt that the thing in his hand couldn't be a so-called soul, right?
What will happen if the soul that escaped from the other party is put back in?
Just do it, Zhang Zicheng directly pressed the black shadow in his hand back into the patient's chest.
"Wait, who are you? What are you doing?"
A nun exclaimed when she saw this scene. Since this was another ward, the nun did not hear Zhang Zicheng's previous self-introduction.
Before Zhang Zicheng could open his mouth to explain, the patient under his palm suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in shock while dying of illness, gasping for breath, and sweating all over his body.
When Zhang Zicheng saw this, he thought, "Is it so immediate?"
However, at this moment, Zhang Zicheng suddenly felt that when he first came to this dimension, the strong presence of sight reappeared!
This time the sight showed no sign of flinching, and its direction even became clearer.
Just behind Zhang Zicheng!
Zhang Zicheng suddenly turned around, his eyes suddenly startled.
Just because it is an extremely classic image... He is dressed in a black robe and a hood, his whole body is shrouded in darkness, only his skeletal face is exposed, and he carries a huge scythe behind his back.
"Death...the God of Death?"
It turns out that the person who paid attention to him since he came to this planet turned out to be the legendary God of Death.