The night shrouded the city like a devil, and the mist of death filled the sky over the city. The streets and alleys were filled with dead citizens, and the corpses crawled slightly under the dim moonlight.
The broken arm spread its fingers and crawled forward little by little, but encountered a group of rats on the road and was bitten by swarms of rats, leaving only a pool of bloody bones.
Suddenly, from the end of the street in the distance, bursts of ghostly singing came. Under the ringing of the church bells, the dead residents stood up one after another. Their eyes were burning with red will-o'-wisps, and their bodies were broken and incomplete.
Dragging rotten entrails forward.
The surviving residents hid under the ruins of the church, praying to the gods for rescue. However, there was no protection from the gods. No army entered the city. What awaited people was only despair.
The sword in his hand lost its former luster, and the armor on his body became extremely heavy, almost strangling himself in it. Rhodes gasped for breath, and his anger made him roar. Finally, the sound burst out of his throat.
, I woke up.
This is not reality, it is just a nightmare and a false alarm.
Rhodes wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up from the bed, opened the window, and the icy cold air slowly came in. Under the night, Elengrad was calm and peaceful. The isolated neighborhood was dead silent, and darkness enveloped it.
, no light sets foot. In those lightly infected neighborhoods, night watchmen are patrolling back and forth with lanterns, hospitals and churches are brightly lit all night, and doctors and medical staff from all over Kislev are being transported here in a steady stream.
And those volunteers who have received money... are also coming here from the capital in a steady stream through Tsarevaya Boulevard.
This situation made Rhodes feel a little lucky. Fortunately, he arrived before the epidemic broke out. Otherwise, with the speed at which the plague was spreading, the epidemic would have spread to Kislev a month later.
The whole territory. At that time, without external force, the plague was enough to destroy the newly established kingdom again.
I should feel lucky that the dance on the tip of the knife is now moving step by step, but it has not collapsed.
Dong dong dong...
Knocks on the door came from outside the wooden door. Celta was armed and escorted a female doctor to the front of the room. Through the firelight, Rhodes saw the face clearly - it was Lyanna.
"I'm going down first."
Celta, captain of the Norse Guard, said wisely.
Rhodes winked, indicating that it was okay.
Lyanna took off her cloak and walked into the house. Rhodes walked up and left the wooden door ajar.
"Tell me, how is the treatment going?"
Rhodes asked with concern and poured a glass of fruit wine for the priestess.
"no progress……"
Lyanna said tiredly. Her hair became dry and frizzy, and her face, which was thin in the past, became even more haggard. Rhodes was not worried about her will, but only worried about her body. Mortal bodies have their upper limits.
.She cannot work endlessly, otherwise, she will collapse before the epidemic is over.
"You should rest more..."
Rhodes interrupted. He wanted to reach out and lift Lyanna's hair off her forehead to see her mental state. However, out of etiquette, Rhodes stopped extending his hand in the air. Gentlemanliness is the key to this kingdom.
What he valued but lost was that as the spiritual leader of the kingdom, he should have done a better job. Besides, Caroline was still sitting in Kislev, assisting Dennis in managing and stabilizing the country.
"We have tried all kinds of methods... various medicinal materials... but... we still haven't found a way to treat this disease. Ice pepper, ice pepper mixed with animal milk, can relieve the disease. But it can only relieve the infection.
The disease will still get worse day by day. In the end, the internal organs of the body will still rot and dissolve. We still pray to the goddess, but there are very few miracles... It seems that everything here has been forgotten by her..."
Lyanna ignored the concern of the man in front of her and talked about work. This was originally her responsibility, and even her sustenance.
For a moment, loss and happiness passed through my heart at the same time. What was disappointing was that the woman who had loved him for many years finally let go. What was also fortunate was that he did not cause her any more harm.
Under the firelight, Rhodes smiled and returned——
"You use the same method to treat rat fever to treat the plague, but of course you can't achieve any fundamental curative effect. This should be just a sideways attack. It's lucky to be able to alleviate it. As for the gods... don't doubt them... it's just that every day
The power of each god is limited. They will do what they think is right. We have no right to interfere, let alone doubt them. Maybe they have tried their best, but we just don't know it. How can mortals know?
What are the gods thinking and doing?"
The priestess nodded seriously.
"Don't take care of patients who are already seriously infected. It's not that we don't fulfill our responsibilities or that we don't have mercy. It's that there is nothing we can do. The most we can do is extend our lives... But the process of being extended may be torture for them.
Those patients whose hands and feet are rotten and whose bodies are swollen are suffering all the time. For them, perhaps death is a kind of relief."
Rhodes rubbed his dry hands and continued -
"Instead of taking risks to alleviate the infection, it is better to focus on developing vaccines to protect more uninfected citizens."
"Do you mean to give up on those infected innocent people?"
Lyanna suddenly raised her head and asked. Her eyes were filled with anger and shock.
Rhodes had guessed such an outcome, as would all staunch believers, who would not give up any hope or possibility, even if that hope was so small.
However, Rhodes is not the one. He is the overall manager and must maximize rationality instead of being dominated by emotion. Indeed, if you don't give up, there is a certain probability that you can save some people. After all, some people are born with strong immunity.
It can be slowly recovered through medicinal supplements. However, these people are too few after all. Medical resources must be maximized. Rhodes knows that the most important thing now is not to think about how to cure, but how to contain it.
The plague spreads and blocks it. Immunity is undoubtedly an invisible wall that can isolate the plague at its source.
"Lyanna, I know your difficulties and that you can't tolerate sand in your eyes. However, from my perspective, you will understand that there are thousands of people outside the quarantine area waiting for our assistance. Every day we
Spending one minute on a patient is equivalent to spending hundreds of minutes on other people. This does sound cruel, but for the sake of the overall situation, we must do this. The quarantine area is hopeless. Pray for the mercy of the gods. We
There is no other way. Concentrate on researching anti-epidemic drugs. We need these more."
Rhodes spoke earnestly. After saying that, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. He had already prepared for the worst. Once the plague could not be effectively controlled, he would disperse the people and take them to the mountains, and...
Burning the quarantine area... Of course, such a plan is absolutely impossible to tell Lyanna, otherwise, in her eyes, he would be no different from a demon...