Blue Sword

Everyone left the tavern.

"In the current isolation area, the guards on the ground are very tight." Nora began to explain to everyone the information she had secretly read. "But underground transactions have been carried out secretly, and materials are transported through several tunnels. Not only the guards, but also the locals The gang, even the Earl family has interests in it."

"In the final analysis, all parties have colluded to exploit the interests of these poor people infected with the disease." Sheila frowned and said, "Otherwise, where would the ten times profit from drug smuggling come from?"

"Then let's play the role of justice warriors this time." Ask said, "Go and call everyone over."

After returning to the hotel and telling everyone about the situation, Eleanor immediately couldn't help it, and she was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to settle the score with the Earl of Innsbruck.

"It's useless for you to go to the count," Medea said. "The count will definitely say that he didn't know anything about it. His subordinates did all this behind his back. What can you do?"

"Besides, the earl is actually your father's vassal, not your vassal." Sheila also echoed, "To be more serious, Eleanor, you do not have the authority to supervise him."

"Then I'll tell my father." Eleanor was still furious.

The girl wrote angrily. Everyone continued to discuss the follow-up plan.

"To collect plague bacteria, we inevitably have to come into contact with a large number of patients." Asker said, "We have to find a name for this."

"How about the Knights of the Hospital?" Nora clasped her hands and smiled, "Just pretend that we are sent by the Knights of the Hospital to treat diseases for free. There must be many people willing to come and receive treatment."

"Peggy is responsible for sensing and suppressing Yersinia pestis, and I am responsible for controlling and mobilizing the body's immune tissue. The ultimate goal is to expel the pathogen from the patient's body and then collect it as a sample."

"As long as it's technically feasible, there's no problem." Asker didn't know much about medicine. He thought for a moment and then reminded, "Of course, once our treatment gains scale and reputation, it will definitely damage the underground drug smuggling trade."

"Someone will definitely come out to cause trouble, right?" Hidrifa said, "That's easy, I'll kill one of them... No, I just cut off his hands and feet, and let him lie on the ground screaming. Let's see who else dares. Don’t dare come over and cause trouble.”

It's quite appropriate to leave things like intimidating people to Hidrifa. Asker thought to himself, but after all, he has rich experience in tasks, and said:

"If the enemy is not strong enough, he will definitely use other methods. When the time comes..."

"Leave it to me." Medea sneered, "I can sense malice and read minds. If I dare to play tricks on you, I won't be able to kill them."

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Innsbruck, quarantine zone.

In the early morning, when the sky is still dark, some poor people come out to use the dim light to dig through the trash cans and stinking ditches for the food that was dumped last night.

Even in quarantine areas, not everyone is destitute and infected. The resident gangsters and smugglers, the city guard branch, private clinics, and the families with some assets but no time to escape are all the "rich class" in the quarantine area.

Even the trash cans around these people's houses are contracted by special gangsters.

The gangsters in the quarantine area are more desperate than the gangsters outside. After all, everyone is infected with the disease and will die sooner or later, so there is no need to spare one's life when fighting. The knife and screwdriver are used to poke at the vital points, so that every morning, there will be a few more corpses on the streets.

Then it will be dragged away soon. As for what to do specifically, it is not convenient to say. The germs can still be eliminated when cooked.

On an empty street somewhere, a group of strangers set up simple booths with wooden planks and placed tables and chairs, which immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding gangsters and poor people.

It wasn't until Asik, who was fully armed, and Hidrifa, who was carrying an ax and not wearing power armor, stepped forward, everyone immediately withdrew their gazes knowingly - these people are real hard-hitters, at least the weapons they carry, but It's not a knife, screwdriver or anything like that.

"Do you want disinfectant?" Mia asked.

"Spray a little to give the patients some confidence." Nora said, "Bring over the sputum cup and culture medium."

"Here is the flag of the Knights Hospitaller?" asked Eleanor.

"A little further outside, more conspicuous." Nora directed everyone, "Sheila, help move the chair. Ask! There is dust in your hair!"

"Let me dust it off for you." Hidrifa tidied his hair a little affectionately, "It must have been stained when drilling into the tunnel before. By the way, look at whether there is any dust on my head."

"Of course," Aske said.

"Please help me clean up," Hidliba said.

"Isn't this not good?" Asik smiled bitterly. Can a girl's head be touched casually?

"What does it matter?" Hidliba was a little unhappy, and then tossed her hair like a golden retriever.

"What now?" she asked again.

"No more." Asik decided to lie.

"Liar." Medea stepped forward and helped Sidrifa brush the dust off her hair, "Don't be too nice to the leader, he is just a white-eyed wolf."

"Medea, you are still considerate." Hidlifea sighed, "It's a pity that such a good beauty, there are people who don't know the blessings in the blessings. When she loses her, she will definitely regret it."

"Shut up," Ask said.

"Roughness is a sign of guilty conscience." Medea teased him.

Soon, temporary medical stations were set up on the streets. Mia hid in the shadow of the small station, and Mi'er climbed to the top of the small station, holding a sniper rifle and ready to support at any time.

Asker and Hidliba were fully armed, guarding both sides like door gods on the left and right, intimidating the young people around them. Nora and Paige pretended to be medical staff stationed behind the table, preparing for treatment. Sheila is responsible for sorting medical specimens in the innermost compartment.

Eleanor patrolled around with a shield and was responsible for maintaining order at the scene, although no patients had come to visit her yet.

Medea was leaning on the wooden board next to her, staring at the pedestrians passing by, and silently activated her ability to implant thoughts.

This is a psion's unique method of attracting customers, and it is a hundred times more efficient than handing out flyers on the street.

Soon, some pedestrians who had been tricked plucked up the courage and came up and asked:

"What are you doing here?"

"The Knights Hospitallers treat sick believers free of charge." Eleanor answered.

Hearing the word "free", the other party immediately showed a suspicious look. However, I don’t know whether it was Medea’s ability or the weapons on Eleanor’s body that gave him enough deterrence and credibility. The pale pedestrian hesitated for a long time and then said:

"Then can I accept your treatment? Of course, I mean... I have no money."

"Okay." Eleanor motioned for him to sit at the table.

Nora poured him a glass of water and a pill...it was actually a sugar pill, but the patient didn't understand this and took it directly.

Then Peggy activated her ability and checked his physical condition.

"In the lungs." Paige reminded on the psychic communication channel.

"It's pneumonic plague," Nora said. "Then let's treat it."

Peggy once again activated Plague I's ability to control the Yersinia pestis, infected cells, and other toxic substances in the opponent's lungs. By manipulating the pathogen, they all suppressed their activity, stopped multiplying, and accumulated in the tissue fluid. .

Nora brought a spit cup over and motioned for him to spit in it.

The patient cleared his throat and coughed up a mouthful of phlegm.

Under normal circumstances, there is a certain success rate in coughing out the germs in the lungs. Because most germs have adhesive cilia or similar tissue on their surfaces, they can forcibly adhere to the surface of infected tissues.

But Paige directly manipulates the pathogen through her plague ability, which is another story. In short, the patient coughed up the bacterial sputum successfully.

Once the pathogen specimens have been collected, all that remains is treatment. Nora began to activate the Life II ability to strengthen the patient's immune cell activity, and combined with Paige's plague suppression ability, the remaining germs in the patient's body were quickly killed.

The whole process does not take more than a few minutes. In modern medicine, it is simply a miracle, and it is the kind of miracle that cannot explain the specific mechanism. It has to be said that extraordinary abilities can indeed play an extraordinary role in certain technological blind spots.

As the treatment continued, the patient also clearly felt that his body was improving rapidly. This was actually due to the relief of inflammatory tissue, rather than the cure of the disease itself - but this was enough to make the patient burst into tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, thank you!" Upon hearing the news that he had recovered, the passerby almost shed tears and cried, "May God bless you, kind lady. May God bless you!"

"May God bless you." Nora said with a smile, "If you have other patients at home, you can also bring them over for us to treat."

"Okay, okay." These words obviously reminded the other party, so the young man who had just recovered immediately ran home as fast as possible.

"How is it?" Nora asked, pointing to the covered spit cup.

"The toxicity is average." Peggy observed the bacterial activity in the liquid in her spiritual vision, "Let's take a look again."

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