The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

"The hero who troubles the heroes (

The village was not quiet in the middle of the night. Walking on the road, I could hear the patient's painful groans from time to time.

Outside the village, the fire was blazing downwind, and the priest of the Fire Temple was burning the patient's excrement to avoid re-contamination.

Every summer is a period of high incidence of dysentery. At the beginning of this infectious disease, everyone thought it was just ordinary dysentery. Who would have guessed that the disease broke out among people and livestock within two days.

The grassroots priests of several local temples immediately responded to their superiors after seeing that the patients in the village died of diarrhea in a short period of time. Pope Simon of the Temple of Light immediately ordered Mira to take people to the epidemic area for treatment after receiving the report. Work, Auston I, who also received the report, also sent someone to assist her in carrying out work in the kingdom of Lerick.

Mila has collected a large number of cases since she came to this area. After statistical analysis of the cases, she found a very surprising and terrifying thing-boiling the river water and drinking it will make you sick.

Moreover, the rivers here extend in all directions, constantly branching off, and constantly converging in two and two. The water flow with pathogens continues to spread, and the disease is spreading rapidly downstream.

Fortunately, the well water is safe, otherwise this disease has no solution.

Mira soon followed the little boy to the warehouse of the village, where several guards from the Kingdom of Lerick were stationed, and pots of potions were being boiled on a row of stoves in the open space outside.

The cause cannot be determined, and the patient can only try various medicines to see which one works.

The warehouse had long been requisitioned by the Janissaries, and there was a charcoal stove outside the door, with a pot of sticky slime paste warmed on it.

Before entering the door, Mila took out a pig's mouth mask from her pocket and put it on. This mask is made of leather. The "pig nose" is filled with cotton and activated carbon that has only appeared in the last two years.

Then she took her own white coat from the hanger outside the door and put it on. This white coat made of cotton soaked with slime glue can be waterproof, but because it is not breathable, it is very uncomfortable in this season. Comfortable.

In the end, she soaked her hands in the slightly hot slime paste for a while, raised her hands and shook them. After a while, the paste cooled and solidified into a layer that adhered tightly to the skin. Slime Gloves.

This warehouse was requisitioned to find and study pathogens, and there are a large number of samples stored in it, and it cannot be done accidentally.

Sir Hartman, a military doctor of the Praetorian Guards who lived nearby, originally took his son Erich to visit relatives in the nearby hometown while on vacation, but he did not encounter this epidemic.

Sir Hartman was attentively examining the specimen with a microscope and drawing on a piece of paper.

Mira quietly walked to the side and waited until he had finished drawing a picture before asking loudly, "What did you find?"

The sound insulation effect of this pig's mouth mask is a bit good, and the other party can't hear it if you don't speak too loudly.

Only then did Hartmann turn around, and when he saw Mira, he also shouted: "I always suspected that there were pathogenic organisms in the water that we couldn't see, so during the day I asked Erich to pick up some dyes that could be dyed. The flowers and plants came back, and as a result, there was a discovery."

He moved aside and asked Mira to come to the microscope to observe the specimen.

Microscopes are expensive, and crystal-polished lenses and thin slides and covers take up the bulk of the cost. The average doctor has never seen the real thing once in his life.

Mira had one as a toy when she was a child, so it was easy to see what was inside the sample.

In the pale red liquid, a few small things that were dyed red and moved were swimming around.

They look like eggplants, and there seem to be whip-like hairs behind them, and they rely on the thrust generated by the vibration of these flagella to swim.

Mira asked, "Are you sure it's them?"

Hartman replied solemnly: "It can only be them. This specimen is water that has been boiled for five minutes."

"Their bodies are transparent, and if they weren't dyed, they wouldn't be visible. I found them in samples that I hadn't found before."

The military doctor became more and more excited. In order to find the pathogen, he had not slept for several days, and now his spirit has become somewhat abnormal after a major discovery.

His bloodshot eyes became more and more red, and at the same time he shouted loudly: "This will be easy, we can quickly find the Fang Qi who killed them..."

Erich, who was helping to cook the potion outside the door, turned his head when he heard his father's voice, and then saw the usually gentle and kind holy sister in the warehouse when the others pushed the door and walked into the warehouse. Father was stunned.

Little Erich shrank his neck and hurriedly continued to fill the stove with firewood.

There's still a lot of work to do after the pathogen has been identified, but Hartman's body and mind are at their limit, and he can't do it without a good night's sleep first.

Mila returned to the village chief's house. She picked up the paper and began to write documents to inform the epidemic prevention personnel in other villages. The next priority is to find a way to kill the virus efficiently and cheaply. The second method is to determine the source of pathogens in the river, and see if they are naturally wild and mutated in the river, or where they came from. If it is the latter, the possible pollution sources must be cleaned up.

There were so many things going on, Mira finished writing the document and asked the priest on duty tonight to send it out, and then picked up the oatmeal porridge sent by Chaxi just now and drank it.

"Why sour?" She sensed that the oatmeal didn't taste right.

Sitting next to the cabinet and dozing off, Chaxi was smart. She rubbed her eyes and said, "I see that our family's medicine is somewhat effective in curing diseases, so I added a little bit in, as a precaution."

Mila just nodded. She was very familiar with this antibacterial and antiseptic agent extracted from maple syrup. It is estimated that this agent is not the most effective among the medicinal materials that can be found so far, but it should be high in output and extremely expensive. low.

She finished the oatmeal in the bowl in a few mouthfuls, and the sour taste made her shudder.

At present, her task is mainly to direct and coordinate the epidemic prevention work in the entire region. This kind of thing belongs to the business of the Temple of Light, and other temples said they would cooperate with the facts.

There are still a lot of things to do now, and the procurement and transportation of drugs alone is a very troublesome thing.

For the first time carrying such a heavy burden, Mira felt a lot of pressure. This kind of pressure that thousands of people might die because of their own negligence was unprecedented for her.

After drinking the oatmeal, she sat back at the table. After yawning, she suddenly fell on the table with a thud, her eyes smeared and she didn't know anything.

Only the demon villain in the novel would do such a thing as medicine for the saint.