Chapter 701 The Great Elder of the Natural God Sect Arrives
Take him away immediately?
Grete was stunned for a moment.
It's not that he wants to resist the official approach or anything. Theoretically, if you illegally cross the border, you will be arrested immediately. If you are suspected of having an infectious disease, you will be quarantined immediately——
These are all reasonable and legal disposals. In his position and in his political affairs, Grete has no place to comment.
The problem is, seeing this large group of refugees in front of him, Gretel felt somewhat sympathetic. As the old saying goes, you can’t bear to see someone alive but can’t bear to see someone die.
In this society with low social productivity, if refugees are arrested, will they be thrown directly into prison? Throw him into prison, will there be anything to eat? Will he get treatment?
"Why!"
Seeing the Baroness leaving these two sentences and leaving in a hurry, he quickly shouted to stop, lowered his voice, and quickly stated his worries:
"...Can you please ask a priest of the God of Nature to take a look at them first? After all, the servants of the God of Nature will have more experience in knowing what diseases the poor may have..."
The Baroness stared at him again and again, her eyes changing continuously, and finally she sighed and nodded. She flew onto the horse, and Gretel heard the horse's hooves flying away like rain, mixed with a series of instructions from the baroness:
"You! Send a team of people to surround the open space on the back wall!"
"They are only allowed to move around in that open space, and are not allowed to wander around! Before the person who takes over comes, let one of them escape, and you can lock one in to pay for it!"
The sound became quieter and quieter, and the sound of horse hooves became further and further away. Suddenly there was a long neigh, and the horse came closer from a distance and ran back again. The Baroness bent slightly on her horse and stared at Gretel uneasily:
"Master Nordmark, you must not treat them before I come back!"
Gretel: "..."
I have to turn over my shift today!
We still have to do ward rounds!
After the ward rounds, there are still three elective surgeries, three teaching surgeries, and I don’t know how many emergency surgeries!
If I don't deal with all this, where will I have time to see these refugees?
He made a few promises with a wry smile, and the Baroness immediately turned her horse's head and galloped away. I don’t know what resources she mobilized, but in less than an hour, relevant people came one after another:
In the first hour, a group of city guards quickly arrived to replace the group of guards who served as blood bank guards, and set up a cordon around the back wall of the hospital;
The next hour, a group of men in black arrived. The soldiers were divided into two groups. One group covered their noses and entered the cordon and began to register the relevant information of the refugees. The other group looked fierce and started knocking on doors from the opposite side of the hospital towards the direction where the refugees came from:
"Come out! Come out!—Do you live here?"
"How many people are in your family?"
"Did you hear anything last night?—Nothing? Are you a pig?!"
Ping ping pong pong, ping ping pong pong. Some of them smashed down wooden doors and kicked pots and jars into pieces. The residents of the slums only dared to be angry but dared not speak out. However, this seemingly boring behavior still alarmed a group of people:
"Damn it! Did you move so fast?"
In a broken house, two men who had been lying in wait for a long time and a night cursed, lifted up the floor, and walked down quickly. The floor cover was closed, and the man behind him pinched the badge in his collar in the darkness:
"It's nothing like what that little mage would do! If we had retreated a little slower, we could have been trapped here!"
"Forget it, forget it, no matter what, we have already seen those people being picked up by the hospital." The man in front held his nose and walked into the sewer, making a loud sound to persuade him:
"When you turn over this information, how you want to incite it is up to you."
"...I don't know if it can be published. Some time ago, all the tabloids in the royal capital were scanned, and the bards in the tavern were also beaten... The big newspapers were again..."
The sound gradually faded away in the sewer. Grete's timely report brought an unexpected benefit: more dangers hidden in the darkness were driven away in advance, silently.
Four hours later, Baroness Witteg hurried to the hospital in a carriage carrying three clergymen from the Order of the God of Nature.
The Baroness knew that if she took the refugees away without saying a word, or randomly found a healer to deal with the situation, Gretel, who sympathized with the poor and could continuously perform surgeries for poor peasant women, might not be willing to let them go——
Even if they are released, the relationship will become very tense. However, there is no benefit in having a relationship with a genius healer and a magician with a bright future.
Therefore, the Baroness did not stop and invited the leader of the God of Nature Order in the royal capital, Elder Knox, a 16th-level priest. After hearing the general situation described by the Baroness, the elder was very interested and hurried over with two of his disciples.
Gretel completed three elective operations and one teaching operation, received the report, and hurried out the door. Elder Knox looked at Elder Erwin, who was younger than Grete's teacher, tall and with a ruddy face. Seeing him rushing over to salute, he immediately raised his hand to stop:
"Don't bother saying polite words. Take us to see how the patient is doing first."
Grete took them there immediately. After passing the guards and crossing the cordon, two or three small tents had been set up in the area behind the hospital wall, with weak patients and children huddled inside - Gretel took out the spare camping tent.
The remaining refugees were squatting on the ground with their bare hands. Each person had a clay bowl in his hand, and the bottom of the bowl was licked clean. There was a faint aroma of oatmeal porridge floating in the empty bucket next to the camp.
"You're fine." Elder Knox took a deep look at Gretel and walked quickly.
Among the two disciples he led, the older one was holding an oak staff as high as his eyebrows, with four pairs of green leaves spread out symmetrically. He nodded kindly to Gretel and followed the teacher. There was only one green leaf on the young disciple's oak staff, which fell behind and looked at Gretel curiously:
"Hey, what do you think their disease is?"
"I haven't had time to see..." Grete replied in a low voice. As he spoke, he took out a mask, plastic visor, and rubber gloves, handed one to the other person, and put them on himself. The young disciple followed suit and asked in a low voice:
"What is this for?"
"Prevent infection... I am not saying that they are infectious diseases, but if they are infected, this can always block it..."
Before he finished speaking, an exclamation came from the front:
"Teacher, isn't this leprosy?"
"Where's the leprosy?" There was a bang, like a blunt instrument being hit on the head. Next to Grete, the young priest shrank his head and whispered:
"Teacher beats senior brother again..."
Gretel hissed and took in a breath of cold air, quietly activated the various shields on his body, and moved forward quickly.
In the center of the camp, Elder Knox placed his oak staff on the ground and created a vine hut that served as a consulting room. At this moment, two refugees have been brought in. The elder lit up the light technique and was leaning over to observe one of them:
"Little Grete, Elder Wood wrote to me, saying that you are an excellent healer. Come and see, what kind of disease should this be? Is it contagious?"
Gretel looked towards his light source. Under the soft, warm yellow light, the refugee who was called into the consulting room had already taken off his coat, revealing his lean upper body. The skin lesions on his neck were piled up, and they looked like they had been bitten by animals.
Dark, hyperkeratotic skin and black scales spread along the sides of the neck to the chest, forming a necklace shape.
"...Isn't this really bitten by a vampire?"
Next to Gretel, the young priest asked quietly. Without looking back, Elder Knox pointed his hand back, and the oak staff hit him on the head with a bang.
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