Chapter 703 Assassin Demir: I'm Getting Closer to the Target!

Become crazy?

Gretel immediately thought of the homeless people he saw at the hospital entrance in the morning with blank eyes or sluggish movements. So, this is one of those, psychotic episodes?

He hurriedly said "put on your clothes" and turned around to go out to see. As soon as he stepped out of the door, a tall figure was already standing in front of him. He didn't show much pretense, and weeds sprang up crazily on the ground, tying the man into a green pupa.

An eighth-level high-level priest, his shots are so clean and neat.

Grete gave a slight nod of thanks to Elder Knox’s disciple—I don’t know if he was the eldest disciple—and looked past him to see the patient. Thanks to the boss, it saves him a lot of things. He doesn’t have to think about whether to use vines or throw away the tranquility spell...

The green chrysalis is tied neither too loose nor too tight, just enough to stop the patient from struggling but not inhibit his breathing. When the person was in the chrysalis, he could turn his head and stare at Gretel, his eyes so wide that they were about to burst. The mouth is wide open, the roots of the teeth and gums are bloody:

"Hehe, Hehe..."

Gretel paused slightly. When I took a quick look at the hospital entrance, the symptoms of the few refugees I saw were mostly indifferent expressions, slow reactions, and reduced intelligence. In other words, they were similar to dementia. The person in front of me looks a little manic...

Isn't it a one-and-done thing?

Emergency doctors must have some understanding of mental illness and symptoms similar to mental illness, even if they are not proficient in it. When you receive a patient, you cannot seek psychiatric consultation all day long. You have to make a judgment on your own:

This one is just drunk, this one looks like an epileptic seizure, this one may be an emotional disorder, this one is more likely to be hepatic encephalopathy, this one is not a mental illness, but he is about to go into shock, so his expression is indifferent...

The chrysalis in front of him had not yet reached the stage of identifying the disease, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong. Including the skin on his face and the blood on his lips, Grete also felt that something was not right.

He stopped and did not step forward, but looked left and right. I found a man who was staring at the chrysalis nervously, seemingly caring, and waved to him:

"You know him?"

"do not know……"

The man shrank back subconsciously. He wanted to run away, but a wisp of grass sprouted out from under his feet and wrapped tightly around his ankles. Gretel saw this and couldn't help but smile:

That big brother, that eighth-level priest of the God of Nature, you are so considerate!

In order to prevent the person being questioned from running away in panic, he did not point out any clues or turn around to thank him. He just lowered his voice and asked:

"How long has he been like this? I mean, this crazy look?"

As he spoke, he quietly threw a soothing spell over. The magical calming effect was good. The man's trembling voice gradually calmed down. He raised his head and looked at Gretel:

"I don't know. I have been imprisoned for almost a month. One person died, and several others were thrown in... Anyway, he was there when I boarded the ship."

Tupac DeMille tensed up and listened to them. He felt bad when he saw the high-level spellcaster coming. He took advantage of the old man to get into the house. He wanted to escape but was stopped by the guards, so he had to pretend to be crazy.

Fortunately, he made the wrong move and attracted the target——

Damn it, why doesn't this guy come over? !

Grass stalks can only tie up ordinary people, but cannot tie him up at all; as long as the target comes to him and finds an opportunity, he is absolutely sure to kill this person!

Forget it, you might as well come over. With high-level professionals around, he had better stay quiet for the time being and wait for the opportunity. The assassin gradually became quiet and tried to eavesdrop:

"Then besides him, there are others..." Grete raised his hand and pointed at his head:

"Is there a bad brain? In other words, are there still people who are stupid or crazy?"

"Yes, yes!" The man nodded quickly. He turned around, and the grass stalks under his feet had spread out at some point, allowing him to take a step outward safely, and raised his hand to point at the crowd:

"Look there, there's Shanna. Ever since her child was dragged away by a wolf, she has been acting stupidly; and old Ron En, in the past six months, she has become more and more unrecognizable; and..."

Among forty or fifty people, four or five people develop neuropsychiatric symptoms. This probability is not low. Gretel followed the man's guidance and looked at all the patients, summarizing as he read:

These patients, even among the refugees, are exceptionally malnourished. The symptoms of skin lesions are also more severe. Grete said that their mental symptoms and skin lesions may be related...

But what is the connection? Gretel walked around in the crowd, and as he walked, a stench suddenly hit his face. It's not the smell of not taking a shower for days and the smell of sweat fermenting on the body, but...

It's diarrhea! Gretel sniffed, and his rich clinical experience immediately gave him the answer. It doesn’t matter if one or two people have diarrhea, as long as it doesn’t cause a plague!

Not to mention cholera, even dysentery or something like that, if it broke out next door to the hospital, it would give him a headache!

Gretel turned around and blocked the way, stopping a man who had just returned from relieving himself:

"Having diarrhea?"

"yes!"

This refugee was dirtier and more frightened than the last one. Grete asked him pleasantly:

"How long have you had diarrhea?"

"One...always has..."

"How long? Seven days, half a month, one month, three months? Half a year?"

On the dirty face of the refugee, the dark pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was a little confused. His eyes moved upward slightly, as if he was thinking, and finally he shook his head:

"It's been a long time..."

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief. If it takes a long time, then it is no longer cholera. Cholera will definitely not last long, and it is probably not dysentery.

He stopped a few more inquiries, and they all said that the diarrhea lasted for a long time, ranging from a few months to half a year, intermittently. Moreover, among the few patients with psychiatric symptoms, some also experienced diarrhea, nausea and vomiting.

so……

Symmetrical skin lesions, non-solar symptoms, gastrointestinal symptoms, psychiatric symptoms...

If these symptoms appear at the same time, what disease could it be?

skin disease?

Rheumatic immune disease?

Nutrient deficiency?

For some reason Gretel thought of beriberi. This disease, caused by vitamin B1 deficiency, can easily be confused with tinea pedis - even the names are similar.

But in fact, beriberi may affect the nervous and cardiovascular systems, with the former manifesting as peripheral neuritis, sensory and motor impairment, and the latter manifesting as weakness, fatigue, palpitations, shortness of breath, and even heart failure...

It's a bit similar to the disease in front of me. However, it's still not the same. Gretel always felt that he should be very close to the answer. There is one step left, only one step left!

Alas, but differential diagnosis is still needed. For example, mental illness may be combined with skin lesions and gastrointestinal symptoms in a certain disease, or it may be isolated; the woman may have suffered a major blow, and the old man may have Alzheimer's disease...

Diarrhea is more likely. You really can’t make a diagnosis hastily without looking at everyone!

He walked toward Master Knox's consulting room, the hay hut, and placed the shelter hut next to it. Look left, look right, and whistle loudly.

After a moment, the Silver Moon Deer arrived in response to the call, carrying Serila on its back:

"Apa, watch them here. If anyone is in trouble, throw a healing spell over there." Gretel stood on tiptoes and stroked the soft fur on Apa's head:

"Calling them in one by one, asking for medical history and physical examination. Serira, I told you to remember!"

"okay!"

The silver dragon girl happily agreed. He took the [Endless Ink Pen] and turned it over happily on his fingertips. Gretel looked around and called the guards:

"Please do me a favor and carry that guy who's bundled up into a ball—yes, that's the one, first!"

Tupac DeMille:! ! !

I'm getting closer to my goal!

Should we seize the time and take action?

That deer looks so strong! And that elf girl, I don’t know what level of ranger she is...

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ps: Enough information has been given, can anyone guess what the disease is?