A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 879: The Great Plague of Nederland
Regardless of how enormous the potential of these heretics who deny the Holy See may be in the future, and even if they can eventually split and shake the authority of the Holy See, their current power is still very weak.
—Therefore, all the Council can do at present is to observe them cautiously. Notify our allies across the sea to offer some protection and resources to prevent them from dying out before they have the chance to grow...
Meanwhile, the war with the Holy See and the Kingdom of Brolin must continue, with gritted teeth, day by day, earnestly fighting on.
Garrett, after completing his phase of coursework, finally left Nevis again to embark on his mission.
"Your Excellency, the large room is full again! What should we do? Can we squeeze them in a bit more? Change from 10 people per room to 15 people per room?"
As soon as he arrived at the quarantine site, the person in charge came rushing over to ask. Garrett recalled the situation in the area slightly and shook his head decisively:
"No! The current density is already at its limit. If it gets any denser, the infection rate will increase rapidly, and your treatment efficiency won't keep up!"
"But it’s been raining these days! The weather forecast shows rain for the next month. We can’t let them stay out in the rain!"
"I'll handle it!"
Garrett looked around and found a vacant plot of land. He planted his oak staff into the ground, and eight green leaves swayed silently. The vegetation rustled, moving according to his will:
"Grow! Grow! Grow!"
Weeds moved and vines entangled. Using the straight and tall tree trunks as the foundation, the intertwined vines as walls, and the freely growing leaves as filling, treehouses emerged one by one:
"These can shield from the wind and rain and can be temporarily used for living. I'll apply for more resources—anyway, if they want the population, they must invest in me!"
"Your Excellency, recently, the number of sick people has increased too much, and the turnover rate of hospital beds has dropped drastically!"
At the next quarantine point, another person in charge came to complain. Garrett requested the booklet to take a look:
"Knights do not need quarantine inspection. As long as on-site checks show no signs of illness or fever, allow them to move freely within the quarantine area! Barbarians also do not need quarantine unless there are obvious problems!"
Make room for me! Then, increase the supply of potions and the supply of healing divine spells to speed up the recovery of the sick!
Garrett constantly changed his appearance and name. Relying on his identity as a special envoy of the Council for epidemic prevention, he ran along the coast for 1000 kilometers, visiting dozens of epidemic prevention points continuously—
Luck was on his side; this time it was smooth sailing without encountering any suspected attacks. Perhaps the previous attacks were severe enough to deter them temporarily, or they couldn't find him for now...
Then, Garrett hurried back to Nevis with the information, throwing it in front of MOSS with a bang:
"I knew it, more work again..."
Before he could issue an order, the Tower Spirit had already responded lazily with a faint glow.
Garrett: "..."
MOSS, how did you become like this? You weren't like this before, MOSS!
I didn’t force you to work 996 or 007, nor did I make you sign a "Struggler Agreement" or a "Voluntary Pay Cut Agreement!"
I didn't make you optimize at 35, carrying a mortgage of millions, and supporting two kids, throwing you out into society directly!
I didn't make you compete in bidding, keeping only those who cut their pay the least and firing all the others! I didn’t make you compete with the Tower Spirit from the hospital next door; I didn’t make you compete!
At most... at most, I just didn’t give you a salary, and besides, you, as a Tower Spirit, don’t need a salary. Who needs money as a Tower Spirit?
And when you needed upgrades or energy, I didn’t shortchange you on energy, so why are you acting like you don’t want to work?
"MOSS, scan these documents and compare them with the previous data." He ignored the Tower Spirit's complaints and directly ordered:
"Plot the proportion of patients each period, the proportion of each disease, and draw trend curves. Make one for each quarantine point and a total one so I can see if there’s any change in trends!"
"Yes, master..."
MOSS answered weakly. With a swoosh, four invisible servants appeared, each extending two hands, starting to help the Tower Spirit flip through the records.
Garrett walked with his hands behind his back, swaying as he went to his room—
Having been outside for so many days, let me have a good soak in the bath!
"Come down for training first! You haven't done your knight training today! Training must be persistent and cannot be interrupted even for a day!"
"Ahhhhh——"
Garrett screamed. Why is it so hard to advance from a Level 4 Warrior to a Knight? Can’t I just take a pill and level up...
Having painstakingly created the Direct Current Reversion Spell, he couldn’t even protect himself, which was too painful...
He sluggishly changed clothes, put on a weighted vest, and went down to run laps, lift barbells, wield swords, and spar with old Morgan.
Aurora had completed her two-month battlefield mission and returned safely. Now seemingly enlightened, she stayed in the Mage Tower every day drawing spell models;
And old Morgan, having finished his protection mission, was back training with him every day...
A Level 14 veteran knight who had trained countless warriors, rich in experience and with much sharper eyes than Bernard’s. Any slight thought of slacking off would be met with a stern roar:
"Do that move 20 more times!"
After a round of sparring, Garrett was gasping for breath, his last bit of energy squeezed out. He struggled to reach under himself, releasing a floating disc to carry him back to his room and into the bath...
"Boss, the calculations are done. Do you want to see them?"
"MOSS, can’t you leave me alone while I’m bathing?"
"But boss, you used to like looking at documents while bathing, saying it didn’t require brain power and didn’t waste time!"
Garrett: "..."
This Tower Spirit can’t be kept! It’s even learned to talk back to its master!
He reluctantly sat up a bit in the water, looking at the images projected by the Tower Spirit. After looking at just two charts, he sat up straight with a swoosh:
"MOSS, speed up!"
"Yes, boss!"
The Tower Spirit accelerated instantly. Garrett had to concentrate fully to keep up with the rapidly changing images: point by point, disease by disease, chart by chart...
Most points showed a clear upward trend starting this spring. Breaking it down by disease—dysentery, chickenpox, smallpox, leprosy, diphtheria, tuberculosis...
The infection rates of these diseases hadn’t increased; in fact, they had slightly decreased. Garrett squinted slightly:
With the total number of patients rising and the infection rates of certain diseases declining, there must be a dominant disease. Which one? Which disease is starting to spread widely?
The images flipped rapidly. Cholera, no; anthrax, no; damn, please don’t let it be the plague!
Thank goodness, it’s not the plague either...
Damn, it’s typhoid fever!
Among the poor, merchants and craftsmen, soldiers—logically, soldiers, being relatively strong, shouldn’t fall ill easily. However, according to Garrett’s report, the proportion of soldiers recuperating in the Kingdom of Kent with typhoid fever has significantly increased!
Even Level 3, Level 4 warriors, and knights showed an increased infection rate! No doubt about it, no doubt about it, the densely populated military camps with poor hygiene conditions would erupt terribly once infected...
Typhoid fever isn’t something to be trifled with. That massive typhoid fever outbreak in the late Han Dynasty seemed to have killed half or more of the population!
Of course, traditional Chinese medicine's "typhoid" and Western medicine's "typhoid fever" aren’t the same; but every infectious disease, even if it’s a Class B infectious disease, given the chance, can kill until rivers of blood flow!
"MOSS! Arrange a meeting with the medical evaluation committee!" Garrett jumped out of the bath, rushing straight out. Bang, he hit the door:
"Ouch! MOSS, what are you doing!"
"Master, you once authorized me," MOSS’s voice was extremely innocent:
"To stop you whenever you run out of the bathroom without clothes..."
"......"
The information Garrett brought was highly valued by the Council. The medical branch’s evaluator smiled, spreading out a report and beckoning Garrett over:
"Mage Nordmark, your data greatly corroborates the information we’ve received. Our current reports indicate a massive typhoid fever outbreak in Nederland, especially in military camps on both sides!"
"Yes, the extensive spread indicates that the situation in Nederland is already very serious." Garrett nodded vigorously.
If there are no data on the outbreak of foreign epidemics, the extent of the spread can be roughly estimated through the spillover numbers—what’s the formula for this estimation?
He seemed never to have studied it... This falls under public health, not clinical practice...
"Extremely serious." The office door creaked open, and the Illusion branch’s evaluator walked in with a pile of documents:
"The latest war reports indicate that fighting in Nederland has temporarily ceased, with both sides busy dealing with the plague—not only in the military camps but also among the civilians in Nederland and the central
regions of the Carolingian Kingdom, the Ardennes, Anjou, and Upper and Lower Lorraine..."
He waved his hand, revealing a map. On the map, large red dots spread outward from the front lines of the two armies, shockingly conspicuous.
Garrett sighed deeply. Once a military camp is infected, and the front line is infected, it’s impossible not to spread— 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Transporting grain and fodder, military supplies and pay, evacuating wounded soldiers, all these actions can cause large-scale personnel movement. If the Nederland region can be extensively infected, the rear of the kingdom’s army won’t be any better off.
Based on his experience, any epidemic, once it reaches the outbreak and pandemic stages, cannot be suppressed by medical resources or divine resources...
"Streptomycin can treat typhoid fever." Garrett suddenly stood up, facing the two evaluators, speaking urgently:
"I recommend mass-producing streptomycin formulations to supply the front lines and use them as domestic epidemic reserves. I can offer discounts on patent fees, or even temporarily waive them, but the production must be carried out by summoning Nature Priests..."
Can you manage to speed up the production alone?
You’re an 8th level Nature Priest now!
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