For such people, the other doctors in Heidelberg gave them a uniform nickname, 'Moth'.

When a person is withdrawn, it is easy to be ostracized, and when a person is excluded, it is easy to be attacked, whether it is a 'freak' or a moth, it can be counted as an attack on Dr. Nobel.

However, Dr. Nobel didn't care about these things at all, he still did his own thing, and he stayed in his room every day doing his own thing.

Nobel was not bad at interacting with people, in fact he was very popular in his hometown, and the children in the village affectionately called him 'Uncle Nobel'.

Almost every family in the village has received his help to some degree, and his medical skills are very high in the local area, and even the well-informed local priests have praised Mr. Nobel's medical skills as comparable to those of the king's famous doctors.

Coming to Heidelberg was entirely a spontaneous act of Mr. Nobel, who had never been told of him, but he had just heard that there were many patients in need of help, and he rushed over with determination.

From the very beginning, he didn't care about those gold coins, let alone those honors.

All Mr. Nobel really cared about was the solution to the Black Death, and he was willing to pay any price to achieve it.

In the eyes of many people, people like this are either geniuses or madmen, and Mr. Nobel can be said to be somewhere in between, he is both a genius and a madman.

He was so crazy that he secretly bought the blood of a Black Death patient from a soldier on the front line behind everyone's back, so that he could get a first-hand sample, fresh Black Death germs, in a rudimentary glass flask, on his test bench.

This kind of behavior can be said to be crazy to the extreme, and because of this, he can't be a partner with anyone else, the Black Death sample is very important, and it is difficult to guarantee that others will not tell him if they know about it.

With the help of these samples, he was able to perform a variety of experiments and obtain first-hand observations, which are arguably the most valuable information, far more reliable than the written information obtained by other doctors.

As the experiment progressed, the characteristics of the Black Death were gradually revealed to Nobel, who used a variety of animals to conduct experiments, from mice to domestic dogs, domestic cats, to various birds, reptiles, let them be exposed to the Black Death, and then observe the symptoms.

Dr. Nobel's room had a huge sealed iron stove with a high chimney leading to the outside, and many people noticed that even in the spring when the temperature warmed up, puffs of black smoke would come out of that chimney.

Nobel lit the stove not to keep warm, but to burn the carcasses of animals that had died of the Black Death, and only the flame could purify this terrible germ, with the help of which the secret of Dr. Nobel was never revealed.

These days, his research has entered a critical period, with three half-man-high iron cages placed on one side of the room containing monkeys that had just been bought from the circus, and this time Dr. Nobel decided to use them for experiments.

"Hmm...... The disease is indeed very tenacious, but I have found several substances that can suppress it somewhat, but it is still difficult to completely eradicate it. ”

In the room, Dr. Nobel stared ahead and said to himself, his voice becoming very dull through the thick mask.

On the table in front of him, a transparent glass cover was placed, and a small monkey infected with the disease was lying inside, and some obvious signs of lesions had begun to appear on its body, and black patches gradually emerged from the surface of its body, and it also began to show signs of sepsis.

Dr. Nobel stretched out his right hand to lift the lid on the glass cover, then took out a small bottle, opened the mouth of the bottle, and slowly poured the transparent liquid into the little monkey's body.

As soon as the liquid came into contact with the monkey's body, it began to evaporate, turning into some milky white mist that looked like magic.

The fog gradually covered the little monkey's body, and through the hood, it was no longer possible to see the little monkey's condition.

The glass cover has ventilation ducts, and the little monkey stays inside without worrying about suffocation, and Dr. Nobel breathes a sigh of relief, the liquid that emits a white mist is his research result, and the rats that were infected with the Black Death before gradually got better after being wrapped in this white mist, and the symptoms caused by the Black Death disappeared little by little.

Infected rats were later put together with other healthy mice, and there were no signs of contagion.

The current experiment on monkeys infected with the Black Death is an important attempt by Dr. Nobel, and if it succeeds, the next step is to experiment on humans.

"Whew, I hope it can be successful." Dr. Nobel let out a sigh of relief, then took a few steps back and took off the mask and gloves he was wearing.

Looking at his watch, it was already six o'clock in the evening, and it was time to finish eating, Dr. Nobel cleaned up briefly, walked out of the room, locked the door, and walked towards the restaurant not far away.

He would go to dinner at this time every day, return to the lab after dinner and continue working, wait until after 10 o'clock to stop working and go to bed, and wake up at 6 o'clock the next morning to continue working.

From the first day he arrived, this schedule has not changed, he is like a pilgrim, bowing his head along his own path, step by step, he is like a king in his own kingdom, guarding his own territory, from beginning to end, unchanged.

On this day, while he was finishing his meal, two uninvited guests quietly broke into his kingdom.

"Hey, what's going on Oakle, I'll just say he's not at home at this point, come, let's see what he's hiding in the room for, I'm a little suspicious of him as a wizard."

A diminutive middle-aged man whispered, with a finger-sized mole on his chin and a black hair attached to it, his facial features sunken as if he had been punched, and his hair was messy as if he had been bitten by a wild dog.

The other was short and fat, like a winter melon standing on the ground, the hair on his head was thin, and he was already half bald, and he said with a smile: "Hey, Lubits, you really have some skills, you can actually get the key from the landlord, what, is the landlord your relative?" ”

"Leave that alone, let's go inside, he'll be back soon." Lubitz said with a smirk, then reached out and pushed the door open, and walked inside.