"It's impossible, is it tuberculosis?"

Vicchiriko shook off the black cloth in front of her and paced back and forth in the lounge angrily, gasping for breath with excitement, her hands clasped tightly around her chest, desperate to strangle herself.

Four hours had passed since the group returned to the room, and it was reasonable that even the soldiers guarding the palace gate had begun to nap at this point, but Viklico had been talking to herself since the end of dinner, and "tuberculosis" was the sixth disease that Draenor had heard her talk about.

Draenor is all too familiar with this term, tuberculosis is almost incurable death in his hometown, he has seen its horror in the military camp, everyone originally thought it was just a cough caused by a cold or allergies, but in just over a year, the condition has deteriorated to the point of coughing up blood, even with the treatment of Sister Heidwin and others, only three of the twenty patients have been saved.

The most frightening thing is that as long as you come into contact with the droplets coughed up by the patient, you may become infected.

If the disease that has tormented King Will for a long time is really tuberculosis, that is to say, everyone who participated in the dinner may be infected with this disease, and the most troublesome thing is that the medical level of the Licus people is quite backward, in this case, no one can determine how long the Long King has been ill, in case he happens to die of the disease in these days, Draenor will lose the last chance to obtain the blood of the Long King.

"Miss Vicky, please calm down, I've heard of this disease, and it's not completely incurable!"

Jeanne finally stood up and stood in front of Viklico, everyone knew that no matter what kind of illness it was, they could only pin their hopes on Vikirico at the moment, and she had to calm down.

Vicrily sighed and sat down on the couch, and the moment she put her hand to her lips, the three of them fell silent. Draenor, in particular, wanted to hear Viklico's final answer.

"Weight loss, chest tightness and even coughing up blood, most of them are tuberculosis, and judging from King Will's previous performance, he has been infected for at least a year or two."

"In other words, has he long exceeded the onset period that a normal person can bear?" Draenor connected the numbers in her mouth to her own memories, and it seemed that the king was about to become terminally ill.

"Yes, but not exactly."

Viklily pulled out the empty vial from her bosom and walked to Jeanne's side.

"It depends on who is infected, tuberculosis is indeed an irrepressible disease for the Canaanites, but don't forget that King Will is also the wolf king in the eyes of the Likos, and the physical functions of the wolf clan are much stronger than those of the Canaanites. How could a great king die of a mere lung disease? ”

Draenor turned from sadness to joy, he had been in a state of high nervous tension, forgetting that all the people in the palace were enough to be called mythical monsters by the Canaanites except himself, and that Jeanna had been able to endure the snake venom for several days, and that King Will, who was also a wolfborn, was still the strongest symbol of the Lycos even in his old age.

He knew very well that the King's illness was a great opportunity for him, and although he couldn't get Vikily close to King Will as planned, they still had six days, even if they were infected with germs, and he had to find a way to get the blood of the Great King from the King's body.

"Although it is impossible to completely cure that old thing's disease in a short period of time, that is not our ultimate goal, as long as there is a chance for the Elder King to see my excellent medical skills, there will definitely be hope to get the blood of the Elder King!"

These words strengthened Draenor's confidence, but he still had a hint of doubt.

"So, how did you find a chance to prove your medical skills?"

There was a man's cough in the hallway, and Draenor suddenly remembered the inconspicuous presence. Everyone looked at each other and smiled, as if they had thought of the same solution, and it wasn't long before Jeanne had already crossed the corridor and led the middle-aged man into the room.

"Mr. Chad? Is there anything wrong with me looking for me so late? ”

The best chance of proving that was always in front of him, Draenor smiled and invited the other party to a seat, poured a cup of black tea and brought it to the table.

"You're sick, Garke."

The commander was about to take the black tea and taste it, but when he heard Draenor's concerned greeting, he put the teacup back on the table and said with a long sigh

"To tell you the truth, this disease has tormented me for almost ten years, and I don't know when it started to appear, as soon as I encounter dust or fur, I will cough, and even I have some doubts about whether this is a simple allergy."

It stands to reason that it is rare for a Canaanite to survive three years without treatment, and it is difficult for a strong Lycose to survive more than ten years after the onset of the disease.

Draenor knew very well that Gark was suffering from nothing more than a very common allergic cough, not even asthma, but it was not difficult to see that he himself did not know the truth about his illness based on the medical level of Snowway.

Vikirico pushed Draenor away and sat down next to Gark gently, holding out her hand against the other man's chin.

"Tell me, ah~"

"Ahh

"Very well, I can't see but I want you to keep your mouth as wide as you can. Now, inhale...... Exhale......"

Garke stiffened, he knew that this was some kind of diagnosis, and the poor commander was like a well-behaved child in front of the "old woman", and kept a comical expression according to what the other said.

Even Draenor almost couldn't stop laughing, and while it wasn't clear if Vickyli's black-clothed eyes could still see what was happening in front of her, anyone who had read a book would not believe that just listening to the sound of exhalation could diagnose something!

"Alas...... You've done a good job, you've done a great job. ”

Instead of immediately saying what Gark was doing, Vicilico shook her head and sighed softly.

"It's a shame that you're still so young......"

The words struck Galke's nerves like lightning, and he trembled visibly for a moment, then gasped and grabbed Viklico's hands.

"Woman, please speak clearly! I'm only in my early 100s this year, and everyone is counting on me to feed them! What is my disease? ”

Draenor quickly turned his head sideways and bit his lips, holding back his laughter, and even Jeanne couldn't help but turn around and walk out of the room, only Viklily insisted on playing the trick.

"To tell you the truth, you are a strong child, although you are not young, but I believe that you will not easily fall in the clutches of tuberculosis."

"Tuberculosis!?"

Garke almost fainted, he never thought that what was haunting him was the kind of terrible disease that could only be heard from legends.

"Have you noticed that your physical strength is not as good as before, and sometimes you will wake up coughing in your sleep, and you always feel stuffy in your chest, and you can't even drink water to relieve it?"

Garke nodded as he listened to the old woman in front of him, and the despair on his face became clearer as the frequency of his nods increased.

"It's too bad, unfortunately it's really a sign of tuberculosis."

Vicilico withdrew her hands from Garke's side and shook her shoulders slightly, as if hinting at something to Draenor.

Only then did he react, and quickly clarified his thoughts and took a step forward.

"Mother-in-law, didn't you work as a witch doctor in Canaan? This disease should be curable, right? ”

Vekily pursed her lips and nodded slightly, took out a copper metal needle from her backpack and held it up in front of Commander Gark.

"It can be cured, but it requires very ancient medical skills, and the current medical conditions are not ideal, and the process will be a little unacceptable, are you willing to try it?" Poor kid? ”

Gark couldn't help but swallow as he looked at the needle that glowed sharply in the light, and just as Vickirico was about to put it away, Garke immediately pulled out his right hand and grabbed Vicilico's wrist.

"Yes! Very willingly! As long as I can cure this damn disease, no matter how painful it is, I can accept it! ”

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