Chapter 12: Luck and Doom

The gloomy stone chambers, the mournful moans, the rancid breath, the dying murmurs.

Men and women, young and old, who were once alive, grew "epidemic tumors" under their armpits, slowly rotting and bleeding pus, and finally turned into puddles of rotten meat in despair.

The black-robed Grim Reaper, wielding a scythe, descended from the ceiling.

Countless unjust souls who are dead and unsightly have a miserable cry of despair

"Ahh

Sister Louise let out a heart-rending scream, aking from a religious nightmare.

After looking around the straw mat and the humble room, she reached out and touched her back, and now her shirt was wet with sweat.

Hey, even after two days and two nights of continuous labor, in a deep sleep exhausted and physically and mentally, can't you escape the nightmare of this plague?

“…… We are surrounded on all sides, but we are not trapped. I am troubled, but I am not disappointed. persecuted, but not discarded. If anyone who has served me, let him follow me. Where I am, there will be those who serve me. If anyone serves me, my Father will honor him. ”

She silently recited a few words of the Gospel, then smiled bitterly, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and involuntarily began to recall in her mind the nightmare of the past month or so: as the sick Italian fleet docked at the quays of Marseille, a terrible plague flooded the city like a tsunami. In just a few weeks, the dead were already countless, and there were empty houses everywhere.

From this point on, death ceased to be a soul keeper waiting to be reborn, but became a monster of forcible prey

Worse still, a murderous enemy may bring people together bravely, but an elusive illness can only make people fearful and distracted.

At the time of the catastrophe, the order of the city quickly became chaotic, and all the merchant ships that could escape were anchored and fled, and the nobles and wealthy merchants either fled from the country or closed their doors. The judges are also sick and sick, and they are dying, or they cannot find even one of their subordinates, and they will not be able to carry out their duties.

Before such a crisis, only the church was grudgingly fulfilling its obligations. Churches and monasteries did everything they could to accommodate groups of sick people, mobilizing all nuns and monks to help them...... It's a pity that what I have gained is nothing but despair or despair

There is no way, this plague that is exploding right now is really terrible, as long as a healthy person touches the clothes worn by the sick and the things he touches, he will incur a fatal illness. Even if you lock yourself in a clean mansion and try to live a pure-hearted life, you will get sick inexplicably. What's worse is that perhaps because the doctors in Marseille are too knowledgeable to find the real source of the disease, no one has been able to come up with an appropriate treatment until now...... Very few people are able to get cured, and most of them die within a few days of their illness

I watched the lives of all the kind and good people die one after another under my own care, and die in great pain and misery...... The mental shock of despair, frustration, and helplessness almost broke Sister Louise's heart

What's more, the nuns themselves who cared for the sick were constantly falling, and every day or two, a familiar figure disappeared from among the sisters. Even the priest who prayed for the sick on their deathbed had already died of illness and could now only be replaced by a fat man who had just graduated from seminary.

Especially Mama Teresa, who had the best relationship with her, had unfortunately contracted the plague before, and fell ill and suffered on the straw mattress... Wait, how long did I sleep? Thinking of this, Sister Louise struggled to her feet, trying to see if she still had time to give her friend one last ride. However, just as she was groggy and dressed up, she suddenly heard a noisy cheer and ecstatic laughter outside.

Laughter of delight? That's a rarity

She had been accustomed to moaning and weeping since the outbreak of the plague, but she had rarely seen anyone's smiling faces, and Sister Louise peeked curiously out of the window on the second floor of the dormitory, where a group of sisters and volunteers were gathered in the backyard of the hospital and cheered:

“…… Hail Mary, this is a miracle miracle"

“…… Hahahaha, God has finally appeared, we are saved"

“…… Great, thank God for finally having a way to defeat the plague."

“…… Sir Bacon is a lucky man to be blessed by God."

…… This...... This, the meaning of this statement, could it be that there is a plague patient who has been cured?

As soon as she thought of this, Sister Louise, who was lying on the window, opened her eyes in an instant, then turned around and put on a pair of wooden shoes, and rushed to the hospital as fast as she could, excitedly wanting to see what was going on.

As soon as he reached the back door of the hospital, he smelled a strong odor coming from it—because of Knight Levi's repeated instructions, the floor of the wards in this hospital had been limeed since the first patients of the Black Death were contained, and the remaining lime had been smeared on the walls. In the center of the ward, a pot of boiling vinegar is boiled in a small pot and a stove, which is boiled from morning to night, so that the room is forever filled with a sour smell......

Sister Louise, who had never left Marseille in her life, and whose vision and knowledge were limited, did not understand why Lord Levi did such a strange thing, and even suspected for a moment that this was some kind of heresy or cult ritual. However, after setting up a small pot and boiling vinegar, although the patients did not get better, there were indeed fewer healthy people infected each week, and the doctor in the city also said that this practice was the same as burning incense wood to clean the air, so Louise was relieved later—and more importantly, the influx of deaths made her have no time to think about it.

Entering the room through a small shabby door, she saw at a glance Sir Levi, wearing a grey-white mask made of linen, going from patient to patient, making rounds and making cameos as doctors, occasionally handing out small white pills to the patients orally, or applying some kind of powder to their abscesses...... Each patient thanked Sir so much that he was moved to tears.

What made Sister Louise even more excited was that Mama Teresa, who had been paralyzed with a high fever before, was now able to sit up on her own, gossiping with the rest of the patients, while slowly drinking a bowl of hot cereal porridge......

- Although her face was still very haggard, and although she coughed a few times from time to time, in any case, Mother Teresa's condition did improve.

“… Mama Teresa, God forbid, you're really getting better, how does it feel? ”

Sister Louise swooped and rushed to Mama Teresa's side, holding her hand and crouching down, "...... Let me take a closer look."

“…… It's okay, it's okay, good boy. You see, I'm much better. God teaches us that when dealing with those who are grieving, God will wipe away a tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, nor mourning, nor wailing, nor pain, for the former things are gone. ”

Mama Teresa put down the wooden bowl with the hot porridge, smiled kindly, and reached out to rub Louise's head—admittedly, she was not in good health at all, her mind was still groggy, her body was still sore and painful, and her skin still had some puffiness and ecchymosis...... But in any case, her condition has indeed improved greatly, and it seems that she will not return to the arms of the Lord for at least a short time

“…… Thanks to the wonderful elixir that Sir bought from overseas at great expense, today's miracle is possible, Louise, we should all thank him for his kindness and generosity, and pray to God for him" Another middle-aged nun also came over and explained to Louise, "The good man will be blessed by God, may this righteous man who saved everyone be happy and glorious forever......"

However, despite being regarded by many patients and nuns as miracle creators, and even divine beings, Knight Levi himself was not very satisfied with the practical effects of sulfonamides—for those who had just contracted the disease and had mild symptoms, sulfonamide powder and sulfonamide tablets were indeed effective. But for those seriously ill patients whose skin has been ulcerated extensively, the bactericidal effect of sulfonamides is a bit insufficient.

Should you give them a streptomycin injection? But I don't think I've ever given anyone an injection in my life

Thinking of this, Sir Levi furrowed his brow in a headache, and stole a glance at the disposable syringes and small potion bottles hidden in his pocket, he was really not sure that he could find the veins in the patients, and he did not know if these medieval Europeans could accept such a fashionable treatment.

Then, he looked down at a little mouse that had flown past the ward and fled through the door, and he couldn't help frowning......

“…… In any case, these infectious agents carrying germs must be eliminated in a way that is ...... It's a pity that you can't even get cats in this hellish place, and I don't know when Doraemon and the gang will come here again and bring me the cat and mouse trap I wanted......"

- What Levi didn't know was that just as the epidemic on his side was starting to improve, there was an unexpected plague on Doraemon's side.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Doraemon plane, Tokyo, Japan, Nobiya

“…… Oh oh oh my God, how did Nobi-kun become like this? What's wrong with him?? ”

Doraemon, who had just finished a time trip, was standing on the desk drawer with a look of surprise and an incredible exclamation.

In front of him, the unlucky Nobita classmate was lying in the quilt sickly, his face flushed, and even ominous abscesses and dark spots were faintly visible, and the toilet paper balls thrown in the wastepaper basket around him were still shocking with blood

Before that, Doraemon had just taken a trip to the 22nd century on a time machine, and through the connections of several acquaintances in the Guò Time and Space Administration, he arranged for Knight Levi's wife to go to the 22nd century maternity hospital to give birth

“…… What else could it be? Isn't it obvious? He's suffering from the Black Death."

Wang Qiu, who was sitting cross-legged next to Nobi Nobita, pouted and replied while putting away the [Automatic Medical Box], "...... Fortunately, it's early, and if you sweat again with a shot of special medicine, you'll probably be fine. However, it is inevitable that I will lose my body and energy, and I am afraid that I will have to ask for leave from the school today and tomorrow......"

“…… How is this possible? After the Black Death is going on over there, didn't I vaccinate everyone? Doraemon exclaimed.

“…… I'm sorry, but I was afraid of the injection, so I secretly hid the vaccine and didn't use it...... Ahem"

As if hearing a noise, Nobita struggled to raise his neck, looked at Doraemon and replied, "...... I'm sorry, Doraemon, and the vaccines you gave to Xiaofu, Shizuka, and Fat Tiger, I didn't pass them on......"

“…… So...... "Doraemon suddenly had a sense of foreboding," ...... Xiaofu and Fat Tiger are also ......"

“…… That's right, all four elementary school students are sick, as a child with weak resistance, wandering around the Black Death epidemic area, and still afraid of pain and not vaccination, this really doesn't know how death is written, for such a thing as plague, we modern people have no immunity like ancient people......"

Wang Qiu shook his head and sighed, "...... I've treated each of them, the situation is not too strict, as long as you rest for a few days, you should be fine, but the next few crossings, don't let them participate again, otherwise it's really unreassuring......"

“…… I'm afraid that's all it can be. It's not that I don't play with them, it's that they're dying. ”

Doraemon jumped out of Nobita's desk drawer, sat down cross-legged on the tatami mat and said, "...... What about Professor Guo? Is the fracture okay? Didn't you infect this stupid guy with the plague."

“…… Thank you for your concern, Comrade Xiao Wang has already vaccinated me, and the medical technology of the 22nd century is really extraordinary."

Before Doraemon's words fell, Professor Guo Jing pushed the door through the door and paced in from the outside with a cane, "...... However, there's one thing I'd like to discuss with you, Doraemon. He let go of his crutches and sat down on the tatami mat, "...... The next time you travel to the Middle Ages, can you take me with you? ”

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!