"Lady Lyanna, Parral is no more, go and take a look!"

On a cold winter night, the soldiers of Blackhammer Fort, who were in charge of guarding the sick, ran to the monastery in a panic, found the chief priest Lyanna, and reported the situation in the isolation hut.

According to the guards, Parral was fine a few days ago, and his condition is slowly stabilizing and gradually improving. But I don't know why, last night, I suddenly had a high fever that didn't go away, I thought it would be better during the day today, but I didn't expect the situation to worsen. There were even symptoms such as edema and coughing up blood.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Wrapped in a thick cloak, Lyanna angrily asked the guards in a questioning tone. In the priestess's view, life was so important that delaying treatment was tantamount to murder.

"I thought he would get better on his own...... We've all been like this before......"

"Did you get the plague before?!"

The priestess shouted angrily. The guard was silent, and it was his job to keep Lyanna safe and carry out all her orders. Of course, Lyanna did not slander him, he did not have the plague before, although he had been wounded on the battlefield, but it was not the plague. The wounds of the sword can be healed by themselves, the soldiers know it, and, in most cases, they do rely on their own physical fitness to carry it, so when they encounter such a situation, they will not take it seriously.

On a cold night, Lyanna wrapped up in a tight coat, a mink coat given to her by Rhodes, and was wearing a double cashmere jacket, cashmere socks on her legs, and a warm corset on the inside, but even so, she still felt cold. It was the coldest winter she'd ever had since she arrived at Blackhammer.

Even after a short distance, Lyanna felt her hands and feet freeze. Finally led by the guards to break into the hut, Parral was already lying on a sickbed and dying. The situation was even more serious than the guards described, not only was he edema, coughing up blood, but the whole person was about to collapse, some of the pus on his skin had been broken, and the pus stuck to the mattress, emitting a foul smell.

His face was covered with lumps, his lips were swollen like sausages, and his eyes were dull under balls of flesh. It seems that even breathing has become difficult. No sooner had Lyanna approached than Parral threw up on her side, filthy vomit mixed with blood and undigested porridge and even melted internal organs. There was a fishy smell in the basin.

The female physician who accompanied her suddenly felt sick to her stomach, but she couldn't help it, she was the chief priest's subordinate, and she had to assist her in completing this healing task.

"How so? I obviously treated him with cold compresses and internal administration. ”

Lyanna approached the patient and sat down to take a closer look at the festering wounds. She applied the wounds herself, the iced pepper powder mixed with goat's milk, which was the most conventional treatment, and rat fever was not a deadly disease, so why could it not be cured for so long?

Isn't Parral suffering from rat fever? Are there other diseases?

Lyanna asked herself inwardly.

But she doesn't know the specific reason, if there are other diseases, then, will they be compatible with rat fever, or will they be aggravated by superimposing? Some diseases will restrain each other, that is, fight poison with poison, but some diseases do not restrain each other, but exist in the patient's body at the same time, aggravating the deterioration of the condition. As it stands, Parral is definitely not the only disease he is suffering from, and there is no conflict between the other disease and murine fever, on the contrary, it eats away at Parral's body together with murine fever. Let's read books

"What do we do now?"

The accompanying female physician asked in a whisper.

"I'll try again, if it doesn't work, I can only try the treatment and try other drugs on him. ”

Lyanna replied with a frown. He then asked the guards to stand guard outside the door, and no one was allowed to enter until the prayer service was over. Ask another guard to bring a cup of hot water. It is used for disinfection and sterilization. She's going to have a surgical procedure.

"Kill me...... Please, kill me......"

The patient struggled in bed, his pain was palpable, but Lyanna did not give up, as a devout Shalak believer, she would not give up on treatment as long as the patient still had a breath.

Soon, the female physician poured dwarven liquor into the patient's mouth, forced him to drink it, and shoved a piece of cork into his mouth, "Bear with me." It will alleviate your pain. ”

By the time the guards brought in the hot tub, Lyanna was ready, all kinds of medical scalpels, scissors, and gauze were placed on the table, and medical gloves were put on, and Lyanna was ready to take a desperate gamble.

"The water is not warm enough, so it is heated directly on a charcoal basin. ”

She spoke in a commanding tone, and then went up to the patient, and she was going to remove the most infected arm of Parral, which was covered with dense pockets of pus, almost necrotic, like grapes on a vine, some of which were squeezed out, and the pus was red and yellow, and covered it, and looked very disgusting. Lyanna originally thought that it could be controlled with a cold compress of ice pepper, but now it seems that the effect of ice pepper alone can no longer control the condition. It can only be solved with the most primitive and crude methods.

Parral went down with a pot of spirits, already in a daze. I don't even have the power to say no.

It wasn't until the wine was in full swing that Lyanna began to use the knife, however, as soon as the knife was blown, Parral came to his senses again. The severe pain swept away the drunkenness, and all of a sudden the whole person tensed, and several pus pockets were swollen and burst, and pus spurted out, almost staining Lyanna's clothes. Thankfully, the ropes tied him up, making it impossible for Paral to break free.

Parral's face twisted, and he bit the cork stick wildly, blood streaming from his mouth. But Lyanna was unmoved, and continued to concentrate on the operation, she had treated many wounded people who had been carried down from the battlefield before, and it was very common to break hands and feet......

In the midst of a scream, the necrotic arm was unloaded by the priestess little by little, and the blackened blood stained the large sackcloth, and Lyanna called out to the goddess of mercy in her heart while operating to stop the bleeding...... Finally, half an hour later, Sarak's miracle struck, and a faint golden light appeared on Lyanna's hand, and at the same time, after each stroke, the patient's wound healed automatically. There is no longer a need for stitching and hemostasis. Along with the physical healing, the spiritual healing was also synchronized, and the expression on Parral's face slowly dissolved, and he no longer struggled in pain, as if he was being caressed by a pair of invisible hands, and slowly fell asleep......

A look of surprise and even adoration appeared on the face of the female doctor on the side. They have believed in the goddess of mercy for so long, and rarely have a manifestation, but today, it can be regarded as a time for her to see it.

With the miracle, the operation proceeded rapidly, and the blood in the basin slowly turned from black to red, which was the normal color of blood, which meant that the patient's body was slowly healing. Lyanna smiled, she breathed a sigh of relief and put down the scalpel. Looking at the infected person on the hospital bed with a smile on his face, he had hope of being cured.

However, just when everyone thought that Parral had been cured, an unexpected picture appeared, only to see the golden light around Paral quickly disappear, and Parrado seemed to be possessed by an illness and reinfected with the epidemic again. At the place where the arm was removed, new pustules quickly formed, the skin festered at an accelerated pace, and a terrifying aura lingered throughout the room, as if a powerful force was manipulating the disease and devouring Pavado on the hospital bed......