It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

Since the advent of antibiotics, they have swept through everything and advanced human medical capabilities by a big step.

Elder Erwin's "living antibiotic therapy" also played a decisive role in the treatment of this plague.

How effective is a 70% reduction in treatment costs?

The Order of the God of Nature, with its previous healing power, could probably cure 30 to 35 people a day. The War God Temple is similar. Together, the two families can heal about sixty or seventy people.

On the first day of large-scale patient admission, 528 patients were admitted to the Glory Cathedral. The next day, the City Guards led people to search the entire city and arrested 317 more people. Among the family members of the patients in the cathedral, more than 200 people were detected to be ill and were directly dragged to the treatment area.

The number of these patients has exceeded the current treatment capacity by nearly ten times.

Grete had to divide the patients into severe patients and mild patients according to whether they could get up, and place them in separate areas. Then, he persuaded the two leaders of the cult to issue a strict order that the treatment could only be used on seriously ill patients, and it could only be maintained, not cured;

As for patients with mild symptoms, they need to rest in bed, be given sugar and salt water, and only be allowed to eat liquid food. This is the end of their care. There is no extra healing power to share with them!

Such a two-pronged approach was able to barely maintain the situation from collapse. Although none of the patients admitted have recovered so far - most patients with acute bacillary dysentery recover within 1 to 2 weeks - at least no one has died.

The day after the "living antibiotic treatment method" appeared, that is, the day after the priests learned the improved version of magic, and after eight hours of sleep, the magic was restored, the light of the treatment swept across the entire critical area!

"12 beds healed!"

"25 beds healed!"

"39 beds healed!"

"57 beds healed!"

Shouts came and went. Proud, joyful, excited. One, two, twenty, fifty. In the end, all the patients in the critical area got out of bed and flocked to their family members in the mild area or isolation area:

"Little Ava, mom is okay!"

"John, I'm fine! I'm fine!"

"Mom! My stomach doesn't hurt anymore! Mom! Mom, why are you crying..."

Gretel stood at the door of the intensive care area, looking at the patients pouring out one after another, smiling sincerely. Everywhere you look, mothers are hugging their children, wives are hugging their husbands, and old people are hugging young children.

Every face is filled with joy. Even the patients in the mild disease area who have not been treated by treatment still have the light of hope shining on their faces——

Those who were seriously ill have been cured, and now it’s their turn!

"Little Grete, it's all thanks to you this time." A hand patted his shoulder heavily. Before Grete could react, he was knocked down by the slap and became shorter on the spot. He reflexively exclaimed:

"Your Majesty Bishop!"

"Hahahaha!" The bald bishop pulled him up smoothly: "Little Gretel, why are you still as weak as a chicken! Look at your teacher, you are still able to fight with me at such an old age!"

"I'm a mage! A mage!" Gretel retorted loudly. The bald bishop pushed him forward. The next moment, the priests swarmed up, regardless of gender, age, the Church of God or the Temple of God of War. Throw upward:

"We did it! We did it!"

"we won!"

"Little Gretel, you are great!"

They couldn't help but cheer.

The healers standing here, the younger ones are fine, the older ones, even if they have not experienced it, have heard about the coming of the plague.

The nobles can escape, the mages can close the door and ignore it, but they, the healers, have only one choice to go up for their faith and compassion for the believers.

I originally thought that I would try my best and exhaust myself again and again;

I originally thought it would take half a month, a month or even longer;

I originally thought that they would send away ten, a hundred, or even more dead patients...

Who would have thought that surviving the first day would survive the second day. An autopsy, an experiment, the details of the release of the healing technique changed again and again, and on the third day they saw the light!

Gretel also wanted to be excited with them. However, at this moment, he was thrown up high and saw the floor approaching and moving away again and again. In the midst of panic and dizziness, he couldn't help but scream:

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah put me down! Put me down! Help! Teacher, help me -"

Elder Erwin admired the disciple's embarrassment for a while, then took Gretel down and dispersed the crowd. Seeing the priests disperse in twos and threes to treat those with mild symptoms, the elder smiled and sighed with emotion:

"Little Gretel, it turns out that you admitted to me that you were not the enlightened person of the God of Nature, and I believed it. But now - I don't believe it anymore."

If not for divine revelation, where could this unheard-of knowledge and complete system of techniques come from?

Gretel was silent. He recalled those books that were taller than a human being, those surgical instruments that shone with cold light, and those dazzling array of medicines. After a moment, he shook his head firmly:

"No. They - are not gods."

They are seekers who risk their lives and steal corpses in the dark night to study the structure of the human body;

They are researchers who have passed on the legacy and climbed up on the shoulders of their predecessors;

They are kind and strict teachers who spare no effort in teaching through words and deeds...

Only not God.

In other words, calling them gods would be a real blasphemy against them.

Elder Erwin suddenly laughed. He smiled and shook his head: "You, at this moment, you look like a mage. You have no respect for the gods. You always feel that you can do the same thing as them by relying on human strength."

of course. We always have. Gretel answered silently in his heart. When the sky is cracked, we mend it; when floods come, we control the water; when diseases are prevalent, we taste the herbs and treat them ourselves...

Don’t beg, don’t pray, rely on your own efforts, unite as one.

If all mages in this world are like this, then I am indeed a born mage.

Gretel turned his eyes. Looking at the priests with cheerful smiles and the mild patients with bright and hopeful faces, it was like seeing the patients in the makeshift hospital who got up from their beds and started to do Tai Chi with the doctors. He smiled softly and turned around:

"Teacher, I'm going in first. There are still a lot of things to do!"

"what are you up to?"

"As I said before, we need to find the source of this plague - only by finding the source of infection and interrupting the chain of transmission can we completely stop this plague!"

Gretel answered as he walked forward. The pace is getting faster and faster, and the voice shouting orders is getting louder and more determined:

"Go and get water! Take a portion from every water source in the city, whether it's rivers, ditches or wells, and remember the location to deliver it!"

"Wash all the plates and dishes! Wash the glass too! Put it in the steamer and steam it! Make another pot of aspic!"

"Find more rabbits! At least 20!"

"Run! Quick!"

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Cleared! Cleared! The serious condition has been cleared! Mild symptoms are coming soon!

Little Gretel is awesome!

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