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

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Gretel.

The father, who was carrying his daughter on his back, had a thin body and a stooped back. He tried hard to spread his shoulders, which were not broad, in order to make his little daughter lie down more comfortably.

The mother holding her son had chapped lips and sunken eye sockets. She was curled up and leaning against the wall, still gently stroking the baby in her arms.

The daughter supported her mother and tried her best to hold her mother's shoulders with her young shoulders to prevent the woman from falling to the ground...

Each patient and each patient’s family member.

Infancy, youth, maturity, gray hair.

This room is the residence of Elder Erwin in the city, and is also where the Order of the God of Nature often gathers. At this moment, at least five people in the cult are busy. But the priest's daily treatment skills are limited after all. No matter how busy he is, no matter how hard he works, he can't cope with the endless number of patients.

In fact, because Elder Erwin stopped the treatment and spoke to Gretel, the commotion in the crowd grew from near to far, from small to large, and suddenly surged like a wave.

"Elder, help me!"

"Please...save my mother..."

"My son is dying...please look at him...look at him..."

The crowd surged forward. One after another, eager hands, thin, shriveled, and tattered, stretched out unsteadily, almost grabbing Gretel's face. Elder Erwin subconsciously grabbed Gretel and pulled him behind him:

"Little Gretel, no, you can't leave them like this..."

"But it's even more impossible not to leave!" Grete dragged him hard. "Teacher, for such a big plague, the whole city must be mobilized together! The city lord has run away, and we must rely on ourselves! It's not possible to rely on healers alone, it's not possible to rely on us alone!"

His eyes were on fire, his arms were shaking, and his breathing was ragged. He had seen this situation before, and he had just faced it directly before traveling through his previous life——

The patient's family members pushed and fought desperately to get a hospital bed, or at least a chance to be diagnosed and treated; while the exhausted doctors cried out "There is nothing we can do..."

What's even more frightening is that at that time, they were not facing intestinal infectious diseases, but respiratory diseases. The virus is spread by droplets, and the only protection they have when facing patients on the front line is a thin medical mask...

That time, before support arrived, they filled it in with flesh and blood. One batch after another, one after another.

"Teacher! I have seen such a big epidemic! I know what to do! Teacher, you believe me!"

He's seen it, he's experienced it, he's fought it.

That time nearly 20 years ago, when he was still a student, he was protected by his teachers and blocked in the school gate;

During the earthquake, he had just become a resident doctor and was not eligible to be transferred. He could only stand his ground and grit his teeth after the teachers were transferred;

Not long ago, he found the protective clothing used by his predecessors. He was dressed in white and holding armor, charging forward...

However, without the support of the whole society and the unity of the people to fight against the epidemic, it will only become a hopeless sacrifice every time, without exception.

Elder Erwin stood up straight. He has been working on a composting project outside the city for the past few days. He has to choose the location, shape, depth and composting method of digging pits. Everything must be designed and recorded. He is extremely busy. I have been so busy today. On the first day I brought people back to the city, I was blocked at home by so many patients.

Even though his many years of experience made him realize that something was wrong, facing so many patients asking for help, he really couldn't make up his mind to get out. Besides, isn’t there a city lord’s mansion? Until just now, Little Grete ran over and told him the news that the city lord was leaving the city.

Elder Erwin looked at the swaying arms in front of him, at the flow of people lining up from the door of the hut to the end of the alley, and at his colleagues - Anthony's pale face, the beads of sweat on Irvine's forehead, Joanna's cheeks Faint red marks on the sides...

They are all tired.

They are all almost exhausted to the limit.

He turned to Grete:

"I'll go with you. You tell me who you want to find and what you want to do, and I'll do it!"

Elder Erwin climbed up and shouted, and the effect was indeed outstanding. As a level 8 priest, he can basically be regarded as the pinnacle of spellcasters in Heartland City - the Grand Priest of the Temple of the Fountain Goddess is level 7, and the bald bishop is also level 7. As for the host of the Mage Tower, Master Gehrman, he is only a pitiful level 5...

Almost an hour later, the bishop of the Temple of the God of War, the captain of the city guard, Baron Vaughn, Sir Levi, the only remaining fruit in the city who had not escaped, and several wealthy businessmen gathered at the city guard barracks. The food merchants, dye house owners, building guild leaders, jewelers and the like whom Grete named were also sitting blankly on the long table below, shivering.

"...Where is the Spring Water Temple?" Gretel waited and waited, but before anyone came from the Spring Water Goddess Temple, she asked quietly. Elder Erwin had already inquired around, and now lowered his voice:

"Hush, they closed the day before yesterday...It is said that everyone from the priests to the guards fell ill..."

"So why did you call us here?" Baron Vaughn, who has the highest status here and has a bad temper, was the first to ask. "Your Majesty Bishop, can you go to our house and have a look - several people are not feeling well..."

"Yes! And our family!"

"Our family——"

The scene was in chaos. Seeing this situation, Elder Erwin took a step forward, raised his oak staff high, and struck the ground hard:

With a "boom", the whole hall shook, as if a small earthquake had erupted.

"Because this is a plague! A great plague!" The old man roared with great energy, and the whole hall buzzed. Grete resisted and did not cover his ears:

"If we don't gather everyone's strength, at least a third of the people in the entire city will die! Gretel, tell me!"

He stepped aside, revealing Gretel. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked over together, and saw a young man standing behind the elder. He was dressed in a strange way: he was holding the iconic oak staff of the Church of Nature in his hand, and he was wearing a robe, with a wand embroidered diagonally on the robe - light. Looking at this robe, he looks like a standard level 1 mage.

Who is this person?

Those who are well-informed naturally know that a mage apprentice has appeared in the city a few days ago and has been accepted as a disciple by the elders of the Natural God Sect; there are those who are not well-informed and are still whispering to each other and looking for people to inquire. Gretel had already moved two steps to the side, stood in front of a wooden board that had been moved earlier, and said loudly:

"Because according to the current treatment methods, the number of patients will only increase, and the power of healers will never be able to keep up! - Teacher, how many people can our sect treat in a day?"

“This depends on the severity of the patient——”

"What if they are all patients who have been in bed for a day or two and can't get out of bed?"

Elder Erwin calculated silently. "That requires at least a second-level priest to cure one person a day. Counting you and me, there are a total of fourteen people in the cult, with different levels... Well, 30 to 35 people, not more than 40."

"Master Bishop, where is the Temple of the God of War?"

"That's about right."

"So, how many patients were there the day before yesterday? How many were there yesterday? My lords, do you know how many patients there are in the city today alone?!"

Gretel's voice suddenly rose. There was a sudden silence in the hall, and only Elder Erwin's voice was calm, as if he was giving a footnote to his disciples:

"We treated a total of nine patients the day before yesterday. Yesterday, twenty-eight. Today, what I saw alone was more than a hundred——"

"The day before yesterday, five. Yesterday, nineteen." The bald bishop continued in a low voice: "Today, more than one hundred."

While they were talking, Grete waved his palms repeatedly and used magic tricks to draw folded lines on the whiteboard. Everyone’s eyes were attracted by the broken line: on the first day, fourteen people, on the second day, forty-seven people, on the third day, two hundred people! Following this trend, what about the fourth day? What about the fifth day and the sixth day?

Gretel was thinking about this too. What is r0 for dysentery? What is the formula for calculating the number of infections? What is the death rate? How many people will get sick tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and how many people may die?

No matter what, just fill it in! No one here understands anyway——

He waved again. On the icon with a black line as the base, the bright red polyline leaps high. On the fourth day, there are 600 people, on the fifth day, there are 1,500 people, and on the sixth day, there are 5,000 people! The line is shockingly steep, far exceeding the green horizontal line representing life at the 100-person mark!

"We can't treat so many people! If we let it go, no one can save so many people! Gentlemen, we don't want you, your family, your relatives and friends to get sick and die, so we need to take action immediately!"

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