Chapter 256 Use Lemon Juice to Get Rewards? It’s Not that Easy (10,000 Rewards Plus 5 Updates)

"Rat hunt!"

"Kill cockroaches, fleas, bed bugs, mosquitoes and flies!"

“Food preservation!”

"Toilet clean!"

Gretel gritted his teeth and read while writing, one stroke after another, penetrating the back of the paper. It was so annoying, so annoying. Thinking of the scene on the boat just now, he felt dizzy, nauseous, and wanted to vomit...

Fortunately, the [Endless Ink Pen] he used was magically reinforced, so it was not broken on the spot. Fortunately, he used ordinary white paper, not parchment. If the paper was poked through, it could be blamed on the poor quality of the paper, but not on the fact that he used too much force.

Knight Drok looked at him amusedly. As the commander of the squadron, spellcasters take the Pelican to and from the New World every year, and there is even a level 5 magician permanently stationed on the flagship. Many casters had a despairing look on their faces when they first boarded the ship. They were tossed about in the wind and waves for months, and after being vomited until they couldn't get out of bed, holding their noses while crawling into the bottom of the cabin, and hanging on the bow of the ship to use the toilet, they went through all kinds of hardships. After that, the jar was broken.

However, it is really rare for him to see people like Gretel who work without hesitation and feel disgusted after finishing the work. And after seeing the cabin and before visiting the crew, you must run home once to change clothes and take a shower...

"Boss! I'm done!"

The barbarian came running in, holding a large porcelain vase. There was a lot of orange stuff on the cuffs, skirts, and corners of his mouth. Knight Drok's nose twitched and he smelled a sour smell.

"Bernard... you will become a minion tomorrow." Gretel stopped writing and said funny. Hey! When it comes to manually squeezing juice or something, without a juicer, Bernard is indeed more reliable!

The strong man clenched hard! Pinch it, lemon juice or orange juice, it will pop out!

Of course, if you eat a few things secretly, that is just personal labor expenses, not even normal losses.

Without waiting for Bernard to protest, Gretel stood up with a smile, left his seat, and rolled up the manuscript:

"Then let's set off? Commander, is it convenient for you?"

"Let's go!"

They went straight to the military camp. After the fleet returned, most of the officers and sailors had gone out to enjoy their vacation. There are only a few soldiers whose homes are far away, who have no money in their pockets, or who are still lying in the military camp after being injured or injured, groaning incessantly.

Knight Drok took Gretel straight to the wounded barracks. As soon as he entered the camp gate, Grete's eyebrows furrowed:

Sewage flows across the river and flies fly around. The sanitary conditions in this barracks are not much better than those on the second deck of the flagship I just saw!

Gretel silently opened the door and walked in.

As soon as the door opened, a sour smell hit my face. The smell of sour sweat, feet, bad breath, the smell of suppurating and inflamed wounds, and the smell of blood that dries and then deteriorates, all mixed together to form an almost substantial odor attack. Gretel almost took a step back:

! ! !

Ten or eight diabetic foot patients gathered together to wait for dressing changes, and that was about it!

He composed himself and walked slowly into the room. The layout of the wounded barracks was no different from the city guard in Grete's impression. It was a large room with a walkway in the middle and two large pavilions on the left and right. Gretel frowned again:

How could the wounded soldiers be placed in this way? We don’t even know what condition they are in. If they have typhoid fever, dysentery, typhus, etc., wouldn’t they have to spread it to a large area?

He took a step inside. The hem of the coat was immediately grabbed. Gretel lowered his head and saw a young soldier of fifteen or sixteen years old, his face flushed and he groaned in a daze:

"Water...give me water..."

"This one is also infected by the 'Sea Plague'." Knight Drok sighed on the side. Grete leaned over and immediately smelled a bad breath, which was very clear in the stench that filled the room. He calmed down, took out a cotton swab, and flicked it in the young soldier's nostril:

Sure enough, the cotton swab was full of blood.

Gretel sighed. He put on his gloves and opened the young soldier's lips. He saw that the gums had begun to recede and the roots of the teeth were filled with blood. Bad breath, gum recession and bleeding, and nasal bleeding. There is no need to continue checking. These symptoms are already very obvious signs of scurvy.

Gretel straightened up and took off his gloves. He raised his voice to greet the barbarians:

"Bernard, give him a drink."

"Okay!" The barbarian came over quickly, poured a small cup from the porcelain bottle, and put it to the young soldier's mouth. The young soldier took a sip in a daze, his whole face wrinkled up, he opened his mouth and spat out. Grete was well prepared and ordered:

"Drink it!"

"This is?"

Knight Drok asked doubtfully. Gretel immediately explained: "There is a medicine that may be effective against the sea plague. I will bring it here for them to try."

Such a coincidence?

Yesterday he told the parliament about his needs, and today he said there is a medicine that can cure it? Your Excellency, Commander, is doubtful. Gretel didn't explain carefully, and asked Bernard to distribute fruit juice. He walked along the pavement and looked at each one.

The second wounded soldier was in his 20s and had a broken arm. The fractured area was obviously poorly healed, and he lay on the bed, feeling dizzy and moaning.

The third wounded soldier had gray hair and no obvious trauma. Gretel did a brief check and found that there was no fever or diarrhea. Apart from scurvy, no other symptoms could be found for the time being.

The fourth wounded soldier had extensive dermatitis.

Fifth, diarrhea.

The sixth patient had fever, chills, fleas infested on his body, and a physical examination showed rash and enlarged lymph nodes. Typhus was highly suspected.

the seventh……

The more Gretel checked, the more headache she got. After checking it all over, he finally couldn't help but pull Knight Drok outside and asked in a low voice:

"Where's the priest?"

"The priest is also on vacation..." The commander smiled awkwardly: "Besides, this year's treatment quota is already full..."

Gretel was silent.

The relationship between the Magic Council and several temples is a cooperative relationship and an employment relationship, rather than a superior-subordinate relationship. The council hired some priests from the temple, and the priests packaged healing within a certain amount of divine magic, so that it was mutually beneficial.

If the quota is exceeded and the pastor doesn't want to treat the patient or goes on vacation, no one can do anything about it.

"But no matter what, these injuries cannot be left like this." Grete pointed to the military camp:

"They should be bathed, changed into clean clothes and bedding, and lice and fleas should be killed. Those with several contagious diseases should live alone to avoid infecting others. The injured should be properly cared for and fed well to help heal the wounds. recover."

"But where are the manpower?"

the commander asked rhetorically. Gretel was stunned for a moment:

"What?"

"There are all wounded soldiers here. Those who are not injured are all on leave. The soldiers on duty have their own affairs and have no time to take care of them." The commander replied in one breath:

"There are clean military uniforms and bedding in the warehouse, but they cannot be changed every day. As for living separately, everyone lives together now. The lightly wounded will also take care of the seriously wounded, at least filling them with a bowl of water and feeding them a mouthful of food. Put them If they are separated and others know that those people can spread diseases, who will take care of them?"

Grete was silent for a moment.

Maybe, this is the meaning of a hospital? Even an experienced nurse knows how to take care of the wounded...

"You arrange the room. I'll take care of them." He lowered his eyes and whispered. Knight Drok was stunned: "What?"

"I'm a healer. Now that I've seen it, I can't ignore it."

Gretel's voice was extremely low, but it was firm and calm, without hesitation at all. After saying this, he passed Knight Drok sideways and walked into the room. He bent down and supported a wounded soldier with multiple suppurations on his body:

"Come out with me, your injuries need to be cleaned. -Bernard! Are you okay? Come and help when you are!"

"Mr. Nordmark! - Mr. Nordmark!" The commander quickly reached out to stop him. "You don't need to do these menial tasks! I'll call the soldiers! Those guys shouldn't be lazy when they take care of their companions!"

Grete finally finished the work with them. Bernard carried buckets, poured water, and helped the soldiers. Gretel was in a nearby room, debriding the injured soldiers, cutting off the carrion, washing the wounds, and treating minor injuries. Occasionally he raised his head and shouted:

"All clothes must be washed! Dirty clothes make it difficult for people to get well!"

"Take a bath! Everyone must wash! All bedding must be removed and washed! All fleas and lice must be removed, otherwise you will get sick!"

"The whole house has to be cleaned! No trash at all!"

"Send the yellow-haired one next door and arrange for someone to take care of him alone! No one else is allowed in! The person taking care of him should wear leather clothes and leather trousers. Don't let fleas crawl on him!"

"The bowls and chopsticks used by the person with diarrhea must be washed separately and boiled in boiling water!"

"Everyone should wash their hands before eating..."

Gretel was very busy. Seeing him like this, Knight Delok and his logistics chief looked at each other, and rolled up their sleeves to join the working crowd. Busy from morning to evening, all the wounded soldiers finally settled down. Gretel wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"I'll come back to see you tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work!"

The second day, the third day, the fourth day. Under Grete's juice method, the soldiers suffering from sepsis gradually began to improve. Gretel's report was also placed in front of Archmage Carlisle.

"Keep it clean? Kill rats and pests? Keep food and fresh water properly?" Archmage Carlisle glanced over: "Well, these are fleet management issues, we will discuss them with the fleet. Then there is the 'Sea Plague' ——Store fresh fruit on the ship? Provide an orange every day, or drink a glass of lemon juice? Is that so..."

Archmage Carlisle read the report carefully. Gretel attached a thick stack of medical records to the report, specifically pointing out that the soldiers who had no other symptoms except the 'Sea Plague' did not receive magical or other medical treatment. At the same time, the situation of other sailors - mainly newly returned merchant sailors was compared. The person's name, age, symptoms, treatment plan, and daily conditions are all documented.

The answer is obvious. A glass of lemon juice or orange juice every day is the cure for the 'sea plague'.

"Gretel, your solution is good. But - it doesn't work."

"What?" Gretel asked in a voiceless voice. Archmage Carlisle replied slowly:

"The purpose of letting you take on this mission is not only to treat the sailors, but more importantly, to narrow the gap between the Parliamentary Fleet and the Church of Radiance. One cup of juice a day is a good plan, but it is too simple and too easy to be cracked. If we tell All sailors and merchant ship owners, the Church of Radiance will soon master this method. With their strength, the gap between the Council and them will widen a lot.

keep it up! Make a potion that can cure the 'Sea Plague', a potion that only the Magic Council can master! Gain enough advantages and enough time for the parliament! "

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