Great time travel

Chapter 12. Luck and Bad Luck
Dark stone chamber, mournful groans, rancid breath, dying ravings.

Men, women and children who were once alive had "epidemic tumors" growing under their armpits, slowly rotting and pus, and finally turned into puddles of rotten flesh in despair.

The Grim Reaper in a black robe waved a scythe and descended quietly from the ceiling.

Countless unjust souls who died with regret, uttered desperate wailing miserably!

"……what--"

Sister Louise let out a piercing scream, waking up from a nightmare full of religious fantasy.

Looking around the straw mats and the shabby room where she was sleeping, she reached out her hand to touch her back after she was in shock, and found that her shirt was already wet with sweat.

Hey, even after working hard for two days and two nights, can't you escape the nightmare about this plague even in a deep sleep that is extremely exhausted physically and mentally?
"...we are attacked on every side, but not trapped. We are troubled, but not disappointed. We are persecuted, but not abandoned. We are struck down, but not perish. If anyone serves me, let him follow me. I am in Where there shall be whoever serves me. If anyone serves me, my Father will honor him."

She silently recited a few words of the Gospel, then gave a wry smile, stared blankly at the ceiling, and involuntarily began to recall the nightmare scene in her mind over the past month: with the Italian fleet carrying the disease, in the Marseille docked on the shore, and the terrible plague flooded the city like a tsunami.In just a few weeks, there were already countless dead and empty houses everywhere.

—From this moment on, death is no longer a kind of guardian of the soul waiting to be reborn, it has become a monster of robbery and robbery!

What's more, the cruel enemy may make people brave and united, but the unpredictable disease can only make people fearful and distracted.

In the face of the catastrophe, the order of the city quickly became chaotic. All the merchant ships that could escape lifted anchor and fled. The nobles and wealthy merchants either avoided their hometowns or stayed behind closed doors.The judges are also sick and dying, or they can't even find a subordinate to perform their duties.

Before such a crisis, only the church was barely fulfilling its obligations.Various churches and monasteries tried their best to accommodate batch after batch of patients, and mobilized all the nuns and monks to rescue them... Unfortunately, all they got was despair or despair!
There is no way, the plague that is currently breaking out is really terrible. As long as healthy people come into contact with the clothes worn by the sick and the things they have touched, they will be fatally ill.Even if you lock yourself in a clean mansion and try to live a life of asceticism, you will get sick for no reason.What's more terrible is that perhaps due to the lack of knowledge of doctors in Marseille, they can't find the real source of the disease. In short, until now, no one has come up with a proper treatment method... There are very few people who can be cured by luck , most people die within a few days after the onset!
Seeing with my own eyes the vivid lives and kind-hearted people disappearing one after another under my own care, and the death was extremely painful and horrific... The mental shock of despair, depression and helplessness almost made Louise The nun is overwhelmed!
What's more, the nuns who take care of the patients are also constantly falling down. Every one or two days, a familiar figure will disappear among the sisters.Even the priest who presided over the dying prayers for the patients has already died of two illnesses, and now he can only be replaced by a fat man who just graduated from the seminary.

Especially Mother Teresa, who has the best relationship with her, unfortunately contracted the plague before, and fell ill and suffered on the straw mattress... Wait, how long have I been asleep?Thinking of this, Sister Louise struggled to get up, wanting to see if there was still time to give her friend the last ride.However, just as she was drowsily putting on her clothes, she suddenly heard a burst of loud cheers and ecstatic laughter from outside.

Delighted laughter?This is really rare!
Since the outbreak of the plague, she has long been used to hearing moans and weeping, but it is rare to see anyone's smiling face anymore!Sister Louise looked out curiously from the window on the second floor of the dormitory, and found a group of nuns and volunteers gathered in the backyard of the hospital and cheered:
"...Hail Mary! This is a miracle! A miracle!"

"...Hahahaha! God has finally appeared! We are saved!"

"...Great! Thank God for blessings! We finally have a way to defeat the plague!"

"...Sir Bacon is truly a lucky man blessed by God!"

... This... This, the meaning of this sentence, could it be that a plague patient was cured? ! ! !

Thinking 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 ran towards the hospital at the fastest speed, eager to see After all.

As soon as I ran to the back door of the hospital, I smelled a strong odor - because of Knight Li Wei's repeated instructions, the floor of the ward in this hospital has been sprinkled since the first batch of Black Death patients were taken in. Lime, and apply the rest of the lime to the walls.And in the center of the ward, a pot of boiling vinegar was boiled in a small pot and a stove, and it kept cooking from morning to night, making the room perpetually filled with a sour smell...

Sister Louise, who had never left Marseilles in her life, had limited vision and knowledge. She didn't understand why Lord Levy did such a strange thing, and even suspected that it was some kind of heresy or cult sacrificial ceremony.However, after setting up a small pot and boiling vinegar, although the patients still did not get better, the number of healthy people who were infected every week was indeed reduced, and the doctors in the city also said that this practice is the same as burning incense wood to clean the air. It made sense, so Louise was relieved later - more importantly, the successive deaths left her no time to think about it.

Walking into the ward through a dilapidated small door, she immediately saw Sir Levi wearing a gray-white mask made of linen, turning back and forth among the patients lying on the floor, making rounds repeatedly, making guest appearances The role of a doctor, from time to time, distributes some small white pills orally to the patients, or spreads some kind of medicinal powder on their abscesses... Every patient is grateful to Sir, and even tears in his eyes.

What made Sister Louise even more excited was that Sister Teresa, who had been paralyzed with a high fever before, was able to sit up by herself at this moment, chatting with the rest of the patients while drinking slowly. With a bowl of hot oatmeal...

——Although her face was still haggard, and she coughed from time to time, Mother Teresa's condition had indeed improved.

"... Mother Teresa! God bless you! You are really well! How are you feeling?"

Sister Louise swooped and rushed to Sister Teresa, holding her hand and squatting down, "...let me take a closer look!"

"...it's all right, good boy. You see, I'm much better now. God has taught us that when we deal with those who mourn, God will wipe away all tears from their eyes. There will be no more death, nor mourning, crying , pain, because the past is past."

Mother Teresa put down the wooden bowl containing the hot porridge, smiled kindly, and stretched out her hand to stroke Louise's hair—it is true that her current physical condition is not healthy at all, and her mind is still dizzy. Her whole body was sore and sore, and there were still some swelling and bruises on her skin... But no matter what, her condition has indeed improved a lot, and it seems that she will not return to the Lord at least in a short time embraced
"...Thanks to the miraculous elixir that Jazz spent a lot of money to buy from overseas, today's miracle can happen, 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, "...a kind person must be blessed by God. May this righteous person who saved everyone enjoy happiness and glory forever..."

However, although he has been regarded as a miracle worker by many patients and nuns, and even a person of God's favor, Knight Levy himself is not very satisfied with the practical effect of sulfa drugs—for those black people who have just been infected and have mild symptoms For dead patients, sulfa powder and sulfa tablets are indeed effective.But for those critically ill patients with extensive skin ulceration, the bactericidal effect of sulfonamides is not enough.

Do you want to give them a streptomycin injection?But it seems that I have never given an injection in my life!

Thinking of this, Sir Levi frowned with a headache, and secretly glanced at the disposable syringes and small medicine bottles hidden in his pocket. He was really not sure that he could find the veins from the patients, let alone these medieval European blood vessels. Whether people can accept such a trendy treatment.

Then, he looked down at a little mouse that was sprinting across the ward and escaping from the door, and he couldn't help frowning...

"...In any case, these sources of infection carrying germs must be cleaned up... Unfortunately, even cats can't get to this ghostly place! Sigh, I don't know when Doraemon and the gang will come again Here, and bring the cat and mouse trap I want..."

——What Li Wei didn't know was that just as the epidemic situation on his side began to improve, an unexpected plague appeared on Doraemon's side.

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Doraemon Plane, Tokyo, Japan, Nobi House
"...Oh oh oh! Oh my god! How did Nobi-kun become like this? What's wrong with him??"

Doraemon, who had just finished a time journey, was standing on the desk drawer with a surprised face, and let out an incredible exclamation.

In front of him, the unlucky Nobi Nobita was sickly lying on the bed, his face was flushed, and even ominous pustules and black spots could be vaguely seen. It still has a shocking blood color!
Before that, Doraemon had just taken a time machine to the 22nd century, and through the relationship of a few acquaintances in the Space-Time Management Bureau, arranged for the wife of Knight Li Wei to wait for delivery in the 22nd century obstetrics and gynecology hospital. As soon as he turned around and came back, he saw such a terrifying scene!
"...What else could it be? Isn't it obvious? He is suffering from the Black Death!"

Sitting cross-legged next to Nobita Nobita, Wang Qiu put away the [Automatic Medical Box] and replied, "...Fortunately, it was discovered early. After a shot of special medicine and sweating, it will probably be fine. But the body is weak. A loss is unavoidable, I am afraid I will have to ask for leave from the school for a few days..."

"...how is this possible? Didn't I vaccinate everyone after I found out that there was a bubonic plague over there?" Doraemon exclaimed.

"...Sorry, I secretly hid the vaccine because I was afraid of injections, but it didn't work...cough cough!"

As if hearing a noise, Nobi Nobita struggled to raise his neck, looked at Doraemon and replied, "...I'm sorry, Doraemon, and the vaccines you gave Xiaofu, Shizuka and Fat Tiger, I also It was not handed over to them..."

"...So..." Doraemon suddenly had an ominous premonition, "...Could it be that Xiaofu and Fat Tiger are also..."

"... That's right, all four elementary school students fell ill! As a child with weak resistance, he was afraid of the pain and would not be vaccinated when he wandered around the Black Death epidemic area. I really don't know how death is written... Sigh, For things like the plague, we modern people are just as immune to the ancients..."

Wang Qiu shook his head and sighed, "...I have treated each of them, and the condition is not too serious. They should be fine after a few days of rest, but it is better not to let them participate in the next few time travels. , otherwise it really makes people feel uneasy..."

"...I'm afraid that's the only way to go. It's not that I don't take them to play, it's that they are playing to their death."

Doraemon jumped out of Nobita Nobita's desk drawer, sat down cross-legged on the tatami and said, "... how is that Professor Guo doing? Is the recovery of the fracture okay? Didn't this idiot Nobi-kun get infected? Go to the plague!"

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

Before Doraemon finished speaking, Professor Guo Jing walked in from the outside, leaning on a cane, "...However, there is something I want to discuss with you, Doraemon." He put Using crutches, she sat on the tatami mat, "... next time you travel to the Middle Ages, can you take me with you?"