Chapter 238 "Disease" Seeing Lumian silent, Michelle said anxiously: "If you don't want to, I can find someone else. "Who should I look for...They don't like us very much. They think we smell..." This was also the reason why her first reaction was to find Lumian, the gang leader. In the Golden Rooster Hotel, the only ones who could communicate with the couple in a peaceful manner were Lumian and Charlie, and Charlie had already moved away. Looking at the short, hunched-backed Madame Michelle with a pleading face, Lumian sighed and said: "I gonna go see." With an unshakable doubt in his mind, he walked past Mrs. Michelle, trotted up to the third floor and entered room 302. The place was filled with all kinds of garbage and an indescribable stench. Lumian raised his hand and pinched his nose, then squeezed through the empty space that was only wide enough for one person to pass through to the bed with yellow and greasy sheets. Ruhl, with many wrinkles and gray hair, had his eyes closed, was breathing rapidly, and his cheeks were flushed. He had already fainted. Really sick... Lumian frowned, held his breath, turned around, and carried Ruel out of the room.
Michelle was rummaging quickly through the piles of garbage, constantly pulling out a banknote from a hidden place, taking out a coin and putting it on herself. Soon, she left room 302 and said to Lumian while locking the door: "Mr. Charles, don't worry about me. Take Ruel to the clinic quickly. I will catch up soon." Lumian nodded, quickened his pace, and ran out of the Golden Rooster Hotel. He often went to White Coat Street and was familiar with where the clinics were. After a quick run, he saw the Roblin Clinic, which was actually equivalent to a small hospital. ——The Honest Man Market area and the Noel area are very close to each other. Across the bridge is the Holy Palace Hospital funded by the "Eternal Sun" Church, so there are only some clinics on this side of the bridge. There were two doctors on night shift at the Roblin Clinic. There were makeshift beds placed in the spacious hall, and several patients were lying on them, receiving intravenous treatment. Lumian carried Rule to one of the doctors and placed him on the examination bed. The doctor in his early thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses glanced at Lumian, did not directly ask for the consultation fee, and simply examined Ruhl's condition with a look of disgust. After a few minutes, he pushed up his glasses and said: "You have a high fever, but no other symptoms. I suggest you try to reduce the fever first. If that doesn't work, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital immediately." "Okay." Lumian knew little about medicine and could only obey the doctor's words. The doctor quickly wrote out a prescription and asked Lumian to pay first and then go to the pharmacy to get the antipyretic medicine and infusion equipment. "Fool Pharmaceutical Company's 1357 antipyretic potion..." Lumian glanced at the contents on the list and turned to the payment window. At this time, Mrs. Michelle finally arrived, already exhausted and out of breath. She took the bill from Lumian, glanced at the price, and blurted out: "It costs 5 Felkins..." Without waiting for Lumian's response, she gritted her teeth, took out copper and silver coins, collected 5 Felkins, and paid the consultation fee. Soon, Ruhr was carried to a temporary bed and received intravenous treatment. This is a treatment method that has only become popular in recent years. Mrs. Michel finally recovered and said to Lumian: "Thank you, Mr. Charles. You can go back and rest. I will just stay with Ruel."
Lumian did not insist, after all, he was not a doctor. He nodded slightly, turned his gaze towards Ruhl, and focused his attention, intending to see his fortune. Seeing this, Lumian frowned unconsciously. Mr. Ruhl is about to face death! But it was not strong or obvious, unlike the homeless man before, who seemed to have a chance of being saved. Just when Lumian was about to suggest a quick transfer to the Saint Palace Hospital, Ruhl's condition changed: One after another, translucent blisters like burns appeared on the surface of his skin, which quickly filled with light yellow pus and showed signs of being about to ulcerate. Such symptoms, such progression, and such a speed of evolution made Lumian's eyes narrow, and he intuitively felt that this was not an ordinary disease. This is most likely related to the occult and the supernatural! Mr. Rule is just a scavenger, why would he be affected by supernatural powers? Lumian raised his head, pointed at the still unconscious Rule, and said to Mrs. Michelle: "You are followers of the Eternal Sun, right? Take him to St. Robert's Church and try." He felt that the Holy Palace Hospital would not be able to cure this kind of disease involving supernatural powers, so it would be better to go to the Church of the Eternal Sun to see if the influence could be eliminated through purification. Mrs. Michelle also noticed the abnormal change in her husband and said in a tearful voice: "No, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital!" In her opinion, going to church to seek blessings is tantamount to giving up treatment and preparing for end-of-life comfort. Lumian did not try to persuade them, because he thought it was the middle of the night, the gates of St. Robert's Church were already closed, and Ruel and Michel were just a pair of scavengers, so there was a high probability that they would not be able to open the door. Moreover, the distance from here to St. Robert's Church is not short, and Ruhl's condition is progressing very quickly. He may not be able to make it to the destination until the lantern watcher in the church is alarmed and opens the door. Lumian stared at Ruel, whose blisters had burst and pus was oozing out. He was silent for a few seconds and said to Mrs. Michelle: "Go find a doctor and transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital now." "Okay, okay!" Michelle woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly ran to the doctor who had just treated Ruhr. Once she had left the makeshift bed, Lumian turned sideways, blocking the view of the other patients, and pulled out an iron-colored metal bottle etched with a spring pattern. This is the "healing potion" obtained from "Bald" Haman! Lumian felt that the occult disease could only be combated with occult potions, and although he was unsure if this potion, which was primarily used to treat trauma, would work on Ruhl, he planned to give it a try. He unscrewed the cap, pinched the sides of Ruel's mouth, and forced half of the potion into his mouth. It seemed that Ruhl had been thirsty for a long time, and he instinctively swallowed the clear spring-like liquid. After gurgling twice, he calmed down. In less than a minute, when Mrs. Michelle brought the doctor over, the blisters on Rule's face began to shrink, scab over quickly, and fall off silently. It really works... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated again, observing the changes in his fortune. This time, Ruel showed no signs of death, and his fate in the next few days became somewhat unclear, making it difficult for Lumian to distinguish and speculate. The doctor looked at Ruhl for a few seconds, then said to Mrs. Michelle in confusion: "Isn't the situation pretty good?" Mrs. Michelle also found that the horrible blisters on her husband's face had all disappeared, leaving only some scars and wrinkles, and his breathing had become steady and no longer rapid.
"I'm sorry, I was too anxious." She apologized quickly. The doctor, who was very resistant to the stench of her and Rule, waved his hand and said: "The drugs from Fool Pharmaceuticals are much more effective than others. Since the condition has improved, just observe it for a while and don't rush to transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital." After saying that, he couldn't wait to leave this temporary bed. Mrs. Michelle sat down next to Rule, touching his forehead from time to time to feel his body temperature. Lumian did not leave. He pulled over a round stool and sat down, examining the changes in Ruhl's condition. Ten minutes later, Luer opened his eyes, stared blankly at the unfamiliar white ceiling and said: "This is where?" Michelle breathed a sigh of relief and quickly recounted the story of his sudden illness. "Why did I suddenly get sick?" Ruel was confused. "I felt fine before I went to bed." Lumian interrupted the couple's conversation and asked casually: "What did you do before bed that was different than usual?" "No." Luer thought for a while and said, "It was the same as every day before. I counted the garbage I picked up, went to the bathroom to urinate, chatted for a while, and went to sleep... Maybe I came back very late yesterday. It was almost 1 o'clock when I finished counting. I slept too late..." Could it be that there was something wrong with the garbage? Or, something happened during the day and it erupted in the middle of the night? Lumian asked carefully for a while, but he didn't get any valuable clues from Ruel and Michelle. Ruhl's body recovered quickly. As soon as the infusion was finished, he clamored to go back to the hotel, unwilling to stay in the Roblin Clinic until dawn and spend more money. Seeing that his fortune had not changed, Lumian did nothing to stop him. Golden Rooster Hotel, outside room 302. Lumian frowned slightly and looked at the piles of garbage with different smells, trying to find the one that might be problematic. Ruel and Michelle stood by and kept thanking him. Due to the special environment, the sense of smell was useless, so Lumian turned on his "clairvoyance" and observed for a while, but found nothing. He had no choice but to say to Ruhl and Michel: "It is possible that there may be dirt in the garbage that could cause illness. Please sleep in another room tonight and wait until dawn." Lumian planned to wait for Franca to wake up and then ask this "witch" who was good at divination to help determine the source of the problem. Michelle was horrified by her husband's sudden illness and almost death, and said before Ruhl: "it is good! "Thank you, Mr. Charles." There were two empty rooms on the third floor. Lumian arranged Ruel and Michelle in room 307 and asked them to rest quickly. It was past four in the morning. Lumian returned to room 207, lay on the bed, and fell asleep while thinking about the reason. Suddenly, he woke up with a start and vaguely heard a woman crying. Lumian's heart tightened, and he took the "Fallen Mercury", walked out of the room, and followed the crying sound to the third floor. In the darkness, his heart sank gradually and he slowed down his pace out of fear. He finally stopped outside Room 307. With the help of the crimson moonlight shining through the curtains, he saw Mrs. Michel kneeling in front of the bed, sobbing.
Sensing someone approaching, Michelle, who was wearing a yellowish cloth skirt, turned her head in the dim light and looked towards the door, her wrinkled face full of tears. She said in a blank and empty tone: "Charles, Mr. Charles, Ruhl is dead..." (End of this chapter)