Chapter 375

On the camp of the barbarian chamber of Commerce.

I heard the urgent voice of someone.

The red dragon immediately frowned, and then chattered with each other.

Tian Shi said he didn't translate these words. Obviously, it involves some things inside the caravan.

A few seconds later.

Chilong pulled out a far fetched and apologetic smile to Lin Ziming, and then hurried away.

Lin Ziming was stunned.

After regaining consciousness, he hesitated for a while and said to Shi Yin and others around him:

"Xiao Shi, let's go and have a look. Maybe we can help."

Since Chilong did not issue an eviction order, it shows that the event is a situation that can or can not go.

Therefore, from the perspective of intelligence, Lin Ziming naturally followed him with a snake stick.

The camp of the chamber of commerce is small and very simple - after all, the predecessor said it was an open space outside the city, and the terrain could not be complex.

So Lin Ziming and his men walked a few steps and soon came to a tent.

When several people were less than five meters away from the tent, a strong stench suddenly came from the tent.

Lin Ziming, a great man, is easy to say. After all, if you put the data, he can be regarded as a T1 special soldier.

All kinds of difficult conditions have been simulated in training even if they have not been experienced in real life.

In addition, he was born in a peasant family. He ran every day in the cowshed since he was a child, and had to pick dung and fertilize every day.

So Lin Ziming's expression was normal when he smelled the smell.

Just slightly frowned, in addition, there was not much discomfort.

Another Wang Qiang, who came with the team to find a chance to study blazing stone, had no problem.

After all, they are engaged in biology. It means that the bloody subjects eat snail powder, which is a basic skill.

The sound is different.

Although the girl doesn't have the princess disease that doesn't touch the spring water, the stench is not affordable to ordinary people.

Not to mention that her previous working environment was a "tall" outreach field in the eyes of ordinary people, and she really had little contact with such harsh conditions.

Since she took part in the work, she once encountered a stinking situation in that palace.

Therefore, suddenly smelling the stench, Shi Yin couldn't help but cover his mouth and ran to one side to vomit.

Seeing this, Wang Qiang hurriedly came forward and patted Shi Yin's back:

"Xiao Shi, are you okay? Don't go in if you're uncomfortable."

Shi Yin looked at Yan Xu, but firmly waved his hand:

"It's okay, I'll just bear it.

Translation is my job. Besides, if I don't go in, you can't understand Chilong's words... "

As a gay man, Lin Ziming was not very comfortable to comfort at this time, so he had to look at her with concern:

"Translation is not a problem. This is the hinterland, which is only half a step away from the firewood camp.

It's a big deal. Let's invite another interpreter. The key is your body... "

"Colonel Lin, I'm really fine."

In the face of Lin Ziming's suggestions, Shi Yin showed a capable character like her short hair at this moment.

Although her face was still a little ugly, she stood up very stubbornly, took a deep breath and looked at Lin Ziming calmly:

"Colonel Lin, Shi Yin, the director of the outreach department in ************************************************************

Looking at the stubborn little girl, Lin Ziming opened his mouth and didn't speak.

Then he sighed a little complicated and said:

"In that case, let's go in together."

Then he walked in front and opened the curtain of the tent.

This tent is a large facility for disaster relief. Its function is mainly to place patients. Therefore, it has a very large volume and can accommodate more than 20 people.

When Lin Ziming walked into the tent.

Chilong is talking with several barbarians of different ages in front of the bed brought by a caravan.

The stench they smelled before entering the door came from their beds.

Perhaps to leave breathing space, there are a large number of wide gaps between the positions where Chilong and others stand, and the vision can clearly see the situation on the bed.

Just now.

On the bed was lying a thin male manmin, who was flushed, sweating and trembling in his limbs.

The lower half of the body is covered with only a blanket, and below is a pair of spittoons common in the childhood of the post-90s.

This spittoon is full of a large amount of excreta and mixed with a lot of pus and blood. The painting style is extremely disgusting.

Beside the barbarian, an old man who looked like a doctor was feeding him some herbal medicine.

Lin Ziming had a guess in his mind. Then he looked at Chilong and asked:

"Commander Chilong, is this brother...?"

Chilong didn't show much surprise at Lin Ziming's appearance. He looked at the patient with a heavy face, led several people to the tent entrance, sighed and said:

"His name is bronze. He is a mathematician of the barbarian caravan. He has some accounts similar to those in the central area.

As you can see, he got fern.

This is a common disease among barbarian tribes. The mortality rate is very high in Kaishan.

Don't hide from Lin steward.

In the tribes of the barbarians, a large number of ordinary people die of tianfern every year. "

Lin Ziming looked up at him and asked strangely:

"Commander Chilong, is there no magic medicine to cure this disease?"

Although he did not know the specific symptoms of Tianxian, it was not difficult to judge from what Chilong said:

Fern must be an infectious disease.

Infectious diseases are very common in local history, and have recorded a large number of tragic cases in the whole history of human civilization.

For example, the black death and cholera in Europe.

There were plague, smallpox and so on in ancient China.

Especially in the period of underdeveloped medicine, an infectious disease is likely to lead to the demise of a small civilization.

But the big Mo world is different. It has a miraculous pill.

Although the medical level of Da Mo world has not developed to the micro field, the therapeutic effect of some elixirs is even several times better than that of local drugs.

Therefore, in theory, this infectious disease should not be a terminal disease.

Facing Lin Ziming's question, Chilong smiled bitterly:

"Steward Lin, the elixir can certainly cure the fern.

For example, the first-order Qingning pill in the central domain, the medicine soup mixed with yuyangteng and Fuling grass behind the Tianyue mountains, and so on may even be cured in one dose.

But director Lin, do you know

Tianxian disease does not recur after successful treatment. On the contrary, its recurrence rate is very high.

Besides, Qingning pill and yuyangteng brush lingcao are all spiritual plants, which are of great value.

It doesn't matter if one plant is two, but how many people are there in the whole tribe?

Even some big families can't afford to take these spiritual plants for a long time. "

In the tent.

He said.

The red dragon's expression could not help feeling a little melancholy.

As he said.

When a recurrent and highly pathogenic infectious disease appears, it is useless and economically impractical to cure it only with magic medicine.

Unless you can cure the root cause, there will be no recurrence after one dose - and obviously, Tianxian doesn't belong to this situation.

Therefore, the Yange tribe established a rule long ago:

Lineal clansmen can take a elixir when tianfern comes on, while ordinary clansmen can take it according to their situation and contribution.

In case of a second relapse, except for the lineal heirs of the tribe, others are not eligible to take the elixir again.

The barbarian named bronze on the hospital bed belongs to the former:

Although he is a direct descendant of the Yange tribe, he had a tianfern five years ago.

Although he finally saved his life, he also consumed his quota.

Therefore, this time Tianxian relapsed, he could only try his luck through other ordinary herbs.

When Lin Ziming heard the speech, he couldn't help sighing.

Have to say.

This is indeed a very tragic thing, especially for sick individuals, which is almost the same as waiting for death.

Then he continued:

"Commander Chilong, I don't know what the symptoms of this fern are? It's so troublesome?"

Perhaps he wanted to find someone to spit out his depression from his head, and Chilong didn't hide it:

"Those who get the fern will get hot first, and then their limbs will be weak.

Then there is abdominal pain, sparse and thick excretion, and even pus and blood.

Finally, he was unable to breathe and died of frustration. "

Lin Ziming was listening quietly, but the more he listened, the bigger his eyes opened.

At the end, he blurted out the following sentence:

"Sleeping trough, isn't this dysentery?"

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