Chapter 242 (2)

Chapter 242 (2)

"Go find them! Send the healthy ones to find them! Before I’m done, I want to see everyone here!"

Garrett turned and entered the house. Listening to the roar of the strong man outside, Garrett took out pen and paper, showing the most friendly smile possible. He went along the line of bedding in the house, asking questions one by one, diagnosing one by one:

"Grandma, how old are you? How many times have you had diarrhea since yesterday? When was the first time? Have you vomited? Is your stomach hurting now? Give me your hand... Let me take a look at your fingers... Have you urinated..."

Before he could finish two questions, the old woman bent over and began to vomit heavily. Garrett hurriedly went to support her, trying to pay attention to the color and shape of the vomit while supporting her, too busy to notice the dirt on himself.

After a while, the vomiting finally subsided temporarily. The old woman was exhausted and collapsed on the bedding, while the young woman knelt beside her, wiping the floor with a cloth. After a few wipes, her face turned pale, and she ran out.

Garrett didn’t have time to attend to her. He continued to ask questions and examine patients, recording hastily:

Elderly female patient, 55 years old... considered elderly in this world.

Five episodes of diarrhea since early this morning, first passing yellow-brown watery stool, then passing rice water-like stool... projectile vomiting occurred after the last two episodes of diarrhea...

Dry skin and mucous membranes, no signs of sunken eye sockets (?) He couldn’t judge the sunken eye sockets of foreigners accurately... slight hoarseness in voice... normal urine output... normal pulse...

This is basically mild dehydration, at most moderate. Garrett quickly made the diagnosis and comforted her in a soft voice:

"Grandma, you’re not seriously ill now, just rest well and drink plenty of water. —Aurora! Come watch them and boil water!"

Aurora Worton, the versatile tool mage, hurried over. Garrett issued a series of orders:Updated chapters at novelhall.com

"Get someone to boil water! Boil it! It must be boiled! After boiling, cool it down to a drinkable temperature, then add sugar and salt—"

A bag of white sugar, a bag of refined salt, and a bag of baking soda, were thrown to the ground at Aurora’s feet. Garrett tore off another piece of paper, calculated in his mind, and wrote down the proportions, handing it to her:

"After mixing, pour water for each patient, use bowls or cups to serve and place them beside them, 750 milliliters per person! Drink one round every hour! Quick, go boil water now, I want to see the first patient drinking water when I finish diagnosing the last one!"

"Time is money, my friend!"

The little demon responded. Garrett gave him a gold coin, rushing to give orders:

"Demon, you carve a hole in the bottom of the wooden tub, close to the bottom, then connect it to the tap... The valve on the tap must be like this..."

In a few words, along with a drawing, he outlined what he needed. A spare piece of iron was thrown out, and the little demon stretched out his hands, silently melting, reshaping, and solidifying in the light. When the light disappeared, the foot-operated water tap Garrett wanted was securely attached to the tub.

It should be fine now... Fill it with water, throw in some bleach, disinfect, and it can be used for handwashing. Later, when I go to check on the patients, disinfection and cleaning, let Aurora handle it...

Garrett pondered to himself. Before he could finish his breath, chaos suddenly erupted in the wooden house. A dozen voices called out at the same time:

"Priest! Priest!"

"I’m coming!"

Garrett rushed over.

In the center of the wooden house, a giant man—whether he was called Burton or Aug—was kneeling, holding a limp little girl. The girl’s bright red hair hung down like withered leaves, her lips were dry, her eye sockets were sunken, and her chubby cheeks were starting to look shriveled. When he lifted her hand, wrinkles were clearly visible.

Damn it!

At least moderate dehydration, and it might even be progressing to severe! At this stage, hydration alone won’t work, it’s a bunch of dangers!

The first old lady Garrett treated and the young woman next to her anxiously huddled around the little girl. Seeing Garrett come in, the two of them looked up, almost throwing themselves at his legs:

"Priest! Save little Florla! Save her! Our son Stan died in battle last year, and we only have her left!"

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