Chapter 237: Disease

Seeing Lu Mian silent, Michelle said anxiously and flustered:

"If you are not willing, I can find someone else.

"Who should I find... They don't like us very much, complaining that we have a smell..."

This was also the reason why her first reaction was to find Lu Mian, this gang leader. At the Golden Rooster Hotel, the only ones who could communicate with their couple with a peaceful attitude were Lu Mian and Charlie, and Charlie had already moved away.

Looking at Mrs. Michelle, who was short, hunched, and full of pleading, Lu Mian exhaled and said:

"I'll go take a look."

With unavoidable doubt, he passed Mrs. Michelle, ran to the third floor, and entered room 302.

This place was piled with all kinds of garbage, filled with indescribable stench. Lu Mian raised his hand to pinch his nose and squeezed from the blank space that could only accommodate one person to the bed where the sheet was yellow and oily.

Ruhl, who had many wrinkles and gray hair, closed his eyes tightly, breathing rapidly, his cheeks flushed, and he had already fallen into a coma.

He really got sick... Lu Mian frowned, held his breath, turned around, and carried Ruhl out of the room.

Michelle quickly rummaged 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, locked the door, and said to Lu Mian:

"Mr. Charles, you don't need to worry about me, hurry and take Ruhl to the clinic, I will catch up soon."

Lu Mian nodded, accelerated his pace, and ran out of the Golden Rooster Hotel.

He often went to White Coat Street and wasn't unfamiliar with where the clinic was. After a frantic run, he saw the Roblin Clinic, which was actually equivalent to a small hospital.

—The Honest Market District and the Nor District were very close, and across the bridge was the Holy Palace Hospital established with the funding of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church, so there were only some clinics on this side of the bridge.

The Roblin Clinic had two doctors on night shift and a relatively spacious hall with temporary hospital beds, where several patients were lying, receiving infusion treatment.

Lu Mian carried Ruhl to one of the doctors and placed him on the examination bed.

That doctor in his early thirties with gold-rimmed glasses glanced at Lu Mian, didn't mention the consultation fee directly, and began to simply check Ruhl's situation with a look of disgust.

After a few minutes, he pushed his glasses and said:

"The fever is very high, but there are no other symptoms. I suggest trying to reduce the fever first. If there is no effect, hurry and transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital."

"Okay." Lu Mian didn't know anything about medicine and could only listen to the doctor.

The doctor quickly wrote a slip, let Lu Mian pay the money first, and then go to the pharmacy to collect fever-reducing medicine and infusion tools.

"Fool Pharmaceutical Company Type 1357 fever-reducing medicine..." Lu Mian glanced at the content on the slip and turned to the payment window.

At this time, Mrs. Michelle finally arrived, already panting.

She took the slip from Lu Mian's hand, looked at the price, and blurted out:

"It costs 5 Vergold..."

Before Lu Mian could respond, she gritted her teeth, took out copper coins and silver coins one by one, made up 5 Vergold, and paid the consultation fee.

Not long after, Ruhl was carried to a temporary hospital bed and received infusion treatment.

This was a treatment method that had become popular in recent years.

Mrs. Michelle finally relaxed and said to Lu Mian:

"Thank you, Mr. Charles, you can go back to rest. I'll accompany Ruhl."

Lu Mian didn't insist, after all, he wasn't a doctor.

He nodded lightly, cast his gaze toward Ruhl, and focused his attention, planning to take a look at his fortune.

With this look, Lu Mian's brows couldn't help but frown.

Mr. Ruhl was about to welcome the fate of death!

But it wasn't intense and obvious, unlike the homeless person before, as if there was still a possibility of rescue.

Just when Lu Mian wanted to suggest transferring to the Holy Palace Hospital quickly, Ruhl's situation changed:

Translucent blisters like burns appeared on the surface of his skin, quickly filling with light yellow pus, showing signs of being about to ulcerate.

Such symptoms, such progress, such evolution speed made Lu Mian's pupils shrink, intuitively feeling that this wasn't an ordinary disease.

This was very likely related to mysticism and supernatural power!

Mr. Ruhl was just a scavenger, why would he be affected by supernatural power? Lu Mian raised his head, pointed to Ruhl, who was still in a coma, and said to Mrs. Michelle:

"You are believers of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun,' right? Take him to St. Robert's Church and try."

He felt that the Holy Palace Hospital shouldn't be able to cure this kind of disease involving supernatural power, so it was better to go to the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church to see if the influence could be eliminated through purification.

Mrs. Michelle also noticed the abnormal changes in her husband and said with a crying voice:

"No, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital!"

In her cognition, seeking blessings at the church was roughly equivalent to giving up treatment and preparing for last rites.

Lu Mian didn't persuade her because he thought it was midnight now, St. Robert's Church had already closed its doors, and Ruhl and Michelle were just a pair of scavengers, very likely unable to call the door open.

Moreover, the distance from here to St. Robert's Church wasn't close, and Ruhl's illness was developing extremely fast, so he might not be able to hold on until the destination, waiting for the lantern patrol in the church to be startled and open the door.

Lu Mian stared at Ruhl, whose situation was getting worse and worse, with blisters already broken and pus flowing down, and was silent for a few seconds before saying to Mrs. Michelle:

"You go find the doctor, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital now."

"Okay, okay!" Michelle woke up like a dream and hurried to the doctor who had just examined Ruhl.

After she left the temporary hospital bed, Lu Mian turned his body, blocking the sight of other patients, and then took out an iron-colored metal bottle etched with a spring pattern.

This was the "Healing Potion" obtained from "Baldy" Haman!

Lu Mian felt that mystical diseases could only be countered by mystical potions. Although he wasn't sure if this potion, which mainly treated external wounds, could have an effect on Ruhl, he planned to try it.

He unscrewed the cap, pinched both sides of Ruhl's mouth, and forcibly poured half of the potion into him.

Ruhl seemed to have been thirsty for a long time and swallowed the clear spring-like liquid instinctively.

After two gulps, he returned to peace.

In less than a minute, when Mrs. Michelle led the doctor over, the blisters on Ruhl's face began to shrivel, scabbed over quickly, and fell off silently.

It really worked... Lu Mian breathed a sigh of relief happily and focused his spirit again to observe the changes in fortune.

This time, Ruhl no longer had signs of death, and the fortune of the next few days became a bit chaotic, making it difficult for Lu Mian to distinguish and speculate.

The doctor looked at Ruhl a few times and asked Mrs. Michelle suspiciously:

"Isn't the situation quite good?"

Mrs. Michelle also found that the terrifying blisters on her husband's face had all disappeared, leaving only some scars and wrinkles as companions, and his breathing became steady, no longer rapid.

"I'm sorry, I was too anxious." She apologized hurriedly.

The doctor, who was very resistant to the smell on her and Ruhl, waved his hand:

"The medicine from the Fool Pharmaceutical Company is more effective than others. Since the situation has improved, observe it for a while, don't rush to transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to leave this temporary hospital bed.

Mrs. Michelle slumped down beside Ruhl, touching his forehead from time to time to feel his body temperature.

Lu Mian didn't leave, pulled over a round stool, and sat down, examining the changes in Ruhl's situation.

After ten minutes, Ruhl opened his eyes, looking at the strange white ceiling in a daze:

"Where is this?"

Michelle relaxed and quickly told the story of his sudden illness.

"How could I suddenly get sick?" Ruhl was very confused, "I didn't feel any problem at all before I went to sleep."

Lu Mian inserted into the couple's communication and asked casually:

"What different things did you do before going to sleep?"

"No." Ruhl recalled for a while, "Just like every day before, clearing the trash I picked up, going to the washroom to pee, chatting for a while, sleeping... Maybe it was because I came back very late yesterday, it was almost 1 o'clock when I finished clearing, it was caused by sleeping too late..."

Could it be that those trash had problems? Or did he encounter something during the day and it only broke out in the middle of the night? Lu Mian asked carefully for a while, but didn't ask any valuable clues from Ruhl and Michelle's mouths.

Ruhl's body recovered very quickly. As soon as the infusion was finished, he insisted on returning to the hotel, unwilling to stay in the Roblin Clinic until dawn, so as not to spend more money.

Seeing that his fortune hadn't changed, Lu Mian didn't stop him.

Golden Rooster Hotel, outside room 302.

Lu Mian frowned slightly, examining the piles of trash inside that emitted different smells, wanting to find the one that might have problems, while Ruhl and Mrs. Michelle stood by, constantly thanking him.

Based on the special environment, the sense of smell couldn't be used. Lu Mian turned on "Spirit Vision" and observed for a while, but had no gains.

He had to say to the couple Ruhl and Michelle:

"It cannot be ruled out that there are dirty things in this trash that caused the illness. You sleep in another room tonight, wait."

Lu Mian planned to wait until Franca got up and ask this "Witch" who was good at divination to help determine the source of the problem.

Michelle was scared by her husband's sudden illness and almost dying, and grabbed before Ruhl:

"Okay!

"Thank you, Mr. Charles."

There were two empty rooms on the third floor. Lu Mian arranged Ruhl and Mrs. Michelle in room 307 and let them rest quickly.

It was already past four in the morning. Lu Mian returned to room 207, lay on the bed, thinking about the reason while falling asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, he woke up in a start, vaguely hearing a woman's crying.

Lu Mian's heart tightened, took the "Fallen Mercury," left the room, followed the crying, and came to the third floor.

In the darkness, his heart gradually sank, and he slowed his pace as if in fear.

He finally stopped outside room 307. With the help of the crimson moonlight penetrating the curtains, he saw Mrs. Michelle kneeling in front of the bed, sobbing constantly.

Noticing someone approaching, Mrs. Michelle, wearing a yellowish cloth skirt, turned her head in the dimness and looked at the door, her wrinkled face full of tears.

She said in a blank and hollow tone:

"Charles, Mr. Charles, Ruhl is dead..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 238 =====