Seeing Lumian silent, Michelle said anxiously and panickedly: If you don't want to, I can find someone else.
"Who should I look for... They don't like us very much and think we smell bad."
This was also the reason why her first reaction was to look for 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, Lumien sighed and said, "I'll go take a look."
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 and came to the bed with yellow and greasy sheets.
Ruhl, with many wrinkles and gray hair, had his eyes closed, was breathing rapidly, his cheeks were flushed, and he had already fainted.
Really sick, Lumian frowned, held his breath, turned around, and carried Ruel out of the room.
Michelle rummaged quickly through the piles of garbage, pulling out a banknote or a coin from a hidden place and putting them on herself.
Soon, she came out of room 302, locked the door and said to Lumian, "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 District is very close to the Noel District. Across the bridge is the Holy Palace Hospital assisted by the Eternal Sun Church, so there are only a few 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 fairly spacious hall, with several patients 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 his glasses and said, "She has a very high fever, but no other symptoms. I suggest you try to reduce the fever first. If it doesn't work, transfer her to Shenggong Hospital immediately."
[Okay.] Lumian didn’t know much about medicine, so he could only follow the doctor’s advice.
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 Type 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's 5 Felgin."
Without waiting for Lumian's response, she gritted her teeth, took out copper and silver coins, collected 5 Felkins, and paid the medical 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. Michelle finally recovered and said to Lumian: "Thank you, Mr. Charles, you can go back and rest, I will stay with Ruel."
Lumian did not insist, after all, he was not a doctor.
He nodded slightly, turned his gaze towards Ruhr, and focused his attention to see his fortune.
Seeing this, Lumian frowned unconsciously.
Mr. Rule is about to meet his death.
But it was not strong or obvious, unlike the homeless man before, and it seemed that there was still a possibility of salvation.
Just when Sulumian 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 were quickly filled with light yellow pus and showed signs of festering.
Such symptoms, such progress, 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 occultism and supernatural powers. Mr. Rule is just a scavenger, why would he be affected by supernatural powers
Lumian raised his head, pointed at the still unconscious Ruel, and said to Mrs. Michelle: "You are believers of the Eternal Sun, right? Take him to St. Robert's Church and try."
He felt that the Holy Official 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 crying voice: [No, transfer to the Saint Palace Hospital, transfer to the Saint Palace Hospital.]
In her opinion, going to church to seek blessings is equivalent to giving up treatment and preparing for end-of-life comfort.
Lumian did not try to persuade them, because he thought it was midnight, the door of St. Robert's Church was closed, and Ruhl 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 close, and Ruhl's condition is progressing very quickly. He may not make it to the destination until the lantern watcher in the church is alarmed and opens the door.
Lumian stared at Ruel, whose condition was becoming increasingly unsatisfactory, with blisters bursting and pus oozing out. He was silent for a few seconds and said to Mrs. Michelle, "Go find a doctor and transfer to the Holy Official Hospital now."
"Okay, okay." Michelle woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly ran to the doctor who had just treated Ruhr.
After she left the makeshift bed, Lumian turned his body to the side, blocking the view of the other patients, and took out an iron-colored metal bottle etched with a spring pattern.
This is the healing potion obtained from [Bald] Haman.
Lumian felt that occult diseases could only be combated with occult potions. Although he was unsure whether this potion, which was mainly used to treat trauma, would work on Ruel, he planned to give it a try.
He unscrewed the cap, pinched the sides of Jarul's mouth, and forced half of the potion into his mouth.
It seemed that Ruhl had been thirsty for a long time and 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 Ruhl's face began to shrink, scab over quickly, and fall off silently.
It really worked. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated again, observing the changes in his fortune.
This time, there was no sign of Ruel's 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 times and said to Mrs. Michelle suspiciously: "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 on her and Rule, waved his hand and said, "The drugs from Fool Pharmaceuticals are much more effective than others. Since the situation 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. Michel sat down next to Rule, touching his forehead from time to time to feel his body temperature.
Lumian did not leave, but pulled over a round stool and sat down, examining the changes in Ruhl's condition.
Ten minutes later, Ruhl opened his eyes, stared blankly at the unfamiliar white ceiling and said: [Where is this? ]
Michelle breathed a sigh of relief and quickly recounted the story of his sudden illness.
[How could 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 going to bed that was different from usual?"
[No.] Ruhl 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. It might be because I came back very late yesterday. It was almost 1 o'clock when I finished counting, so I slept too late.]
Could it be that there was something wrong with the garbage? Or, something happened during the day that 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. He was unwilling to stay in the Roblin Clinic until dawn to avoid spending more money.
Seeing that his fortune had not changed, Lumian did nothing to stop it.