"Hey!" Qin Lun lit the oil lamp in his hand, illuminating the small basement.
There are several long tables around the basement, which are full of glassware, most of which are various beakers and rubber catheters. These are the only medical research equipment left by the Stan family. Except for the few medicines that Wellington kept in the medicine chest, in this era, it can be said that these glassware are more valuable than the dilapidated building itself.
However, Qin Lun's eyes did not stop at these things. He did not understand the medical system of this world, and these things were of no value to him. His eyes were quickly attracted by the operating table in the middle of the basement.
There was a dead body lying on the operating table. After seeing the dead body, Qin Lun sighed. He finally understood why the whole small building became an environment where human beings could not live.
The dead body has been dissected, and the open belly has not yet been stitched up. It has rotted and fermented into a mass of viscera, with a dark green jelly-like substance flowing. The entire basement was filled with a stench. It seemed that Qin Lun had found the source of the poisonous gas in the small building.
Qin Lun no longer hesitated, walked quickly to the corner of the basement, picked up Wellington's medicine box and a narrow-necked reagent bottle the size of a bucket, and immediately went back upstairs.
After snatching the medicine box and reagent bottles out of the small building, Qin Lun took a deep breath, rushed into the small building again, and brought out several basic medical books, a large wooden basin and a small leather case.
Inside the small suitcase were several sets of changing clothes, and those few medical classics could give Qin Lun a general understanding of the world's medical system. As for the reagent bottle, there was medical alcohol.
Qin Lun stripped off his clothes again and again, leaving only his underwear on his body, and put them into the big wooden basin together with the change of clothes in the small suitcase. Then he took a bucket of water from the well in front of the small building, diluted some of the medical alcohol in the reagent bottle and poured it into the large wooden basin.
Frank didn't ask about his master's strange behavior. After seeing a lot of Wellington's medical research, he could vaguely guess that this was a preventive measure. So I went to the back of the small building to bring some chopped firewood, lit a bonfire away from the wooden basin, and at the same time set up a drying rack with wooden poles.
Qin Lun opened the medicine box, and while wiping the various utensils in the medicine box with alcohol cotton pads, his consciousness sank into Wellington's remaining memory.
Because Wellington had been dead for three days, his memory was incomplete, and only some of the most impressive things remained in his rotting mind. This medicine box, the money pouch in the bedroom where the last savings are hidden are a few of them.
From his memory, Qin Lun was able to learn that the current world he was in was similar to an era between the late Middle Ages and modern times on Earth. Divided by time period, probably from the 15th century to the 18th century, most of the technological and cultural levels are close to this stage.
This world already has modern scientific inventions such as glass, clocks, looms, gunpowder, etc., and is in the Renaissance and the embryonic period of capitalism. Although antibiotics have not been officially discovered in medicine, some brilliant doctors have obtained antibiotic-like agents through plant extraction.
However, this kind of plant that can obtain antibiotics is extremely difficult to cultivate, and the extraction process is also extremely complicated. The value of plant antibiotics is more than ten times higher than that of gold. In Wellington's medicine chest, there is a tube of violet medicine that is antibiotics.
This medicine is called Wisteria Mixture, and there is only less than 30 milliliters left in the test tube. In the previous treatment, Wellington did not use this medicine for those disease patients, even he himself was not willing to use it. By the time he realized something was wrong, he had already passed out with a high fever and lost his last chance to save his life.
In Wellington's view, this antibiotic is a panacea, but Qin Lun is not superstitious about the effect of this antibiotic. He had already seen the horror of the corpse in the operating room, and he didn't think that a small tube of antibiotics would be able to resist that dark green jelly substance. In his opinion, the power of that thing is comparable to biochemical weapons, and it is also a high-end biochemical weapon with a very short lethal time.
The only thing that surprised Qin Lun was that among Wellington's extremely normal memories, there were some other "not normal" memories mixed in. Wellington is convinced that there are creatures in this world that cannot be explained by science, and he calls them witches.
Although he never saw it with his own eyes, Wellington believed that witches used black magic, could drive all kinds of wonderful magical creatures, and hid in sparsely populated forests, mountains, and swamps.
After checking Wellington's memory, Qin Lun sank his mind into his first alien mission. This task is displayed in red font on the death list, which is very eye-catching.
The content of the mission is very simple: "Apostle No. 70053, your first alien mission is to rescue Stephen Albert, the mission target is within 30 kilometers of you, and the mission time is 30 natural days. Mission basic reward: a broken Law crystals, additional rewards: issued according to the progress of the mission. Mission failure penalty: 30 points of life soul will be deducted."
A very simple task indeed! Qin Lun shrugged his shoulders, but it was a little weird that he actually asked a murderer to save someone!
"Change out your clothes and use this to clean up your hair and beard!"
Qin Lun put on the drying clothes again, took out a few loose undershirts, and handed Frank a knife.
Now that he has Wellington's plot status, he has to make good use of it. During this epidemic period, a doctor, even an unlicensed doctor, would be quite popular, and he would be able to find clues to the mission target soon.
"This...Master, I think this look is pretty good now, so I don't need to cut my hair and beard!" Frank said with a dodgy look.
"Just do it!" Qin Lun gave the hunchbacked servant a stern look. After a night of getting along with him, he was now somewhat familiar with Frank's temperament. The character of this servant is a bit inferior and autistic. Except for the Stan family, no one can accept him.
After Wellington died, it was estimated that even if the hunchbacked ugly man would not get sick, he might not be able to integrate into human society. He could only live alone in the wild until he died of old age or died in the mouth of wild animals.
Qin Lun wanted to use Wellington's identity to go to several nearby towns to inquire about Stephen Albert. Of course, he couldn't follow a wild man behind him. Even if he was a little ugly, he had to at least look human.
However, when Frank cut his hair short with a knife and shaved his beard, Qin Lun's expression was a little weird. He understood a little now why Frank was unwilling to groom himself.
The hunchback servant's face was full of bumps, from cheeks to chin, not to mention blue stubble, a pair of triangular eyes, one big and one small, and huge nostrils facing the sky. A large mouth was full of broken, sharp yellow teeth, and they were even crooked.
It's a wonderful tree to be so ugly! Recalling Frank's name and the surname of the Stan family, Qin Lun felt even more awkward. Is this simply an alien version of Frankenstein
It's no wonder that in Wellington's memory, Frank has always been unkempt and has never shown his true colors. As far as his face is concerned, it is even more unacceptable to clean up than not to clean up.
Frank turned his head to avoid meeting Qin Lun's surprised eyes. Wellington was not only his master, but also a brother who grew up together. The strange eyes from his family filled the hunchbacked ugly man with frustration.
"Slap!" Qin Lun slapped Frank on the back of the head, and cursed with a smile, "It's more deterrent than I thought! Ugly guy, you will definitely scare those people in the town to death."
"Hey!" Frank's heart suddenly warmed up, and he turned around and grinned awkwardly.
"Put on the mask. We're going to find a small town to stay overnight before dark!" Qin Lun took out a large cotton mask from the medicine box, handed it to Frank, and asked him to wear it on his face. Cover up.
"Master, don't we live at home?" Frank asked strangely.
"The house can't live anymore, it's full of disease virus, if it takes longer, people will die!" Qin Lun shook his head, glanced at Frank, then turned to the campfire, picked up a burning firewood and handed it to the hunchbacked servant, " Go and burn it!"
"Burn it?" Frank widened his large and small triangular eyes, holding a fire stick, but hesitated. Although the hunchback has lived in attics and woodsheds since he was a child, the Stan House is still his only home.
Qin Lun picked up a burning match again and threw it at the small building. Soon, flames rose up everywhere in the small Stan building, and the faces of the master and servant seemed cloudy and uncertain in the flames. Frank was even more reluctant, staring blankly at the small building in flames.
"When we go to the small town and earn money, you will have another small building, and I will find you a wife. I guarantee it for the Stan family!" Qin Lun said with a smile for the first time.
"Woman? Except for the young master and the master, no one would like to be with a monster!" Frank said dejectedly.
"Frank, you're not ugly. Many people are uglier than you, but everyone doesn't realize it!" Qin Lun blinked his eyes and said with a smile, "It's not that my appearance cannot be changed. Although my craftsmanship is not very good, but Help you make it more pleasing to the eye, it can still be done!"
"As long as he can follow the young master all the time, Frank will be content, and he will be able to help the young master take care of the little young master in the future!" Frank grinned foolishly.
"By the way, Frank, do you know a man named Stephen Albert?" Qin Lun asked casually. He didn't expect Frank to give him any answers. The hunchbacked servant hadn't been to the town a few times since he was a child. Apart from the Stan family and the corpses in the cemetery, he probably didn't recognize a few normal people.
"Frank has never heard of Shi Hefen!" The hunchbacked ugly man shook his head as expected, but after frowning and thinking hard for a while, he actually gave Qin Lun another unexpected answer.
"However, in the past, Lord Stan often mentioned another person surnamed Albert, Baron Thomas Albert!"