When Qin Lun and Baron Albert were drinking tea and talking in the courtyard, the door of his empty guest room suddenly opened a small crack, and a figure flashed in through the crack.
When the young man went out with the old housekeeper in the morning, the time was relatively short, the curtains in the guest room were not opened, and the room was not well lit, making it a little dark.
The figure muttered softly, and took out a night pearl the size of a pebble from its bosom, and the dim light re-illuminated the room. The figure seemed to be very familiar with the layout of the room, he hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards Qin Lun's medicine box in the corner.
However, as soon as the figure walked halfway, his attention was attracted by a single piece of letter paper on the desk next to him. In fact, there was only this one left of the stack of sticky notes on the desk, and Qin Lun disposed of the other letter papers.
This letter was naturally the note that Qin Lun threw off the cliff first, and then returned to the desk weirdly. Only this time, all the handwriting on the letter paper had been blacked out by him, and it was impossible to see what was written on it. Qin Lun's idea is very simple, since it can't be thrown away, then it should be painted over.
The figure picked up the letter paper, checked it against the light of the night pearl, and found that the handwriting was no longer legible. However, when the figure rubbed the letter paper with his fingers, a gleam of joy appeared on his face.
The letter paper in this era is relatively thick, and after all, Qin Lun is not from this world, and he is not used to using a quill pen. When writing, his force penetrated the back of the paper, but there were still a few traces on the back of the letter paper. As long as the figure returns to his room, using charcoal and the like, he can fully reveal the reversed handwriting on the back of the paper.
"Crack!" Just as the figure was secretly happy, there was a loud noise behind him, and a gust of cold wind rushed towards his back.
The human figure's hairs stood on end for a while, and when he turned his head to look, he found that a window at the back of the room was wide open, and the strong wind blew the curtains up and fluttered.
"Hush..." The figure breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to step away, but stopped like a ghost, turned around and walked towards the window, raised the curtain slightly, and was about to reach out to close the door and window again.
"Bang!" I don't know if it was windy at the moment, one of the small windows of the double doors bounced back suddenly, just hitting the elbow of the figure's arm pressed on the window sill.
"Hiss..." The figure gasped, only to feel a numbness in his arm, and he lost all consciousness. It seemed that he happened to hit the numb tendon in his elbow.
"Oops!" The figure suddenly whispered, and saw the letter paper he was holding in his hand floated out of the window and was being blown away by the strong wind.
The figure hastily stretched out his hand to grab it, "Chila!" The letter paper was smashed by him, and most of it was scattered, and he only grabbed a small corner.
"Unlucky!" The figure muttered bitterly, and turned to look out of the window, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He always felt that this piece of letter paper seemed to have been actively torn apart by a force before he grabbed it.
The figure looked at the fragments of letter paper in his hand, and felt helpless for a while. This was not the part with the writing on it. Without the letter paper, the figure finally turned his gaze back to the medicine box in the corner.
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Qin Lun drank his tea with his head down, using the teacup to block his flickering eyes. The murderer is not a person who is good at words, under normal circumstances, he just hides himself with a gentle smile.
Although in the past half a month in the Forest of Moonlight, the Ifrit Wave Light Academy had professors preparing many etiquette and social expressions for the apostles by referring to the various civilizations in the Broken Starry Sky, but after all, the time was too short for Qin Lun to control it well. Talk about the situation.
Fortunately, the old baron in front of Qin Lun was not the cunning Elder Goblin. In the candid communication between the two sides, he finally obtained the information he cared about most.
Baron Thomas Albert had two sons and one daughter. His wife died young and did not continue. The eldest son, Stephen Albert, died more than a year ago. The second son, Bonnie Albert, is 24 years old, and the third daughter, Laura Albert, is 20 years old. They had already met Qin Lun at the dinner last night.
The little loli princess Elizabeth Albert of the Albert family is the youngest daughter of Stephen Albert and the granddaughter of the old baron.
To Qin Lun's surprise, the fifth member of the Albert family mentioned by the old baron did not refer to the deceased Stephen, but another child of Stephen, the old baron's grandson, Miller Albert!
The old baron invited Qin Lun to come here. In addition to representing Odia's official appreciation and gratitude to him, the most important thing is to invite him to treat his illness.
The only grandson of the old baron, Miller Albert was also infected with that terrible disease!
No wonder Laura ignored the girl's reserve and stood in the corridor of the castle waiting for him without even changing her attire when she went out! No wonder Boni questioned whether Qin Lun's operation was true in an informal occasion like a dinner party!
If the sick person is their own nephew, then all this has been rationalized!
It's just... Qin Lun frowned slightly, he always felt that there were still some things he had neglected, and there were doubts that he couldn't let go of, and what happened to that supernatural note that said "Please save us!"!
"The outbreak of this disease is very fast. Your Excellency the Baron should have told me the bad news yesterday!" Qin Lun put down his teacup and said seriously, "Now let's go and see the situation of Master Miller first!"
Qin Lun didn't ask the old baron's opinion, he stood up directly and interrupted his morning tea. As a doctor, this is his right. Not to mention a baron, even if the king is in person, he still can't object, otherwise, he will be suspected of murdering the patient.
"Butler Jason, please send a maid to summon my attendants, and fetch my medicine box from the guest room. I'll go and see Master Miller first!"
"As you wish!" The old housekeeper bowed solemnly.
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The bedrooms of the members of the Albert family are on the upper floor of the main castle. Since the overall structure of the main castle is like a tower, the floor area becomes smaller as you go up. The upper floor is far away from the servants' quarters, and usually there are only a few maids responsible for cleaning, so it looks very deserted.
"Squeak!" The stairs leading to the upper floor of the main castle are a bit old, and under the stampede of everyone, they often groan overwhelmed. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the lower level of the main castle, this place seems to be another world, and the atmosphere seems a bit gloomy and cold.
The old butler Jason led the crowd to the door of a bedroom near the top floor of the main castle, and stopped. However, instead of opening the door, he took a few steps back and stood behind everyone.
Qin Lun was slightly surprised, but he didn't think too much about it. He took a step forward and turned the doorknob on his own initiative.
"Don't!" Seeing Qin Lun's actions, Baron Albert and the old butler behind him all exclaimed. They seemed to have forgotten to tell the young doctor something.
Fortunately, as soon as Qin Lun pushed open the door, his expression changed, he quickly backed away, closed the door again with a "snap", turned around and slapped his head and face, and then sternly scolded: "What's going on? Why is there such a strong smell of disease in the room!"
Baron Albert and the old butler looked at the doctor's ugly face, and suddenly burst into wry smiles, without blaming Qin Lun for his rude words.
"Go get some alcohol and wet towels!" Seeing the hesitant expressions of the two, Qin Lun said with a straight face.
Don't look at his fierce words, given the situation just now, even if Qin Lun yelled at him, it wouldn't be an exaggeration. As soon as he entered the door, the death list warned him that the environment in the room was not suitable for human survival, and the severity was comparable to that of the original Stan House.
You must know that Wellington Stan, the plot body that Qin Lun replaced, died in such a polluted environment. Even Frank, the hunchbacked servant with a strong body, almost died.
After the servants downstairs brought the towels and alcohol, the hunchbacked servant also came here with a medicine box, followed by two other Alberts, Laura and Bonny. It's just that I didn't see Elizabeth, that little girl who was as big as a kid. I guess everyone didn't want her to contact patients.
Qin Lun wet the towel with alcohol, covered his mouth and nose, and re-entered the room. The window of the room was opened as quickly as possible, so that the strong wind outside the castle could blow away the poisonous gas accumulated in the room.
Watching the doctor's actions, members of the Albert family looked at each other tacitly, but did not express any opinions. Although the old butler Jason was hesitant to speak at first, he was stopped by Baron Albert with his eyes.
After the warning of continuous injury no longer appeared on the death list, Qin Lun walked into the bedroom again and looked at a little boy lying on the brocade bed.
Miller Albert, ten years old, the second youngest member of the Albert family, grandson of Baron Thomas Albert, eldest son of the mission target Stephen Albert, nephew of Bonny and Laura, Elizabeth Brother!
The unconscious little boy on the bed had a pale complexion, a thin body, and his limbs were scrawny. Under the wide quilt, the outline of the human body was barely visible. If it wasn't for his little head protruding from the quilt, no one who entered the room would have realized that there was a living person lying there.
Qin Lun sat on the wooden bench brought by Frank, carefully examined the little guy, and a strange color gradually appeared in his eyes.
There was a little green liquid in the little boy's mouth, his lips and tongue were a little green, and he had indeed suffered from that weird disease.
However, unlike those plague patients that Qin Lun had seen in the small town of Odia, although the little boy was as flesh and blood and unconscious, his breathing was steady, his heartbeat and pulse were steady and strong, and he did not look like a dying patient at all. .
In the process of examining Xiao Le's body, Qin Lun also discovered a very interesting place, the little boy had bedsores on his back! How long has he been lying on this bed, a month? two months? or more than a year...
A weird smile appeared on the corner of Qin Lun's mouth! This is so much fun! Could it be that this little boy is...