When Neville lifted up the quilt that had been placed on the injured man, a rotten smell that was far more terrifying than the smell in the air suddenly came to him.
Although they were actually mentally prepared, when that moment came, Ron and the other four couldn't help but take a step back. No wonder Neville would remind them to get out of the way before lifting the quilt.
However, the most daunting thing is not the stench.
"this-"
After all, Tonks and Jones are both Aurors. When faced with some terrible scenes, their ability to withstand is obviously much stronger than that of ordinary people.
Even so, when they saw the heavy gauze on the patient's waist and abdomen that had been soaked with dark red blood, they couldn't help but frown.
It can be seen that the blood on the surface has actually dried up, but the thick dark plasma is still flowing underneath. And between the gaps in the gauze, the black and red flesh and blood tissue like rotten tomatoes looked like internal organs without the protection of the belly.
It must be said that this kind of visual impact is definitely very strong. Just like Ron, he just took one look and didn't want to look at it any more.
At this moment, he really felt like vomiting.
However, in the eyes of Derwent, a therapist who has been practicing for a long time, this scene is obviously nothing - physical ulceration is not a rare symptom, but such severe ulceration occurs in a living person. It really can’t be said to be common.
"Mr. Devont... do you see?"
Tonks stared for a long time, then reluctantly moved her gaze away, turning to look at the therapist she specially ran to invite.
"Well," Devonte thought for a while and then said, "The ulcer in the abdomen should be just a superficial symptom. The specific cause of the disease needs to be examined to know."
After saying that, he reached out and pulled out the wand from the inside of his robe, then ignored the stench that was still emanating from the injured area, covered his nose slightly and leaned down to squat down.
"Stab-"
With a slight lift of the tip of the wand in his hand, the gauze that had long since lost much effect was torn apart, exposing the huge wound underneath almost completely.
"Mr. Longbottom, you have used white essence on him, right?"
White essence is a high-strength trauma healing agent. The effect is so obvious that even broken limbs can be repaired on the spot within a few seconds - of course, the premise is that someone can help align the cross section. If it is misaligned, the arm cannot be used immediately, and it will have to be cut off and reattached later.
"Yes," Neville replied immediately, "Maka gave each of us a few. I saw that his abdomen was decaying too fast, so I poured some on him regularly."
"Fortunately," Derwent nodded immediately after hearing this, "Without your white essence, his abdominal cavity would have been completely empty by now!"
It's a pity that no matter how good the effect of Bai Xian Essence is, it can only have a simple healing effect on trauma. As for the injured Auror's injury, it was only natural to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, which was barely enough to prevent it from getting worse.
Derwent was lost in thought for a while while looking at the ulcerated area where even the intestines could be seen. After thinking hard for a moment, he suddenly turned around, opened the suitcase he was carrying and rummaged through it in a hurry.
Soon, you could see him taking out a slender silver probe from inside and gently inserting it into the most severely ulcerated part of the wound.
Needless to say, it was no ordinary silver needle, but a magic probe made through alchemy that would react differently to abnormal magic.
Maybe he felt something when the silver needle was inserted, and he saw that the muscles on the patient's face suddenly twitched, but he did not wake up because of it.
But think about it, after being injured like this, can you still wake up
Derwent didn't pay attention to the patient's insignificant reaction. In the next second, he pulled out the silver needle that had penetrated his abdominal cavity. When he saw that the surface of the silver needle stained with dark red plasma was unusually filled with dark green smoke, his expression changed slightly.
"It's curse magic, the type should be... plague!"
"curse?"
Ron, who was watching with his mouth covered, was startled when he heard this word - he felt like he had caught something, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't find any clue for a while.
At the same time, Neville, who was also standing aside, immediately frowned and his expression changed slightly:
"Sir, does this mean that it is contagious?"
"Generally speaking, it is like this," Derwent's face looked a little ugly when he said this, "and in history, except for a few special cases, other plagues have caused heavy casualties. "
He couldn't help but feel heavy, because this was equivalent to saying that all of them present might have been infected with this plague. It's just that there may still be an incubation period, so I don't feel uncomfortable immediately, that's all.
However, it has already been infected, and it is useless no matter how much they panic.
So not to mention Devonte and Neville, even Ron did not show any exaggerated panic after realizing that he had most likely been infected.
"Mr. Derwent, can this be cured?"
This time it was Tonks who asked - her expression was also very bad now, and her face was slightly pale. After all, no matter who you are, you often can't really stay calm when you learn that you may be sick.
Devonte hesitated for a while after hearing Tonks' question, and he finally shook his head slightly.
"It can definitely be cured, it just depends on how much time it takes. But the question is, how to stop its spread. This is the most important issue at the moment."
As for these people, they have already been infected by the plague curse, so what else do they need to care about
"What kind of plague is this requires more detailed examination and targeted research, and no conclusion can be drawn for a while. Mr. Longbottom, find a way to send my examination results to St. Mungo's Camp— Remember never to use owls or other creatures to deliver messages.”
"OK."
When Neville heard this, he immediately nodded, and then decisively took out his wand.
"Calling God to Protect—"
Accompanied by the inaudible sound of chanting a mantra, a large amount of silver-white light mist was immediately sprayed out from the tip of his staff. Immediately afterwards, a huge silver lion stepped out in a majestic manner and appeared in the middle aisle of the church.
"Go, find Maka!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the lion nodding silently, and then turned into a ball of light mist and flew across the church hall, dragging its long tail and leaving the window hole.