Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 308 - 106 Temporary Medical Station

Everyone left the tavern.

"The surveillance in the Quarantine Zone is tight on the ground," Nora began to share the intelligence she had gathered secretly through Mind Reading, "but the underground trade has been secretly carrying on, transporting supplies through several tunnels. Not only the guards are involved, the local gangs, even the Earl Family have interests in it."

"Ultimately, it’s a collusion of various powers exploiting the poor citizens stricken with disease," Thira frowned as she spoke, "otherwise, where would the tenfold profits from drug smuggling come from?"

"Then let’s play the role of Justice Warriors this time," Aske said, "Let’s call everyone over."

Back at the inn, after explaining the situation to everyone, Eleanor couldn’t hold back her indignation and immediately wanted to confront the Earl of Innsbruck to settle accounts.

"It’s useless to find the Earl," Medea said, "The Earl will definitely claim he was unaware of this, that his subordinates did it all behind his back. What can you do?"

"Moreover, the Earl is actually a vassal of your father, not yours," Thira added, "If it came down to it, Eleanor, you don’t have the authority to supervise and govern him."

"Then I’ll go talk to my father," Eleanor was still fuming with anger.

The girl angrily wrote a letter. Meanwhile, the others continued to discuss the subsequent plan.

"To collect the Plague Bacteria, we’ll inevitably need to contact a large number of patients," Aske said, "We need a reason for that."

"How about the Hospital Knight Order?" Nora said with clasped hands and a smile, "Just pretend we are sent by the Hospital Knight Order to treat the plague for free. Surely, many people will be willing to come for treatment."

"Peggy is responsible for detecting and suppressing the Plague Bacteria, and I will manipulate the bodily immune system, with the ultimate goal of expelling the pathogens from the patients’ bodies, then collecting them as samples."

"As long as it’s technically feasible, there should be no problem," Aske, who did not know much about medicine, pondered for a moment and then added a reminder, "Of course, once our treatment gains scale and reputation, it will surely impact the underground drug smuggling dealings."

"There will definitely be people who come to cause trouble, right?" Sigrdrifa said, "That’s simple, I kill anyone who comes... no, I’ll just chop off their hands and feet, let them crawl on the ground and scream. Let’s see if anyone else dares to come and make trouble."

Intimidating others seemed to be quite fitting for Sigrdrifa. Aske thought to himself, but with his considerable experience in missions, he said:

"If direct confrontation doesn’t work, our enemies will definitely try other methods, and when that happens..."

"Leave it to me," Medea sneered, "I can sense malice, and read minds, anyone who dares to play tricks with me, I won’t let them get away with it."

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Innsbruck City, Quarantine Zone.

At dawn, when the sky had barely brightened, poor citizens emerged, using the dim light to rummage through trash cans and sewers for food discarded the previous night.

Not everyone in the Quarantine Zone was a destitute disease-afflicted person. The resident gangs and smugglers, the City Guard division, private clinics, as well as small citizen families who had some assets but failed to escape in time, were all considered the "wealthy class" inside the Quarantine Zone.

Even the trash cans around these people’s houses were contracted out to specific thugs for sorting.

The thugs in the Quarantine Zone were even more desperate than those outside. After all, everyone was infected, and death was inevitable. Thus, fights became ruthless, with knives and screwdrivers aimed at vital points. It was common to find several more bodies on the streets each morning.

These bodies would quickly be dragged away. As for what was done with them afterward, it was not so proper to say, but the bacteria could still be eliminated when cooked.

In a deserted corner of a street, a group of strangers set up a makeshift stall with wooden boards, arranging tables and chairs, immediately attracting the attention of the local thugs and poor citizens.

It wasn’t until Aske, fully armed, and Sigrdrifa, carrying an Axe but not clad in Power Armor, stepped forward that everyone wisely retreated their gazes—these were real tough ones, at least the weapons they carried weren’t your average knives and screwdrivers.

"Need some disinfectant spray?" Mia asked.

"Spray a bit, give the patients some confidence," Nora said, "Bring over the sputum cups and culture media."

"Should we put up the Hospital Knight Order’s flag here?" Eleanor asked.

"Further out, where it’s more visible," Nora directed the others, "Thira, help move the chairs. Aske! There’s dust in your hair!"

"I’ll dust it off for you," Sigrdrifa tidied his hair somewhat affectionately, "You probably got it when we were moving through the tunnels. By the way, is there any dust in my hair?"

"Of course," Aske replied.

"Help me clean it out then," Sigrdrifa said.

"That might not be such a good idea," Aske started with a wry smile, wondering if it was really okay to be so casual with a girl’s hair.

"What’s the big deal!" Sigrdrifa was a bit annoyed and then shook her head like a golden retriever.

"Now what?" she asked again.

"It’s gone." Aske decided to lie.

"Liar." Medea walked up and helped Sigrdrifa dust off her hair, "Don’t be too nice to the Squad Leader, he’s an ingrate."

"You’re the considerate one, Medea." Sigrdrifa sighed, "It’s a shame, such a beauty, and somebody doesn’t know how lucky they are, they’ll definitely regret it when they’ve lost you."

"Shut up." Aske said.

"Rudeness is a sign of guilt," teased Medea.

Soon, the temporary medical station was set up on the street. Mia hid in the shadows of the little station, while Miel climbed to the top, sniper rifle in hand, ready to provide support.

Aske and Sigrdrifa, fully armed, stood guard on either side like door gods, deterring the small-time crooks around. Nora and Peggy pretended to be medical staff at the station, ready to heal behind the tables. Thira was responsible for organizing medical specimens in the back compartment.

Eleanor patrolled around with a shield, maintaining order at the scene, although no patients had come to visit yet.

Medea leaned against a wooden board nearby, watching the passersby, silently initiating her Thought Implant ability.

This was a Mind Mage’s unique way of attracting customers, a hundred times more efficient than handing out flyers on the street.

Before long, a passerby who had been influenced gathered the courage to come up and ask,

"What are you doing here?"

"Hospital Knight Order, treating believers with the Plague at no charge," Eleanor replied.

At the mention of "no charge," the other person immediately looked skeptical. However, whether it was Medea’s ability or the armaments on Eleanor that provided sufficient deterrence and credibility, the pale-faced passerby hesitated for a while and then spoke up,

"Can I receive your treatment then? I mean... I don’t have any money."

"You can." Eleanor gestured for him to sit in front of the table.

Nora gave him a glass of water and a pill... which was actually a sugar pill, though the patient didn’t know this and took it directly.

Then Peggy activated her ability to check his physical condition.

"In the lungs," Peggy reminded through the Mind Communication Channel.

"It’s Plague I in the lungs," said Nora, "Let’s start the treatment then."

Peggy activated her Plague I ability again, suppressing all the Plague Bacteria, infected cells, and various other toxic substances in the patient’s lungs through her Ability to manipulate pathogens, halting their reproduction and congregating them in the tissue fluid.

Nora brought over a sputum cup and gestured for him to spit into it.

The patient cleared his throat and then coughed up a blob of phlegm forcefully.

Normally, coughing up the bacteria from the lungs would have a certain success rate, as most bacteria have adhesive cilia or similar structures on their surfaces, allowing them to stick to the surface of the infected tissue.

However, with Peggy directly manipulating the pathogens through her Plague Ability, it was a different matter altogether. In any case, the patient managed to cough up the bacteria-laden phlegm quite successfully.

After collecting the pathogen specimen, what was left was the healing process. Nora began to activate her Life II ability, enhancing the activity of the patient’s immune cells, and together with Peggy’s Plague suppression ability, they quickly killed off the remaining bacteria in the patient’s body.

The whole process took less than a few minutes, a miracle in modern medicine and one of those that can’t be explained in detail. It has to be said, Extraordinary Abilities can indeed play an exceptional role in certain areas where science is blind.

As the treatment continued, the patient also felt his body swiftly improving, which was actually due to the easing of the inflammation, rather than the disease itself being cured—but this was enough to make the patient immensely grateful.

"Thank you, thank you all!" hearing he was healed, the passerby was nearly moved to tears, choking up, "May God bless you, kind ladies. May God bless you!"

"May God bless you," said Nora with a smile, "If you have any other sick family members, you can bring them here for treatment as well."

"Yes, of course." His words clearly reminded the other man, and then the newly healed young man immediately ran home like the wind.

"How is it?" Nora pointed to the covered sputum cup and asked.

"The toxicity is average," Peggy observed the bacterial activity in the Spiritual Vision, "Let’s keep looking."

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