Curing the Plague
Rhode nodded to Fobas, indicating that he agreed to give the Athenians the protection they needed.
"Thank you for your generosity that surpasses the gods of Mount Olympus.”Fobas kowtowed to Rhode again.
The latter couldn't help but laugh. Although it was rumored that the Greek people's belief in the gods of Mount Olympus was as firm as a rock, in the face of the desire to live, their belief eventually turned to dust.
"There's no time to lose. Inform your army to quickly gather the people to help me look for him.”Rhode said.
"This…" Fobass looked away in shame, then stretched out a hand toward the door." Sir, please come this way. I'll show you our current situation, and you'll understand."”
Rhode and Stigma followed Fobas and arrived at an empty space deep inside the building.
On the ground, there was a group of people lying neatly on a thin white cloth. Their faces were gray, and their skin was covered with bloody festering wounds.
The blood vessels on his neck spread out like a black spider web, and it sent a chill down his spine against his pale and gray skin.
Everyone was moaning weakly, and only the faint rise and fall of their chests could tell that they were still alive.
The exposed skin of his limbs had a large area of rotten flesh hanging on the ground. Flies circled back and forth in the festered area, landing on the wound from time to time to feast.
"Ya ya ya ~" In the sky, the crow landed on the roof. Its empty and pitch-black eyes stared at the people on the ground. Every sharp cry seemed to be mocking their powerless actions.
Doctors from Athens came and went, and they were extremely busy. They smeared green herbs on the patient's festering skin.
"Cough cough…This won't work either." The leading physician was dressed in a yellow robe and coughed from time to time. He scratched his throat, which was already red, trying to use the pain to relieve the itch in his throat.
To be able to wear bright colored clothes meant that his status was not low.
"As you can see." Fobas looked worriedly at the crowd on the ground." My soldiers have been eroded by the evil plague, and we don't have any extra troops to help you.”
Rhode looked at the soldiers standing guard at the side of the clearing. Each of them was hunched over, and cold sweat oozed out of their foreheads.
What was worse was that Rhode noticed that these people started coughing violently from time to time.
"There are no protective measures against the plague at all. If this continues, the plague will only continue to spread.”
Rhode picked up a dirty rag from the ground and soaked it in a vat of water.
"What are you doing? That was the water for the patient. Such a dirty cloth would pollute the water source.”Fubas stood on the spot and stretched out his hand. He wanted to stop her but did not dare to.
"This water has long been contaminated. The plague is so big, how can the water source be clean?”Rhode explained as he picked a few stones from the ground and threw them into the water tank.
"Do you have salt?" He asked the white-robed assistants who were circling around the yellow-robed physician.
"Uh..." They looked at Faubus uneasily and hesitated to answer. After all, salt was a very precious thing. Although this stranger seemed to have a high status, he could not casually use it.
"What do you want salt for?" Fubas asked.
"I want to make some high-concentration salt water. The salt content of the rocks on the ground is not enough, so I need a large amount of coarse salt.”
"Concentration?" With Fobas 'level of knowledge, he couldn't understand Rhode's words at all. However, when he thought about how Rhode was a Divine Weapon from Asgard, he made up his mind and decided to take a gamble.
"No matter what, I trust you. We'll go find salt for you now.”
After Fobas left, Rhode called Stigma to his side.
"Asgard's medical technology should be more than enough to treat them.”
Stigma nodded and sighed helplessly." It's easy to treat them, but the plague has spread. We can't treat the entire population of Athens.”
Stigma looked at the doctors. They had started coughing violently as they talked. It was obvious that they had been infected because of their close contact with the patient.
Stigma felt powerless when he thought about how the plague would spread to his family when the people returned home at night.
" If we want to treat all the people of Athens and wipe out the plague, we have to at least call upon the Asgardian army to descend to the mortal world. The two of us can at most finish treating the soldiers on the ground.”
Rhode nodded." That's enough.”
As he said that, Fobas had already returned with his men. They were holding large pieces of pale yellow solid in their hands. The purification technology of this era had already made the salt in his hands the highest purity.
"Sir, this is all the refined salt in Athens.”
Rhode took the salt and threw it into the water tank without any mercy. Then, he stirred it with his spear.
The salt block collided with the spear and broke into pieces. Then, it slowly dissolved into the spiral water.
After stirring for a long time, Rhode noticed that there were still some undissolved solid particles at the bottom of the vat. He knew that the water in the vat was already highly concentrated salt water and had reached the maximum dissolving limit.
He pulled out the cloth that he had soaked in earlier, wrung it half-dry, and tore it into a strip of cloth that could wrap around a person's chin.
"Give these to everyone present.”Rhode ordered.
Fobas received the cloth strips with a puzzled expression. He couldn't understand why Rhode soaked the cloth strips with salt water, but he still distributed them to the soldiers and doctors.
Everyone who received the cloth looked at Rhode in confusion, hoping for an explanation.
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