Seeing Lumian's silence, Michele said anxiously and panickedly:
"If you don't want to, I can go to someone else.
"Who should I look for...... They don't like us very much, they think we have a smell on our bodies......"
This is also the reason why her first reaction came to Lumian, the gang leader, at the Golden Rooster Hotel, the only ones who could communicate with their husband and wife in a peaceful manner were Lumian and Charlie, and Charlie had already moved away.
Looking at Mrs. Michele, who was short, with a rickety back and a face full of pleading, Lumian exhaled and said:
"I'll go take a look."
With undispellable doubts, he passed Mrs. Michele and trotted up to the third floor and entered room 302.
It was piled up with all kinds of garbage and filled with an indescribable stench, and Lumian raised his hand and pinched his nose, squeezing from the empty space that could only be passed by one person to the yellow and oily bed.
Ruer, who had many wrinkles and gray hair, closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was short, his cheeks flushed, and he had already passed out.
Really sick...... Lumian frowned, held his breath, turned around, and carried Ruhl out of the room.
Michele rummaged quickly through the pile of garbage, constantly pulling out a bill from a hidden place, taking out a coin, and putting it on herself.
Soon, she left room 302 and said to Lumian while locking the door:
"Mr. Charles, don't worry about me, hurry up and take Ruhr to the clinic, I'll catch up with you soon."
Lumian nodded, quickened his pace, and ran out of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He often went to White Coat Street and was no stranger to where there was a clinic.
——The Honest Market Area and the Noel District are very close, and across the bridge is the Holy Palace Hospital funded by the "Eternal Sun" Church, so there are only some clinics on this side of the bridge.
There are two doctors on night shifts at the Roblin Clinic, and there are temporary beds in the fairly spacious hall, and several patients are lying on them, receiving infusion treatment.
Lumian carried Ruhl in front of one of the doctors and placed him on the examination bed.
The doctor, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and was in his early thirties, glanced at Lumian, did not directly mention the consultation fee, and simply checked Ruhr's condition with a disgusted expression.
After a few minutes, he pushed down his glasses and said:
"The fever is very severe, but there are no other symptoms, I suggest you try to reduce the fever first, if it doesn't work, quickly transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital."
"Okay." Lumian didn't know much about medicine and could only listen to the doctor's words.
The doctor quickly opened a bill and asked Lumian to pay first, and then go to the pharmacy to pick up fever-reducing medicine and infusion tools.
"Fool Pharmaceutical Company Type 1357 Fever-Reducing Medicine......" Lumian glanced at the contents of the list, turned around and walked to the payment window.
At this time, Mrs. Michele finally arrived, already out of breath from exhaustion.
She took the list from Lumian's hand, glanced at the price, and blurted out:
"It takes 5 Felkin......"
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, she gritted her teeth, took out copper coins and silver coins, collected 5 Felkin, and paid the consultation fee.
Not long after, Ruhl was carried to a makeshift hospital bed and received infusion treatment.
This is a treatment modality that has only become popular in recent years.
Mrs. Michelle finally eased up and said to Lumian:
"Thank you, Mr. Ciel, you can go back and rest, I'll just accompany Ruhr."
Lumian didn't insist, after all, he was not a doctor.
He nodded slightly, casting his gaze on Ruhr and concentrating his attention, intending to take a look at his fortune.
At this look, Lumian's brows furrowed unconsciously.
Mr. Ruhr is about to meet the fate of death!
But it was not strong and obvious, unlike the homeless man before, there seemed to be a possibility of salvation.
Just when Lumian wanted to suggest that he be transferred to the Holy Palace Hospital quickly, Ruhl's situation changed:
One after another, scald-like translucent blisters appeared on the surface of his skin, which quickly filled with light yellow pus, showing signs of about to fester.
Such symptoms, such progress, and such a speed of evolution made Lumian's eyes shrink and he intuitively thought that this was not an ordinary disease.
This is most likely related to occultism and supernatural powers!
Mr. Ruhl is just a waste scavenger, why is he affected by extraordinary powers? Lumian raised his head, pointed to Ruhl, who was still unconscious, and said to Mrs. Michele:
"You are believers in the 'Eternal Sun', right? Take him to St. Robles Church to try it."
He felt that the Holy Palace Hospital should not cure this disease involving extraordinary powers, so it would be better to go to the church of the "Eternal Sun" to see if the effects could be eliminated through purification.
Mrs. Michele also noticed her husband's abnormal changes and said with a crying voice:
"No, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital, transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital!"
In her understanding, going to church to seek blessings is slightly equivalent to giving up treatment and preparing for end-of-life comfort.
Lumian didn't persuade him, because he thought that it was midnight, the church of San Robles had already closed its doors, and Ruhr and Michele were just a pair of scavengers, so there was a high probability that they wouldn't be able to open the door.
Moreover, the distance from here to the Church of St. Robles is not very close, and Ruhl's condition is developing very quickly, so he may not be able to reach his destination until the night watchman in the church is alarmed and opens the door.
Lumian stared at the situation getting more and more wrong, and Ruhr, who had burst blisters and oozing pus, was silent for a few seconds and said to Mrs. Michele:
"You go to the doctor, and now transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital."
"Okay, okay!" Michele woke up like a dream and hurriedly ran to the doctor who had seen Ruhr just now.
When she left the makeshift hospital bed, Lumian turned sideways, blocking the view of the other patients, and took out an iron-colored metal bottle etched with a spring water pattern.
This is the "healing potion" obtained from the "bald head" Harman!
Lumian felt that the occult disease could only be fought with the occult potion, and although he was not sure if this potion, which mainly treats trauma, would have an effect on Ruhr, he planned to give it a try.
He unscrewed the bottle cap, pinched both sides of Ruhr's mouth, and forcibly filled him with half of the potion.
Ruhr seemed to have been thirsty for a long time, and instinctively swallowed the clear spring-like liquid.
After grunting twice, he returned to calm.
In less than a minute, when Mrs. Michelle led the doctor over, the blisters on Ruhl's face began to shrive, quickly scabbed and fell off silently.
It really works...... Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and focused again, observing the changes in his fortune.
This time, Ruhl no longer showed signs of death, and the fate of the coming days became somewhat chaotic, making it difficult for Lumian to discern and speculate.
The doctor glanced at Ruhr a few times and said to Mrs. Michelle suspiciously:
"Isn't the situation good?"
Mrs. Michelle also found that all the terrifying blisters on her husband's face had disappeared, leaving only some scars and wrinkles, and her breathing became steady and no longer rapid.
"I'm sorry, I'm too anxious." She quickly apologized.
The doctor, who was very resistant to the stench on her and Ruhl, waved his hand and said:
"The drugs of Fool Pharmaceutical Company are much more effective than others, since the situation has improved, let's observe it again, don't rush to transfer to the Holy Palace Hospital."
After saying that, he couldn't wait to leave the temporary hospital bed.
Mrs. Michele sat limply next to Ruhl and touched his forehead from time to time to feel his temperature.
Lumian did not leave, pulled a round bench and sat down, examining the changes in Ruhr's situation.
After ten minutes, Ruhr opened his eyes and looked blankly at the unfamiliar white ceiling and said:
"Where is this?"
Michele breathed a sigh of relief and quickly told him about his sudden illness.
"Why did I suddenly get sick?" Ruhr was very confused, "I still felt that I had no problem at all before going to bed."
Lumian interjected the communication between the two couples and asked casually:
"What did you do before going to bed that was different from usual?"
"No." Ruhl thought for a while and said, "As before, count the garbage I picked up, go to the bathroom to urinate, chat for a while, and sleep...... Maybe I came back very late yesterday, it was almost 1 o'clock after counting, and I slept too late, ......."
Could it be that there is something wrong with the garbage? Or, what happened during the day and didn't break out until midnight? Lumian asked carefully for a while, but didn't find any valuable clues from Ruhl and Michele's mouths.
Ruhl's body recovered quickly, and as soon as he finished the infusion, he shouted to go back to the hotel, unwilling to stay at the Roblin Clinic until dawn so as not to spend more money.
Seeing that his fortune had not changed, Lumian did not stop it.
Golden Rooster Hotel, outside room 302.
Lumian frowned slightly, looking at the piles of garbage inside that exuded different smells, trying to find the one that might have a problem, while Rull and Michele stood beside him, constantly thanking him.
Due to the special environment, the sense of smell was not useful, Lumian turned on "spiritual vision" and observed for a while, but there was no gain.
He had no choice but to say to Ruhl and Michele:
"It is not ruled out that there is dirt in this garbage that may cause illness, you will sleep in another room tonight, wait."
Lumian planned to wait for Franka to get up and ask the "witch" who was good at divination to help determine the source of the problem.
Michele was frightened by her husband's sudden illness and almost died, and said before Ruhr:
"Okay!
"Thank you, Mr. Ciel."
There were still two vacant rooms on the third floor, and Lumian arranged Ruhl and Michele in room 307 for them to rest quickly.
At this time, it was past four o'clock in the morning, Lumian went back to room 207, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze while thinking about the reason.
Suddenly, he woke up and vaguely heard the woman's cry.
Lumi tightened her heart, took "Fallen Mercury", went out of the room, and followed the crying to the third floor.
In the darkness, his heart gradually sank, and he slowed down with some fear.
He finally stopped outside room 307, and with the help of the crimson moonlight penetrating the curtains, he saw Mrs. Michelle kneeling in front of the bed, sobbing continuously.
Sensing someone approaching, Michele, who was wearing a yellow cloth dress, turned her head sideways in the dim light and looked at the door, her wrinkled face full of tears.
She said in a blank and empty tone:
"Ciel, Mr. Charles, Ruhl is dead......"
(End of this chapter)