"Disease"

Seeing Lumian remain silent, Michel said anxiously, "If you don't want to, I can find someone else."

"Who should I talk to...? They don't really like us, they complain about the smell..."

This is also why her first reaction was to find Lumian, the Gang leader. At the Golden Rooster Inn, the only people who could communicate with the couple in a calm manner were Lumian and Charlie, but Charlie had already moved away.

Looking at Mrs. Michel, who was short, hunched over, and had a pleading look on her face, Lumian sighed and said, "I'll go take a look."

Filled with lingering doubt, he walked past Mrs. Michel, jogged up to the Third Floor, and entered Room 302.

The place was piled with all sorts of garbage and filled with an indescribable stench. Lumian pinched his nose and squeezed through the narrow space that could only fit one person to reach the Bed with its yellow and greasy sheets.

With numerous wrinkles and gray hair, Roul were tightly closed, his breathing rapid, and his cheeks flushed; he had already fallen Past.

He's really sick... Lumian frowned, held his breath, turned around and went to the Library, carrying Roul out of the room.

Michel quickly rummaged through the piles of trash, pulling out Banknotes and Coins from hidden places and putting them on herself.

She quickly left Room 302, locking the door as she said to Lumian, "Mr. Charles, don't worry about me. Take Roul to the clinic quickly; I'll catch up soon."

Lumian nodded, quickened his pace, and ran out of the Golden Rooster Inn.

He frequented White Coat Street and was familiar with the clinics there. After a frantic run, he spotted the Roblin Clinic, which was essentially a small hospital.

--The Honest Market District and the Noel District are very close to each other. Just across the bridge is the Holy Palace Hospital, which was established with funding from the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun. Therefore, there are only some clinics on this side of the bridge.

Two Doctor were on night shift at the Roblin Clinic. The fairly spacious lobby was furnished with temporary beds, where several patients were lying and receiving intravenous infusions.

Lumian carried Roul to one of the Doctor and placed him on the examination bed.

The Doctor in his early thirties wearing Gold-Rimmed Glasses, glanced at Lumian, didn't mention the consultation fee directly, and began a simple examination of Roul's condition with a look of disdain.

After a few minutes, he adjusted his glasses and said, "The fever is very high, but there are no other symptoms. I suggest trying to reduce the fever first. If that doesn't work, transfer to Holy Palace Hospital immediately."

"Okay." Lumian didn't know much about medicine and could only follow the Doctor's advice.

The Doctor quickly wrote out a prescription, told Lumian to pay first, and then go to the pharmacy to pick up the fever reducer and IV equipment.

"The Fool Pharmaceutical Company, Model 1357 antipyretic..." Lumian glanced at the contents of the order form, then turned and walked towards the payment window.

At this moment, Mrs. Michel finally arrived, already panting heavily.

She took the bill from Lumian, glanced at the price, and blurted out, "It'll Felkine..."

Before Lumian could respond, she gritted her teeth, took out Copper Coin and Silver Coin coins, and scraped together 5 Felkine to pay the consultation fee.

Not long after, Roul was moved to a temporary hospital bed and began receiving intravenous treatment.

This is a treatment method that has become popular in recent years.

Mrs. Michel finally calmed down and said to Lumian, "Thank you, Mr. Charles. You can go back and rest now. I'll stay with Roul."

Lumian didn't insist; after all, he wasn't Doctor.

He nodded slightly, turned his gaze to Roul, and focused his attention, intending to check his Fortune.

Upon seeing this, Lumian's brows furrowed involuntarily.

Mr. Roul is about to meet his Destiny!

But it wasn't strong or obvious, unlike the previous Vagrant, who seemed to still have a chance of being saved.

Just as Lumian was about to suggest transferring Ruhr to the Holy Palace Hospital immediately, Roul's condition Change:

One after another, translucent blisters, resembling burns, appeared on his skin, quickly filling with pale yellow pus, showing signs of ulceration.

Such symptoms, such progression, and such rapid evolution made Lumian's eyes narrow; his intuition told him that this was no ordinary disease.

This is very likely related to Mysticism and supernatural forces!

Mr. Roul is just a scavenger, why would he be affected by supernatural forces? Lumian raised his head, pointed to the still unconscious Roul, and said to Mrs. Michel, "You are followers of the ' Eternal Blazing Sun, ' aren't you? Take him to Saint Robles Church and try."

He felt that the Holy Palace Hospital was unlikely to be able to cure this disease involving supernatural powers, and that it would be better to go to the Church of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" to see if the effects could be eliminated through purification.

Mrs. Michel noticed her husband's unusual Change and said in a tearful voice, "No, transfer to Holy Palace Hospital, transfer to Holy Palace Hospital!"

In her mind, going to Church for blessings was tantamount to giving up on treatment and preparing for end-of-life consolation.

Lumian didn't try to persuade them, because he knew it was the middle of the night, the Saint Robles Church was already closed, and Roul and Michel were just a pair of scavengers, so there was a high chance they wouldn't be able to answer the door.

Moreover, the distance from here to the Saint Robles Church is not short, and Roul's condition is progressing very rapidly. He may not be able to make it to his destination until the lantern-bearer inside the Church is alerted and opens the door.

Lumian stared at Roul, whose condition was deteriorating rapidly, with blisters ruptured and pus draining from his wounds. After a few seconds of silence, he said to Mrs. Michel, "Go find Doctor. Transfer him to Holy Palace Hospital now."

"Okay, okay!" Michel snapped out of her daze and hurriedly ran toward That One Doctor who had just treated Roul.

After she left the makeshift hospital bed, Lumian turned to her side, blocking the view of the other Patient, and then took out a ferrous metal bottle etched with a spring pattern.

This is a "Healing Potion" obtained from "Baldy" Harman!

Lumian believed that Mysticism diseases could only be combated with Mysticism potions. Although he was unsure whether this potion, which primarily treated external injuries, would work on Roul, he decided to give it a try.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, pinched the sides of Roul's mouth, and forced half of the medicine down his throat.

Roul seemed to have been thirsty for a long time, and instinctively swallowed the clear, spring-like liquid.

After two gurgling sounds, he calmed down.

Less than a minute later, when Mrs. Michel arrived with the Doctor, the blisters on Roul's face began to dry up, quickly scab over, and fall off silently.

It really worked... Lumian a sigh of relief and focused his attention again to observe the Change in his Fortune.

This time, Roul showed no signs of death, and his Destiny in the Future few days became somewhat Chaos, making it difficult for Lumian to discern or predict.

The Doctor glanced at Roul a few times, then asked Michel with a puzzled look, "Isn't the situation quite good?"

Mrs. Michel also noticed that the terrible blisters on her husband's face had all disappeared, leaving only some scars and wrinkles, and his breathing had become steady and no longer rapid.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry," she quickly apologized.

The Doctor, who was quite averse to the stench emanating from her and Roul, waved his hand and said, "The Fool Pharmaceutical Company's drugs are much more effective than others. Since the situation has improved, let's observe them a little longer; don't rush to transfer them to Holy Palace Hospital."

After saying that, he left the makeshift hospital bed without waiting for a moment.

Michel slumped down next to Roul, occasionally touching his forehead to check his temperature.

Lumian did not leave. He pulled up a round stool, sat down, and began to examine the Change in Roul's situation.

Ten minutes later, Roul opened his eyes, staring blankly at the unfamiliar white ceiling, and asked, "Where... am I?"

Michel breathed a sigh of relief and quickly recounted his sudden illness.

"How could I suddenly get sick?" Roul was very confused. "I felt perfectly fine before I went to bed."

Lumian interrupted the couple's conversation, asking casually, "What did you do before bed that was different from usual?"

"No," Roul said after a moment's thought. "It was the same as every day: counting the trash I collected, going to the Washroom to pee, chatting for a while, then going to sleep... It's probably because I came back very late yesterday, and by the time I finished counting it it was almost 1 a. m., so I went to bed too late..."

Could there be something wrong with the trash? Or did something happen during the day that only erupted at night? Lumian questioned them carefully for a while, but couldn't get any valuable clues out of Roul and Michel.

Roul recovered quickly. As soon as the IV drip was finished, he insisted on going back to the hotel, unwilling to stay at the Roblin Clinic until dawn to avoid spending more money.

Seeing that his Fortune remained Change, Lumian did not stop him.

Outside Room 302 the Golden Rooster Inn.

Lumian frowned slightly, examining the piles of garbage emitting different smells, trying to find the one that might be the problem. Roul and Michel stood beside him, thanking him repeatedly.

Given the unusual environment, where his Sense of Smell was useless, Lumian "Spirit Vision" and observed for a while, but to no avail.

He could only say to Roul and Michel, "It's possible that there's something dirty in this trash that could cause illness. You should sleep in another room tonight and we'll talk about it again in the morning."

Lumian planned to ask Franca, a "Witch" skilled in Divination, to help him determine the Source of the problem after she woke up.

Michel was terrified by her husband's sudden illness and near death, and blurted out before Roul could speak, "Okay!"

Thank you, Mr. Charles.

There were two empty rooms on the Third Floor, and Lumian arranged for Roul and Michel to stay in Room 307 so they could get some rest.

It was past four in the morning. Lumian returned to Room 207, lay down on the bed, and while pondering the reason, he drifted Past to sleep.

Suddenly, he awoke with a start and vaguely heard a woman crying.

Lumian's heart tightened. He took the "Fallen Mercury" with him, left the room, and followed the sound of crying to the Third Floor.

In the darkness, his heart sank, and he slowed his pace with a sense of fear.

He finally stopped outside Room 307, and by the Crimson Moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw Mrs. Michel kneeling before the Bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Sensing someone approaching, Michel, dressed in a yellowish-brown dress, turned her head in the dim light and looked towards the doorway, her wrinkled face streaked with tears.

She said in a blank and Cavern voice, "Charles, Mr. Charles, Roul is dead..."