: The fifth year story 105, the plague

"Black, death, disease?!"
In the imperial city where the wind blows, in the crystal palace. After reading the report in his hand, the king behind the water curtain threw it angrily at the official kneeling in front of the water curtain.
"Dusai, give me a reasonable reason. Why have you ever patted your chest to ensure that there is no problem with a sudden small cold that will develop into the Black Death?!"
The health officer kneeling down was trembling and sweating on his forehead. The other officials beside him were also trembling, afraid to talk.
The king patted the armrest of the throne angrily and stood up. He strode down the stairs, and the water curtain was bounced off by an invisible force before falling on the king. The king walked down the stairs and stared at the health official with an angry face. Other officials around saw the king step down the throne and knelt down. The health official slammed his head on the ground, and did not even dare to lift it up.
"Dusai, tell me what I used to raise you for."
"Yes... is to assist your Majesty... to deal with... to deal with domestic... diseases..."
The health officer's lips were white and his voice trembling finished these words.
"Very good. Since you know that your job is to assist me, why help to the end, resurrect the disease that killed nearly a third of the population on the sad continent 300 years ago?! This is yours Help????!!!"
"Your Majesty...uuuu...Your Majesty..."
The health officials were speechless and could only cry.
"If you find a disease, then it's fine. But you concealed it and did not report it. The report to me said'cold and cold caused by the volatility of the weather'! Because of your concealment, I have never Only by making proper judgments can this disease make the entire Nanqiusi Town into such a state! You say, what use is there for me to keep you?!"
As soon as the king uttered these words, the health officials immediately realized that a catastrophe was imminent. He immediately slapped his nose, rushed up to hug the king's leg, kissed his shoes, and pleaded: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty! Please forgive me... Please give me another chance! We... We thought we could. Those who control this virus... did not expect that the Black Death that occurred this time is very different from the one 300 years ago! This time... we will contact Mr. Campa... and come together..."
The king kicked the health official away, and the doctor immediately spit out a few teeth from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground with his mouth full of blood.
"Useless waste!"
Campa was also kneeling in the corner of the palace at this moment. He raised his head slightly and watched his old friend vent his anger there.
"If everything depends on Campa, what are you doing in this position? Why don't you take the initiative to leave, and then ask Campa to sit in your position? Dusai, don't think I don't know, you have always been in the empire The chief physician considers himself, and always looks down on Campa, who has abandoned the doctor for many years. When someone recommends Campa, he is always prevaricated by various reasons. Why, now I think of him instead?!"
The health official looked pale, covering the corners of his mouth, looking at the king in horror. But soon he realized something, and began to crawl to the side of Campa behind the palace, without saying a word, constantly kowtow to him. The sound of dong dong dong resounded through this crystal palace.
Campa glanced at Dusai, who was kowtow beside him, then looked at the angry king in front of him, and did not speak immediately. And the king did not pay attention to the actions of the health officials. He picked up the documents again, read them while reading--
"The only thing that is certain about the Black Death is that it is a disease transmitted by fleas on mice. It is not transmitted from the air. But it is transmitted through blood, saliva and other body fluids. Once infected, the incubation period will be It takes about a week, but once it becomes ill, the infected person will die within 48 hours."
"The deceased will have black spots, high fevers, mental instability before death, and aggressiveness. It once raged three hundred years ago and became the most terrifying plague that killed one third of the mainland's population. There is currently no known treatment that can be cured. But after a period of raging, this disease disappeared mysteriously. But now..."
The more you read, the more excited the king's emotions become. He dropped the file in his hand again, raised his head, and said angrily--
"Now, the of death has reappeared in my country!!!"
The health officials had knocked the head full of blood, the skin was cracked, and in the end, it was almost knocking the ground with bones. Those splashing blood foam bounced around, and many people kneeling in front of Campa could not help being shocked. They secretly pulled up the hem of their robes and moved them away.
The king angrily turned his back to the officials, and looked up at his throne, lost in thought. The booming sound continued, but it didn't last long before the sound stopped. Campa turned his head slightly, and saw the health officer slumped on the ground, like a mass of mud, motionless.
"Your Majesty, although there is something wrong with Mr. Dusai, at any rate, he has also adopted some appropriate epidemic prevention measures."
Amidst the unknown peace, Campa finally raised his head and said slowly.
"Without getting your order, he dared not issue martial law. But he still secretly arranged manpower to enter the town and obtained first-hand relevant information for us. What is certain now is that the disease is in The incubation stage will make the patient's mental disorder, have a near-pathological sense of territory, and will prevent any population that intends to escape. Because of this characteristic, the plague does not spread, does it?"
The king was silent...After a stalemate for ten minutes, he slowly exhaled and turned around: "The special envoy of the kingdom of death is about to visit. Now, Nanqius has something like this again... Dusai!"
Hearing the king's call to himself again, the comatose health official finally woke up in a trance. His tears and nose ran down, and he knelt in front of the king, weeping and kowtow.
"If I tell you that you must develop a cure for the Black Death for me before the envoy of the kingdom of death, and I can spare you from dying, you should not accept it."
In this case, will anyone still refuse to accept it? Du Sai finally escaped from the ghost gate for the time being, with joy on one side and worry on the other. He has made up his mind, and immediately after this meeting is over, he will ask Campa to join the medical team to study the treatment of this plague.
In diplomatic wars, there will always be all sorts of accidents that make the negotiation unpredictable. If he is a smart leader, he will immediately open the "doors of convenience" when encountering such problems in the other country, providing troops, medicines, and talents. It is difficult for the injured country to reject this kind of "goodwill."
This is not just a plague. Although under the plague, the political struggle of mankind will appear very small. But before the plague caused the doomsday consequences of 300 years ago, the harm of the failure of the national struggle will always be greater than the plague.
The meeting was disbanded, and after leaving the parliament hall, Campa asked him for a piece of information. Of course, the other party is also willing to provide. On the way back to Divine Grace, Campa kept looking at the medical report, frowning.
Inside the tower of glory...
Thick piles of materials were spread out on a large desk.
Campa held two documents in each hand, constantly comparing and verifying. As he watched, his brows were also slightly frowned. Obviously, the situation did not seem optimistic.
"Soul doctor, what are you thinking."
The amber liquid flew out of the bottle, forming the head of a giant beast in the air. Those blue eyes stared at Campa, waiting for an answer.
Campa shook his head, put down the two documents in his hand, pointed to the clinical symptoms listed above, and said: "This one is a symptom of the Black Death outbreak."
"And this one is the clinical symptoms of the disease outbreak three hundred years ago."
"The symptoms between the two are very similar, black spots, persistent high fever, and abnormal mental state. But after the comparison, I found that the last time the virus had a very important feature compared to this time. ."
The behemoth of water grinned open, showing his mouth full of teeth: "Oh? What is it?"
"This kind of territorial consciousness to slaughter anyone who dared to escape, this kind of'nest-loving habit'."
The Water Giant did not answer the conversation, but continued to wait for Campa to speak.
"Generally, if it is not spread through direct bodily fluids, it should take a long time from infection to onset. People in the early stages of infection will try their best to kill anyone who wants to escape. This means that you only need to spread in a small area. A little bit of virus can ensure that no people in this range can escape, and they will all be killed or die of illness. On the contrary, the nest-loving habits of people in the later stages of infection will disappear. What does this mean?"
"...Soul doctor, you mean..."
"Ah, this is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster." Campa raised his hand and patted the document repeatedly, and said, "Someone has modified this black death virus so that their infected people will not be in an uncontrolled situation. If it is used as a military weapon, it can be said to be the best virus weapon for killing enemy forces within a certain range without harming friendly forces."
"...Soul doctor, I have something to say."
Campa squeezed the information in his hand, his teeth clenched, and said, "What's the matter."
"You are not allowed to take action in this incident."