Near noon, the rain turned to snow.

Inside the carriage, Jacqueline and the doctor looked at each other, and the scene in front of them was beyond their comprehension.

"I read a lot of medical books when I was studying medicine in college, but I didn't see any mention of this kind of wound deterioration, I think it might be parasites... ...But these fleshy tentacles are clearly grown from the flesh and blood of priests, how could there be such a type of parasite?"

The doctor took out the notes and several medical books he carried with him and read through it. The pen in his hand kept swiping some passages. The black lines traveled between the fonts under the traction of the nib of the pen. In the end, he could only stunned. , only a black dot of ink remains.

As a doctor, he could not explain the condition with his expertise.

"It can absorb the energy I release and grow quickly, and it can also cause damage to the priest's body... priest's wound, gunshot wound?"

These fleshy tentacles grew in and around the wound, and the first thing Jacqueline thought of was the wound.

"Yes, there is no doubt about it. I had bandaged the priest in the woods, and I checked the wound at that time. It was indeed a bullet wound."

There is still a gap between gunshot wounds and other types of injuries, and he can't make mistakes in this.

"Could it be that we were infected with some kind of strange disease in the forest... You know, we sometimes encounter some strange monsters when we perform missions."

As the Knight Captain of the Morning Light Sect, as a heretic, she has naturally come into contact with some special beings. The priest's wound cannot be inferred from common sense, so she can only think of other aspects.

Hearing this, the doctor suddenly stood up from the bed on the other side, only to hear a "clang", the doctor sat back again, rubbed the back of his head, his face full of panic.

"What's wrong?"

Jacqueline looked at the doctor's expression in surprise.

"If it's as you said, it's really a strange disease. What if it's contagious? Those... tentacles on the ground! It must be dealt with immediately, otherwise there will be a major incident!"

When it comes to contagion, Jacqueline's face also becomes ugly. Even a strong-willed person will probably collapse if they see these strange tentacles appearing on their body.

"Is there a coal stove in the car? Find a tin box, store these tentacles in isolation, and then find a way to burn them."

Jacqueline is also a decisive person, she made a decision quickly, and then said,

"Can the train stop? We can't bet on the lives of the people on the train."

"I'm afraid this is not possible. There is no stop nearby. Even if the train stops at any place, it is impossible for the passengers to go down... If we go down, then the **** task will definitely not be completed on time, and we will go on foot. Corta, this is really not a good idea, what's more, we need a reasonable reason to convince the conductor to stop the train, how can these things be mentioned to him!"

This is not a passenger carriage that is called on the side of the road, but a train with hundreds of people. Looking out the window, there is heavy snow falling on the wilderness, how could it be parked here.

The current situation is really tricky. The two of them were trying to figure out a solution in the car, but before they could come up with a reason, the priest on the bed suddenly reacted, and the body that had been unconscious because of the pain started again. Shivering, turned over without warning, and began to vomit. Some yellow-brown liquid flowed out of his mouth and dripped on the ground, with a strange rancid smell, very unpleasant, Jacqueline had no choice but to It was barely relieved by opening the window next to it.

At the same time, the tentacles at the location of the priest's wound began to grow again, no doubt a sign of a worsening condition.

"Jacqueline, Corta is still a day and a half away. No matter how we go on, the priest will definitely not be able to make it to the finish line. At that time, can we send you a piece of information... Mr. priest may be able to Tell us first, and then we'll pass it on, so even if the worst happens, at least we can..."

"Yuck~"

Presumably to refute the doctor's ominous-sounding remark, the priest interrupted him with a loud retching.

"By the way, let the team members go separately and ask the passengers in the car. Maybe there are other doctors. They may have heard of this disease. We have to find a way to save the priest."

To be able to come up with this method, in fact, can be regarded as a dead horse as a living horse doctor, maybe this is actually a relatively rare skin disease or parasite.

"The captain, you stay here, I'll go out and let the team members go to each carriage to find a doctor."

"No, the priest needs care now, I'm out, you're here to watch... If the priest briefly regains consciousness, you can try to get his opinion and let him tell us his mission."

Jacqueline got up and left the carriage and began to assign tasks to the team members. Naturally, they could not tell the facts to others. They just asked if there was a doctor and then told some symptoms.

The result was disappointing. After asking for a long time, there was indeed a doctor on the train, but they also hadn't heard of this symptom. Some people thought they were joking about someone getting sick, and almost quarreled with them.

"Only the last 3 carriages, if you can't find someone who can help..."

Jacqueline stopped talking, but the gloomy expression on her face was self-evident.

dong dong dong~

There was a sound of laughter coming from the private room in a carriage.

Someone pushed open the low door, and both inside and outside the private room fell into silence for a while.

"Is something wrong?"

Donald naturally recognized these people. Before he got into the car, he stared at them for a while, and he was holding a good deck of cards in his hand, ready to kill the Quartet.

"No...it's okay!"

Jacqueline also had an impression of these people. After all, she only saw them last night. After taking the priest back, she also heard him talk about these people who were "death and can't help". She wanted to leave subconsciously, but suddenly thought of these People seem to be a team of heretics, and now is not the time to care about details, so they change their words abruptly.

"Please say."

The two sides are not familiar with each other. This is the second time they have met. Donald can't ask someone to leave directly, so he can only ask aloud.

By the way, out of the corner of his eye, he peeked at the cards in Stephanie's hand.

"We have a companion who is seriously ill and has some weird tentacles growing in the wound. I wonder if you have ever encountered a similar situation?"

"Tentacles? No."

The denial was neat. On the one hand, Donald really had never seen the tentacles, and on the other hand, he also knew that the injured person mentioned by these people must be the one they met last night.

To put it bluntly, he didn't want to save, let alone there was no way to save it.

"I know that unpleasant things have happened between you, but this time is indeed a very serious situation. My friend's disease may be contagious, and everyone in the train may be in danger. Now the train can't stop. If there is a cure, please help us, and the Morning Light Sect will provide you with satisfactory remuneration."

I heard from the priest that these people were very indifferent. As a knight commander, Jacqueline naturally knew the attitude of the heretics towards strangers, and only refused when Donald didn't want to get into trouble. He could only grit his teeth and reveal another message.

"Contagion... what did you say?"

The infectious disease that can make the strangers helpless, Donald and the knights behind Jacqueline showed similar expressions, and then frowned and said,

"Since you think it's an infectious disease and you're taking the sick on the train, what are you thinking?"

"Hey, please pay attention to your tone when you speak!"

Because of his surprise, Donald's tone was a little heavy when he spoke, which made several young people outside the carriage a little dissatisfied.

"Why, you brought people here, and now that something goes wrong, let others wipe your ass? Okay, I have a solution. Since it's an infectious disease, just kill people and throw them into the wild. If you want to cremate them. , I can give you a Fire Element Inscription Scroll for free."

These people are dissatisfied, how can Donald's mood be better?

He was playing poker well, and suddenly a person appeared and said that there was a guest with an infectious disease in the car, or they brought it up, and now how many people are Donald being asked to treat?

"At present, it is not certain whether it will be contagious or not, but there is a possibility of this. Some tentacles that would hurt his own body suddenly grew around his wound, which caused him great pain... .If you can cure him, I can promise you a satisfactory payment."

The oppressive aura she felt from these people in front of her made Jacqueline realize that these people should be quite powerful figures, and she requested again.

"I didn't lie to you, I really haven't seen or even heard of such things as wounds and tentacles."

Donald shrugged, don't know just don't know, he's not going to lie about this sort of thing.

"Wait, what is the relationship between your Morning Light Church and the Craft and Forging Church?"

Anthony stopped the few who were about to leave, looked at Donald, and tapped the unfinished space ring he was wearing on the index finger of his left hand.

"How do you know..."

She did not identify herself.

"The badge of the long sword on your waist is enough to prove this, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I will just say that we went to Corta to find a craftsman to create a special magic item for us. , If you have a way in this regard, then although we have never seen such a strange disease, we can also find a way to help."

When playing poker, a few of them talked about space ring forging. Money is not enough, they have to find a craftsman who can make space rings, and this level of craftsman is obviously not You can see it anywhere.

"If you can cure the priest, I can promise to introduce you to first-class craftsmen!"

As long as the priest can be saved, it is not difficult for Jacqueline to find a first-class craftsman.

"Come on, take us to see people."

Now it's a deal, and it's also about the space ring, so Donald is naturally more attentive.