"Take off your clothes and stand up obediently!"

Dr. Ward ordered Sam who entered the tent.

"What... what?"

"I told you to obey."

After getting the doctor's confirmation, Sam's eyes widened, his dirty face turned red, and he looked embarrassed.

The well-dressed man in front of him looked very kind, how could he sound like a beast in clothes?

He...he won't cheat on me? He and I are old men!

Seeing Sam's expression, Dr. Ward explained with a pleasant face: "Don't worry, I'm a doctor, just to check your body."

"Really? Then... then I will trouble the doctor."

Sam's embarrassment still persisted, but he took off his clothes obediently. There was a burning brazier in the tent, which was very warm, so there was no need to worry about catching a cold.

Why check the body? He asked a little worriedly: "Master doctor, if some disease is detected, will he be driven away?"

"Don't worry! If it's a minor illness, we won't take care of it. We will take isolation measures only when a contagious disease is detected."

"Isolation?" Sam was a little scared when he heard the word, "Are you going to lock us up?"

Dr. Ward walked around him wearing a mask, carefully observing every part of his body, and replied:

"It's true, but it's definitely not the same as treating prisoners, and we will give you medication, and we will arrange your future work and life after you recover. Anyway, don't think about it."

"Oh, thank you, Master Doctor."

Only then did Sam let go of his hanging heart, and thanked Dade authentically.

Dr. Ward reckoned that there were no major problems with these refugees. After all, they had traveled a long distance from the south to the Northwest Gulf, and those with problems could not survive the journey.

"All right!"

After the examination, Dr. Ward patted Sam on the shoulder, "Young man is in good health. I wish you the life you want in Northwest Bay."

Sam nodded gratefully: "Thank you doctor! Thank you doctor!"

Finally, something has been settled, and this life of wandering and wandering is finally coming to an end.

"After going out, go to the porridge tent to get some food!"

food? As soon as he heard this word, Sam became energetic, smelling the fragrance all the time, his stomach growling, and he couldn't wait for a long time.

He immediately went to pick up the clothes that had just been thrown on the ground, trying to put them on quickly to get the food.

Unexpectedly, another person in the tent picked up the clothes on the ground one step faster than him. Like the doctor, the other person was wrapped tightly.

"My lord...my clothes?"

"Oh? I forgot that."

Immediately the gloved man took a bundle from a large bag nearby and threw it to Sam.

"You wear this first."

After Sam untied the bundle, he found that there was a set of cotton clothes inside, with both upper body and lower body. The stitching workmanship was not very particular, but the stitching was quite strong.

It turned out that this gentleman thought that he was dressed too sloppily, which would affect the appearance of the city after going out. Indeed, the suit on my body can no longer be called clothes, and it is quite appropriate to call it tattered.

"Hey! The master is so thoughtful! He also gave me a set of clothes."

He smiled shyly, and put on the new clothes swiftly.

To be honest, it didn't fit very well, but it was warmer and more comfortable than my own.

The refugees are all from the south, and they don't know the climate in the north. Now it's the turn of autumn and winter, and the journey has froze them to death.

Sam stretched out his hand to the gloved man, intending to get back his original clothes, after all, he had worn them all the way, and that suit was also one of his few possessions.

The other party did not intend to return it to him, and said to Sam: "We will wash your clothes and scald them with boiling water, and then return them to you."

Sam couldn't figure it out: "Boil it with boiling water? Why?"

"Because there is...forget it, I can't explain it to you! Anyway, it will be returned to you in the end. What is your name?"

"Sam, sir, my name is Sam."

"Okay, I've made a note, you go out to get food quickly, don't delay the people behind."

"Yes, I'll go out right away."

With doubts in his heart, Sam glanced at his old clothes reluctantly. The gentlemen would not throw them away directly, and he would be very distressed like that.

Forget it, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come, didn't I just get a new set?

Soup! bread! I'm coming!

He rushed out of the tent with a hunger for food.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Dr. Ward, take a look."

While pulling Sam's old clothes, the hygienist complained to the doctor:

"I really want to burn this pile of junk. What's on it, bedbugs, lice, fleas, everything. Look at these white spots, they are all eggs."

Dr. Ward spread his hands and said helplessly, "Don't laugh at other people from other places. The hygiene conditions of our people here are not much better."

The hygienist's eyes showed eagerness: "I hope every day that the 'New Life Movement' that Mr. Graiman called can start immediately. I’m always in a state of anxiety.”

"Don't worry, don't worry." The doctor comforted him: "Hasn't it been like this for thousands of years? And changing a person's hygiene concept and hygiene habits is definitely not something that happens overnight, take your time."

…

Not everyone is as open-minded as Sam just now, such as in Susan's tent...

"You don't want to take my clothes! This is my only property!"

A female refugee hugged her old clothes tightly and refused to let others move.

Susan comforted her: "Your clothes...we will return them to you, just wash them, don't worry."

"No! I don't want to be separated from this outfit for a moment. It's the only thing my parents left me... woo woo woo!"

The female refugee sat slumped on the ground and burst into tears, probably because she recalled something.

Susan was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.

"Militiamen!" the health worker next to her immediately shouted out of the tent.

Immediately, two men rushed in, and the health worker briefly explained the situation. The militiamen directly took off the old clothes of the female refugee and left them on the ground, and then forcibly dragged the crying and screaming female refugee out.

Susan asked the female hygienist in a daze: "Is...isn't it good to do this?"

The female hygienist looked at her indifferently and said: "Nothing bad, Doctor Susan, it is already a great kindness for the lord to take in these refugees. If you still don't obey the arrangement, you will be too ignorant." Anyway."

Susan can't say anything to refute ~lightnovelpub.net~ For those unfortunate people, she will always respond with infinite sympathy, such as those refugees, or the girl in front of her.

When she was training at Weiss College, she learned that there was a special group of women in the class. They were imprisoned by pirates and lived an unbearable life for many years. Some of them were even kidnapped by pirates since they were young. with misfortune.

It was Arda's navy that rescued them, and the lord arranged for them to learn nursing knowledge at Weiss College, with a view to training them as "hygienists" or "nurses". Occupations are all related to saving lives and helping the wounded.

This is tantamount to giving them a second life, and it is precisely because of this that they have a blind and superstitious worship of the lord.

And the girl in front of her is one of them.

Susan sighed inwardly: "Oh, they are all a bunch of poor people."