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"That's right. The doctrine of our Red Cross is to save all living beings. That's why I'm here to save everyone who might still be alive."
In order to push the Red Cross to its limits, he directly attacked the Catholic Church:
"You ask me what the Red Cross is? Now I'm telling you, we, the Red Cross, are in charge of things that your God doesn't dare to do. We, the Red Cross, are in charge of people that your God doesn't dare to save. In a word, we are in charge of things that God can do, and we must do even more of things that God can't do. Save people first and then treat them. This is a divine right! This is the Red Cross. Is it clear enough?"
"Hiss..." The two bird-beaked doctors took a breath of cold air.
As for Catherine, there is nothing much to say. The traitor was defeated in seconds.
She had just been rescued by Jiang Lu, but she had already betrayed Catholicism on the spot.
"You mean, you came here to save us and put an end to this disaster?"
"That's right!"
Jiang Lu nodded, then sneered, "I think you have probably realized to some extent that God has abandoned you, but I am different. I am a male Bodhisattva. I am willing to donate my body to all women in danger in order to save the common people."
The young bird-beaked doctor was startled: "Where is the man?"
Without any hesitation, Jiang Lu decisively refused without thinking: "The rescue method for men is still under development, so we need to wait."
"But..." the old bird-beaked doctor said weakly, "There are still many men who are sick. Are we just going to watch them die?"
"Well... you really have stumped me."
Jiang Lu fell into deep thought. If he wanted to become bigger and stronger, it would not be justified to save only women. But if he wanted to save men, the conditions did not allow it.
After thinking for a long time, a bold idea came to his mind.
"Got it! I thought of a possibility."
"what?"
Jiang Lu, who suddenly realized the truth, said seriously, "Let the wives of sick men be cured by me a few times first, and when they have accumulated enough of my church spirit, I will use them as a medium to cure their husbands. Isn't that right?"
Not surprisingly, the three were shocked.
But in this environment, their priority is not whether this method is against the will of heaven, but whether it can really save lives.
Finally, the older bird-beaked doctor spoke solemnly: "It should be possible... to give it a try."
But a new problem arises: what should unmarried men do?
But this did not pose any difficulty at all for Jiang Lu, who had already taken the most difficult step.
"That's easy. I just need some sociable women to help me."
He said it very tactfully, but anyone with insight would know what he meant.
At this moment, they looked at Jiang Lu with eyes full of admiration.
He is truly a living saint!
"How about this?" The elderly doctor, who cared about the people, immediately suggested: "You follow us to send the bodies outside the city to be burned, and then we will take you into the city. There are many sick people there. Let's try it first to see if your method works."
"Okay." Jiang Lu agreed happily.
After receiving approval, the elderly doctor with the bird's beak showed a long-lost comfortable smile under the mask.
At this time, the young bird-beak doctor reminded: "Are you going to find the walking stick yet?"
The older bird-beaked doctor then remembered this.
"Oh, by the way, the cane, we must find it, otherwise I won't be able to report to Kafa's wife and children. After all, he came here with me, but I didn't expect him to die here."
When Jiang Lu heard the key words, he remembered something.
"A walking stick? Are you talking about a wooden stick that's less than a meter long and has a green gem embedded in the handle?"
"Have you seen it?" asked the elderly bird-beaked doctor in surprise.
Jiang Lu returned to the house, took out the cane he had just thrown on the ground and handed it over:
"Take it if you want. There's no use for me to keep it."
"Thank you! You are such a noble person!" said the elderly bird-beak doctor sincerely.
However, the moment he took the cane, it slipped and fell to the ground.
The older bird-beaked doctor looked at his gloves and found some slippery liquid on them.
"This is..."
He looked at Jiang Lu in confusion.
Catherine, who was sitting on the side, seemed to remember something, then realized it belatedly, and lowered her head with a flushed face.
"The conditions were limited just now..." Jiang Lu said calmly: "I was missing a tongue depressor, so I used it for a while, you just need to wash it."
Chapter 99 Jiang Lu used Renaissance on the primitive man!
After a brief conversation, Jiang Lu learned that the older bird-beaked doctor was named Marino, and the other was a student he brought from another place, named Greco, and they were both doctors of the church.
Florence was the first place where the plague appeared. Out of religious beliefs, many doctors from all over the country spontaneously came to the rescue.
When they got here, they found that the situation was not as simple as they had imagined.
As the scale of infection gradually expanded, these doctors not only suffered heavy casualties due to close contact with patients, but were also effectively blocked in Florence. If they went outside, they would inevitably pass through the epidemic area and die.
Until a genius named Charles invented a protective suit.
He used the bird-beak mask of the Venetian Carnival, stuffed it with herbs to block out the air, then covered himself from head to toe in a coat made of oilskin, wrapped his hands in huge gloves, wore a hat, and held a cane in his hand, directing the patient how to treat the disease when necessary.
This can indeed effectively isolate some of the pathogenic factors they call miasma, although there will still be infected doctors from time to time, but compared to having no protection at all, it is already a huge leap.
"Don't worry, now that I'm here, there should be some changes."
After understanding the current situation, Jiang Lu comforted her.
"Well, I believe you." Marino nodded in agreement.
Unlike them who were fully armed, Jiang Lu did not take any protection from beginning to end and was exposed to the filthy air, but he did not feel any discomfort at all. This seemed like a miracle to them.
Therefore, he naturally had great faith in Jiang Lu.
Catherine followed behind, but she just kept her head down eating the dry food that Marino gave her. It was obvious that she was really hungry.
After getting to know each other better, Marino discovered that Jiang Lu was not like those high-ranking clergymen in the church. He was very approachable, and even though he possessed magical powers that could curb the plague, he did not put on airs at all.
So he gradually relaxed and started chatting with Jiang Lu while the body was burning.
“Your name doesn’t sound Florentine, Mr. Holmes.”
Jiang Lu stared at the flickering firelight without even looking at Marino: "Dude, forget about calling me names. I don't look like a local, you see."
"So you are from..."
"I'm from the east."
"East..." Marino guessed, "Jerusalem?"
"Further east."
Marino was stunned for a moment, then thought of a race that better matched Jiang Lu's appearance: "Is that...Tatar?"
"Tartar? What is that?"
"Uh... We also call it the Whip of God, which means the devil from hell."
Jiang Lu slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.
This is like thinking of yourself as a meta, right?
I hate Yuan the most in my life. I will never admit that I am Yuan!
So he denied it with disdain:
"Bull Demon God's Whip, does God have such a thick whip? Remember, we are the whip of the underworld!"
"The underworld..." Marino was a little confused.
Jiang Lu had no choice but to explain: "This is our own hell of the Red Cross. That's all I have to say. Don't ask any more questions. It would be rude to ask any more."
"Oh, sorry." Marino probably thought he had violated some taboo, so he stopped talking about this topic.
The two chatted for a while, with Greco and Catherine joining the conversation several times. In this short period of time, Jiang Lu described to them a mysterious oriental country where mythical beasts were everywhere and evolution depended on swallowing an egg. He successfully fooled them and greatly enhanced the value of the Red Cross he had just established.
"One thing I have to explain is that the cross is not a cross. These are two separate words."
Jiang Lu began to explain the newly compiled doctrine:
"Red is the sun, which means new changes and prosperity. Ten means that every member always strives for the goal with all their strength. The Chinese character represents culture. Cultural confidence is the foundation no matter where we go. The club represents unity. As long as every member unites, we can conquer nature."
Jiang Lu was a complete opportunist. He keenly grasped the timing of the Black Death and took advantage of the opportunity when everyone was in danger and prayed to God but received no response, and began to spread this advanced idea that was advanced to them.
The Renaissance had not yet begun, and the Enlightenment was still centuries away.
It has been mentioned before that he competes with newcomers in skills and with old hands in strength. This is the way of the strong that he has carried out in both lives.
Relying on the Black Death, he could have used advanced ideas to expand and become stronger and create greater glory.
In this way, there will no longer be three heroes of the Renaissance, but only one hero, and that is Jiang Lu!
However, he still overlooked the issue of gradual progress. Such a concept obviously had a great impact on those people whose feudalism and religious views were already deeply rooted in their hearts.
Even though they had long doubted whether God was really useful, they still felt a little uneasy when faced with such bold statements.
"Well..." Marino smiled awkwardly: "I think we should discuss it after we get back."
"Okay." Jiang Lu nodded and said nothing more.
He realized that this was the bad nature of Westerners, who liked to flatter others. Even if God was like this, they still pretended to be his grandson.
They are not as pragmatic as us. None of the gods that can survive and be worshipped by future generations are idle gods.
Whether it is the God of Wealth, the Matchmaker, the God of Longevity or the Kitchen God, they are all performance gods related to people's livelihood. I have never seen a family worshipping the Jade Emperor in the shrine during the New Year.
Soon, the bodies were burned, and Greco went down to the dug pit and collected some of the ashes of the deceased, placing them in different small jars.
Before this, there had never been a custom of cremation here, but the nobles realized that corpses could spread diseases, and they wanted to keep the remains of their family members with them, so they had to adopt this method.
So for Greco, the act of packing the ashes seemed a little unprofessional.
Jiang Lu was patient at first, but as it got darker, he became a little impatient.
There are so many, how long will it take to store them all?