Chapter 165: Displaced Persons 2
Chapter 165: Stray Citizen 2
“Take off your clothes, then stand obediently!”
Dr. Ward ordered to Sam, who had walked into the tent.
“What …… what?”
“I said for you to undress.”
Upon receiving the doctor’s confirmation, Sam’s eyes widened and his dirty cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
In front of him, this person dressed as a Sisu looks quite kind, how can he say words that sound like a clotheshorse?
He …… he will not want to misbehave with me, right? I and he are all big men ah!
Looking at Sam’s expression, Dr. Warde explained in a pleasant manner, “Don’t worry, I’m a doctor, I’m just checking your body.”
“Really? Then …… that would be a trouble for the old doctor.”
Sam’s color of embarrassment still hasn’t subsided, but still honestly took off his clothes, the tent was set up with a burning fire pit, it was very warm, so there was no need to worry about catching a cold.
Why do you want to check your body? He asked with a bit of concern, “Master doctor, if you check out any diseases, will you be driven away?”
“No need to worry! If it’s a minor illness, we won’t care, and we’ll only take quarantine measures if we check out a contagious disease.”
“Quarantine?” Hearing the word Sam was a little scared, “Is it going to lock us up?”
Dr. Ward answered as he circled around him with his mask on, scrutinizing every part of his body:
“Sort of, that’s right, but it’s certainly not like treating prisoners, and we’ll be giving you medication to treat it, and then we’ll organize your future work and life once you’re better. Anyway don’t get any ideas.”
“Ohhhh, thank you Master Doctor.”
Sam’s hanging heart then dropped and he thanked gratefully.
Dr. Ward reckoned that none of the refugees had any major problems, after all, they had traveled all the way from the south to the Northwest Gulf, and the ones that did had problems wouldn’t have lasted on the road long ago.
“There!”
Dr. Waddle, who had finished his examination, patted Sam on the shoulder, “The lad’s in good shape, good luck with the life you want in the Northwest Gulf.”
Sam nodded his head in grateful succession, “Thank you doctor! Thank you doctor!”
At last there was a settlement, this uprooted life was finally coming to an end.
“Go out and collect a share of food from the tent where the porridge is cooked!”
Food? As soon as he heard this word, Sam came to the spirit, had been smelling the smell, his stomach rumbling, the old man could not wait.
He immediately went to pick up the clothes he had just thrown on the ground, wanting to hurry up and put them on to receive food.
Unexpectedly, another person in the tent picked up the clothes on the ground one step ahead of him, and the other person was wrapped tightly like the doctor.
“My lord …… my clothes?”
“Oh? That was forgotten. “
The gloved man immediately pulled a bundle out of a large bag next to him and tossed it to Sam.
“You’ll wear this for now.”
Sam unwrapped the bundle and found that it contained a set of cotton clothes, both top and bottom, not very well made by the look of the stitching, but sturdily sewn.
I see, this old man is afraid that he is too scruffy to go out and affect the appearance of the city. Indeed, the set on his body can no longer be called clothes, with rags to call is quite appropriate.
“Hehehe! The lords are so thoughtful! Also giving away a set of clothes.”
He smiled in embarrassment and put his new clothes on handily.
Honestly, it wasn’t a perfect fit, but it was warmer and more comfortable than his own.
The stragglers had all come from the south and did not know the northern climate, and it was now the time of fall and winter, so this journey had frozen them to death.
Sam reached out to the gloved man, intending to take back his original clothes, after all, they had been worn all the way here as well, and they were one of the few possessions he had left on him.
The other man, however, had no intention of giving it back to him, and said to Sam, “We’re going to take your clothes to be washed and scalded in boiling water, and then we’ll give them back to you.” Sam was puzzled, “Boiling water? Why?”
“Because it has …… on it never mind, I can’t explain it to you! Anyway, I’ll give it back to you eventually, what’s your name?”
“Sam, Master, my name is Sam.”
“Okay, I’ll make a note of it, so hurry up and go out and get your food, don’t hold up the people behind you.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll be right out.”
Sam took a dubious look at his old clothes with fondness in his heart, the old man wouldn’t just throw them away, he’d be heartbroken that way.
Forget it, what’s old is not new, didn’t he just get a new set?
Gumbo! Bread! I’m coming!
He rushed out of the tent with his head full of food cravings.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk! Dr. Ward, look at that.”
The hygienist grumbled at the doctor as he rattled through Sam’s old clothes:
“I’d love to just burn this pile of rags, what’s all over it, bedbugs, lice, fleas, everything. Look at all these white spots, they’re all bug eggs.”
Dr. Wade spread his hands and said helplessly, “Don’t laugh at the outsiders either, the hygiene of our people here is not much better.”
The hygienist’s eyes revealed a look of longing, “I look forward every day to the ‘New Life Movement’ that Admiral Gleiman has been talking about to start right away, ever since I was exposed to all that microbial knowledge at the Wis Academy and became a hygienist, I’ve been in a state of anxiety from time to time. ”
“At ease, at ease.” The doctor reassured him, “Isn’t that how it’s been done for thousands of years? And changing one’s hygiene concepts and habits is never something that happens overnight, take your time.”
……
Not everyone is as open-minded as Sam just now, like in Susan’s tent ……
“You will never take my clothes! It’s the only possession I have left!”
A female refugee clung to her old clothes with a death grip, not letting anyone else move a muscle.
Susan comforted her, “Your clothes …… we will give them back to you, just go and wash them, please don’t worry.”
“No! I don’t want to part with this dress for a moment. It’s the only thing my parents left me …… Wooooooo!”
The female refugee sat paralyzed on the floor and cried out in a flood of tears, probably recalling something.
Susan was left and right, not knowing what to do.
“Militia!” The hygienist next to her immediately yelled out to the outside of the tent.
Immediately rushed in two men, the hygienist briefly explained the situation, the militia directly seized the female refugee’s old clothes and remained on the ground, then forcibly dragged the crying and screaming female refugee out by the rack.
Susan asked the female hygienist in a daze, “Is this …… not a good thing to do?”
The female hygienist looked at her with a bashful face and said, “There’s nothing not so good, Dr. Susan, the fact that Lord Lord is able to take in these refugees is already a great favor to them, so if this is still disobedient to the arrangement, it’s too much of an ungrateful thing.”
Susan couldn’t say anything to refute, for those unfortunate people, she would always report unlimited sympathy, such as those refugees, also such as this girl in front of her.
When she was training in Vis Academy, she learned that there was a special group of women in her class, who had been imprisoned by pirates for many years to live an unbearable life, and some were even taken captive by pirates from a young age, and their entire childhood was filled with misfortune.
It was Alda’s navy that rescued them, and the lord arranged for them to study nursing at the Vesse Academy, with a view to training them to become “hygienists” or “nurses”, which, according to Ms. Diaz, were both new professions proposed by the earl in relation to According to Miss Diaz, both of the new professions proposed by the Count were related to saving lives.
It was like giving them a second life, and because of this, they had a blind, superstitious worship of their lord.
And the girl in front of her was one of them.
Susan sighed inwardly, “Alas, all a pitiful bunch.”
(End of chapter)