Chapter 451
"Old Master, do you know how to kill the Greyscale virus?"
Dany stopped Grey Worm, intending to ask about disinfection and prevention first.
"Virus? This term is very new," the old Aemon looked thoughtful nodded, and said, "Usually, the patient and the items he has come into contact with are burned."
"Burning out?" Tyrion screamed sharply, "Is there no other way? The Citadel medical profession has been around for thousands of years, and there is no cure for Greyscale?"
"Rinse the cursed infected area with boiling water first. , and then apply a plaster of lime and mustard." Aemon was uncertain.
“What is the cure rate for this method?” Dany asked.
Old Maester's eyes fluttered and his voice was inaudible, "Very low."
"There should be 50%...at least 30% hope?" Tyrion asked expectantly.
"There is no clear evidence that this method has saved patients." Aemon said embarrassedly.
"Probability, zero?" Dany said blankly, "So, this method is completely useless?"
"Not necessarily," Aemon explained quickly, "about five Ten years ago, Oldtown had Grey Plague, Maester popularized it, half the city died, three quarters of the Citadel died..."
"Wait, Dany raised his hand to interrupt him, his face strangely said: "Citadel Maester used lime mustard paste, three-quarters died? And civilians are useless, only one-half died?
Old Master, Even a fool knows that three-quarters is more than half."
"Dany, you can't say that!" Aemon said resolutely: "My generation, Maester, studied diligently all my life, not just for that kind of crisis. Come forward?
The three-quarters of Citadel's population that died, ninety-nine percent, were infected to save the people of the city.
The oath of the apprentice to take up the post of Maester is Serving the Seven Kingdoms.
And every qualified Maester has a silver chain (symbolizing medicine), and is a doctor working on the front line!"
"But, Dany was only moved for a moment, and then he found another problem, "Citadel sacrificed so much, obviously he did his best and fought his life, didn't he?"
"Of course, don't look at Citadel again. It is against the guest right, and it is the extinction of dragons, but they are not afraid to sacrifice for their ideals." The old Aemon said with a complicated expression.
"I knew that those guys were not afraid of death..."
Otherwise, they would have been killed.
The people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death?
Dany nods, strangely saying: "But so desperately, it doesn't seem to have any effect! Half of the city is still dead, and Plague is not much better than other cities that were infected by Grey."
Jorah Mormont nod and said: "I personally experienced a few years ago that a Braavos merchant ship infected by Grey Plague was docked at the Pentos dock.
The sick crew was killed and burned to death, but The rats on the ship could not stop it, and brought the disease to the nobles and commoners of the city, causing a super plague.
But only 2,000 people died, not to mention half, even 1% of the mortality rate. No."
"Look." Dany spread his hands and looked towards old Aemon.
"So, I said the mustard-lime paste wasn't that...significant," grumbled old Maester.
Soon, he added: "Stannis' daughter, Greyscale of Shireen, was held back by Maester Cressen in this way."
"Citadel sucks! There is Medical College, the system has been studying medicine for thousands of years, and they are shameless and not afraid of death.
Compared with the incompetent Citadel Maester, Chinese traditional Chinese medicine in the Chinese dynasty is simply awesome.
"You think Citadel didn't work hard?" The old Aemon couldn't help defending Maester's honor, saying: "After the epidemic, Citadel immediately launched the 'Sorcerer's Lens research project', which cost a lot of money. Millions of Golden Dragons.
They even sent me a letter of help on the Wall in order to sponsor your father."
Sorcerer's Lens?
Dany's spirits lifted, and he finally remembered that there was such a thing in oneself's treasure trove.
Look back and try it out.
"Dragons have been exterminated by them. Isn't researching Sorcerer's Lens a quest for fish?" She taunted.
"oh!" Aemon sighed helplessly.
Dany turned his head, looked at Tyrion and Aegon, harboring malicious intentions laughed, and asked, "Can cutting the infected organ prevent the disease from spreading?"
"Cut out the infected organ. "Shivered Ling, a duo of whoring prostitutes, shuddered, her face pale and wailing, "No...can't cut it!"
"If you don't cut it, burn it, you choose one." Dany Board with a face.
"Isn't that Shireen cured? Let Maester Aemon try it with lime mustard paste." Aegon said sadly.
"Don't be afraid, child," Connington's firm blue eyes flashed heartache, softly comforted, "Imp only got infected in the thigh, that place wasn't petrified and stiff, maybe you weren't infected. ."
Aegon suddenly got up, stared and yelled, "Maybe? You told me maybe? If you didn't hide—"
"scoundrel stuff!"
Dragon Queen's color changed suddenly, and there was endless majesty in her beautiful eyes, such as reality, which made everyone at the scene have the illusion that their bodies were depressed by three points.
Tyrion and Connington looked horrified, Aegon pale.
"Who are you talking to? He's your Adoptive Father!" Dany snapped.
Aegon was furious, but as soon as he looked at Queen aunt, he couldn't help but tilt his head, his mouth opened unconsciously, and he couldn't say a word.
"You're emotionally unstable right now," Dany slowed down again, "go downstairs to take a shower and get some sleep. Don't go out today, wait a day to see if your body is still in good shape. Do you feel it?"
"Listen to your aunt, let's go." Aemon looked towards Aegon with complicated eyes, and with a word of comfort, he called two Unsullied over and took the downcast Aegon down.
"What's the matter with you?" Dany turned his eyes to Tyrion again, frowned and asked, "It's been a week since the last Wildfire test, why haven't there been any abnormalities yet?"
If it hadn't happened to meet a blue Septa, Tyrion wouldn't know how long it would last!
"On the inner thigh, I can't see it, and I rarely touch it. If there is irritation such as pain and itching, I might have noticed it long ago, but Greyscale didn't feel it." Imp said bitterly.
"Did you use a knife?" Dany asked again.
"It's plugged in, like wood, it doesn't hurt."
His eyes were red and he was about to cry.
"You haven't slept all night, so go down first."
When Tyrion leaves with a gloomy head, Dany turns his gaze to Connington, who has a sad face.
She glanced at Big Bear, who was sitting upright, and sighed, "Ser Connington, don't blame yourself, it's all life."
It's all the screenwriter's fault!
"Game of Thrones" was clearly Mormont's Greyscale, but now it has become Connington, making her "foresight" completely useless.
Well, she shouldn't be complaining, there's no Connington entire group in Game of Thrones.
"Queen, I went down to blockade the city?" Grey Worm asked.
Dany nodded and said: "Remember, wear gloves and a mask. I will let Maester Aemon accompany you and instruct you to take protective measures."
"Is there any problem? ?" She turned to old Maester.
Aemon stood up, nodded and said: "Don't worry, although Citadel doesn't have the technology to treat Greyscale, it has summed up a set of relatively complete protection techniques."
"Block all City, will the action be too big? It may cause panic among the citizens." Green Graces worriedly said.
"Post a sign and let the people know the truth. Greyscale is not a big problem, but if it develops into Grey Plague, it will be troublesome." Dany said solemnly.
"By the way, women's bodies make the older women in the neighborhood check each other out," she adds, remembering that Unsullied is always dressed as a man.
When the city was blocked, the sky was still bright, and the residents had just woken up and didn't have time to go out. It was amazing to see Unsullied blocking the streets.
It did cause quite a stir when hundreds of Unsullied carried tin horns and chanted the Queen notice aloud down the street, but the city wasn't thrown into chaos.
Everyone is obediently and honestly staying indoors, anxiously awaiting the final outcome.
Not long after, Dragon Queen rode the Green Dragon again, and took Little Gold around the city for a few laps.
The dragon cry was loud and clear, and the panic in everyone's heart was appeased.
—The Queen is with us.
Looking at the dragon passing over the roof, they all thought so.
Unsullied had some trouble blocking the dock, though.
Many foreign businessmen refuse to undergo physical examinations or quarantine in hotels.
Their escorts, sailors, also clashed with Unsullied, who was carrying out the mission.
Someone shouted: "We are crooked nuts, risking offending the Allies to do business in Slaver's Bay, and should not be treated so rudely.
Otherwise, we will go down It won't come again, and the prosperous Astapor will become desolate again."
Then the dragon came, the wings flapped, the streets were flying sand running stone, and the arrogant gringo covered his eyes and shut his mouth.
Dragon Queen sat high on the back of the dragon, looking down at the merchant who was blocked by Unsullied, coldly said: "Those who don't cooperate with the inspection, get out now."
"Dragon Queen, You are destroying the Astapor market! No one will do business with you in the future," cried a businessman.
"This King will take New Ghis and Qarth sooner or later. The entire Summer Sea will be my pond, won't you do business with me? Okay, go home and farm!" Dany said with a sneer.
The foreign businessman was outraged and shouted, "Hundreds of thousands of Allied troops—"
Dany raised his hand and interrupted him: "No need to say more, cooperate with the inspection, you guys You are still Astapor's VIP; it's useless if you don't cooperate, we will force you to take off your clothes."
With a wave of Dany, 3,000 Unsullied entered the wharf and took all the storefronts, wharfs, shops, goods All warehouses are blocked.
"Dany, what are you doing?" The old Aemon approached Little Green anxiously and warned in a low voice, "Just check the body, why even search the goods and warehouses? Such strictness will cause the subjects Rebellious."
"My subjects are in Astapor, and they all support me. These foreign merchants are chasing profits, and they will always come back when they come." Dany didn't care.
Watching Unsullied push aside the blocking sailors and mercenaries, rush into various ships, and open every warehouse, the old Maester worriedly said:
"In order to cope with the epidemic back then, Earl Quenton Hightower burned all the ships in the port, closed the city gate, and ordered his soldiers to kill everyone who tried to escape, men, women and children, no exception.
But the epidemic finally subsided and the port reopened At that time, the survivors not only did not appreciate him, but dragged him and his son off their horses and cut their throats."
"You think someone can drag me off the back of the dragon?" Dany said with a smile .
"Fuck—" Little Green's icy green vertical pupils glanced at the crowd, and a white smoke with a fire star spewed out of his nostrils.
"Okay, no kidding." Dany said resolutely: "I've been neglecting something, and now Tyrion reminds me."