Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 842 824. Political Plague

Flannel Ball and Fubai are both in high spirits now.

Fauber is because he can actually communicate with the legendary ‘magic cat’.

 The reason for the flannel ball is because of Lan En's words, "Fubai's progress is higher than yours".

 The kitten, who is diligent and self-disciplined, and whose life goal is to be an excellent warrior, will certainly not give up this opportunity.

“Okay everyone, the reappearance of myths cannot save the current Athens out of thin air. The will of the gods must always be implemented through mortal hands, right?”

Socrates brought everyone's thoughts back.

This short, fat bearded man always brings clear logic and reasoning to those who talk to him.

"Lan En's arrival is good news. He has a huge reputation in this city, and his unparalleled appearance is a huge help. Not to mention that behind that good-looking face, there is also a sophisticated and Prudent wisdom.”

“It sounds like you want me to get on the podium and become a politician, Socrates?”

Lan En walked to the big wooden table and asked with a frown.

"Those who were not killed by the plague were driven mad and mad by Cleon's words. Can you imagine what it would be like if there were no soldiers guarding Pericles' mansion? ?”

 Lan En felt that he might have put all his attention on fighting the plague, so much so that he had no room for shock.

 Based on the Hippocratic Oath, he should indeed be such a person.

"It's the plague!" Hippocrates suddenly interjected from the side with an angry tone.

"Otherwise, even if you immediately receive the great oracle from Asclepius, the **** of medicine, and understand all the knowledge about fighting the plague, what can you do? Use your two hands to treat the patients one by one. ? Use these two legs to run around the huge city of Athens?"

 He was the person whose expression changed the least when the flannel ball started talking just now.

Socrates did not seem to be affected by his friend's scolding at all, and still spoke in a calm tone.

“If Pericles now issued an order and summoned people, how many people would be able to go out of their homes and run for the lives of others under the fear and anger of the plague?”

“What really hurt Athens in this plague was not the disease, but the frenzied crowds. Cleon was causing Athens to lose its biggest basis for standing on the world stage: freedom, reason and glory.”

 The witcher frowned.

 “To a certain extent, it is true.” Aspasia lowered her head and said in a deep voice.

“People in the densely populated areas of Athens can no longer live like human beings. This is more terrible than death and does more harm to Athens.”

 Even if one group dies, another group will be born.

 Dead people are nothing to a powerful political entity. Even as long as Athens was in need, there were a large number of citizens and even slaves in the city-state who were willing to die for the city-state.

 “You’re as sharp as ever, and it’s so gratifying to see the same wisdom.”

“All your methods to combat the plague must ultimately fall into the hands of people, and politics must consider how to find these people and how to use them.”

 “Politics, do you despise politics, Hippocrates, my friend?”

"I've had enough, Socrates! Although we have known each other for a long time, you are now in the plague! The whole of Athens is in the plague! But you are still concerned about politics in the midst of natural disasters and divine wrath. ?!”

Socrates did not shy away from anything, but praised it openly.

Even among the citizens of other city-states besides Athens, there will be people who are willing to die for Athens.

“But I think the most important problem for Athens now is facing the plague.”

  What really matters to the life of a political entity is always something more fundamental.

 For Athens, it is its civilization and tolerance that ranks first in the Mediterranean region.

And the frantic crowd is undoubtedly destroying this foundation.

 “Bang bang!”

 But on the other side, Hippocrates slapped the big wooden table in front of him fiercely. "I emphasize again and again! Wise men and citizens here! The problem in Athens now is to face the plague! The plague!"

“Athens is dying, and whether you want to admit it or not, the truth is: the direct cause of her death is the plague!”

“People are dying, without exception, without exception! Poor, rich, philosophers or farmers! They are all dying!”

 “Politics, do you think I really don’t understand it, Socrates?”

“Maybe my brain will never be as good as the great Socrates, but I know: political activities need to gather people! Politicians always strive to make their voices heard by as many people as possible.”

“But what a coincidence, isn’t it—the plague also likes crowds! Although I don’t know why yet, but the fact is the fact!”

Hippocrates said in a playful tone that contained anger.

“We have done statistics and it turns out that more people who have experienced group gatherings die!”

“You say you want to lead citizens to reason and save Athens. But what if these citizens you lead are infected with the plague? Are they still valuable? What else can they do?”

“You are going to count on people like this who have pus-filled rashes all over their body, have a high fever, are crazy, and can’t even control their excretion?”

 There is no doubt that Socrates’ wisdom saw further. But Hippocrates' problem was more practical and pressing.

 They all love Athens, but their differences will not disappear just because they have something in common. Especially when both parties have extraordinary wisdom and conviction.

 And this disagreement lasted until Lan En spoke.

"etc."

 The tall and handsome man gently raised his hand, and with this movement, everyone in the room was about to escalate into a quarrel, but immediately calmed down in a strange emotion.

 Lan is controlling the mood of the crowd on the court.

His hair, which was like molten silver, fell in front of his eyes, but it still couldn't block the look in his cat eyes.

Lan En held the wooden table with his hands and raised his eyes to look at Hippocrates opposite.

Those eyes almost made Hippocrates' breathing slow for a beat.

 “Characteristics of the patient.”

 “Wha, what?”

Hippocrates blinked, a little unresponsive.

 “I want the characteristics of the patient, in detail, doctor.”

“Known cases of pus-producing rash, fever, vomiting and diarrhea, and mania.” Lan En counted on his fingers as he continued.

“Is it possible that in the later stages of the disease, the patient begins to exert extraordinary strength in a frenzy and loses the sense of pain?”

It was said that Hippocrates was asked to tell the characteristics of the patient, but Lan En said a lot of them on his own fingers.

These illnesses taken together are indeed enough to make people feel that something evil has polluted the human body.

 But after Hippocrates nodded a series of times, Lan nodded thoughtfully.

 “As expected, it’s still typhus.”

Typhus, when Lane first arrived on the island of Kefalonia, she accepted Furber's plea and went to find her friends.

Because of this acute infectious disease, the entire village where her friend lived was massacred by the local temple to prevent a larger spread.

Lan En finally saved a family in the village by relying only on the medicinal materials he brought.

 But it seems that the acute infectious disease on Kefalonia has spread over time through trade on the Aegean Sea.

 (End of this chapter)