<h4>Chapter 1786 Found It?</h4>


    Time for the Baymardians to spring into action!


    Swoosh!


    Doctor Gerson''sb coat swung elegantly in the air as he allowed the nurses to assist him in suiting up.


    The first set of cloves was pulled out from the glove box and pulled, allowing him to just send his hands in easily.


    And then the meds of the gloves were tapped to his long white leaves, to trap any moisture or sweat from him, as well as act as a form holder, so the second glove doesn''t roll down once worn.


    Gerson wore 2 pairs of gloves, doubling them above the other.


    Gerson was suiting up in one corner, while the Baymardians were rushing about another corner to set up the medical space for treatment.


    Because this was the heir, everyone wanted to watch and ensure these strangers didn''t do anything funny.


    Countless Mirvan hearts and physicians gathered apanied by the royal family, many ministers,manders and generals.


    Of course, they were told to give way and note any step closer to the equipment and medical grounds they purposefully set up perimeters around.


    The Mirvna swatches with stretched necks of interest and concern.


    Soon, the awaited patient was brought over and stretched on the Baymardian foldable medical bed.


    Wow!


    Amazing!


    "Did you see how that thing folded out and became a bed in a few breaths?"


    "Very clever. We could use some of those in our helping homes."


    Many healersmented, already seeing the importance of having such on-the-go resources.


    Landon was also dressed up as a doctor too.


    "Nurse Shanell, where is the patient form?"


    "Here it is, Doctor." Shanell quickly handed him a form in Mirvannguage before taking off to assist Doctor Gerson in taking Bilthozar''s temperature, heart rate and other tests.


    Landon might know what was wrong with Bilthozar, but they didn''t. So they had to test him to ensure they gave him the right treatment.


    Of course, a vital part of this would be to get patient information as fast as they can.


    "Father of the patient, please step forward."


    Ah-


    Watching how professional the Baymardians were, even Tacho had forgotten he was Ruler.


    Yes. Now, he only knew he was a father.


    "Sir, to ensure we find the root cause, we must ask you questions concerning the patient."


    "Yes, yes. Ask me anything."


    "Patient''s name."


    "Bilthozar xxxx."


    "Age."


    "18 Summers."


    "Allergies. Please remember to think deeply about this. What foods, drinks or substances does he negatively react to? Even flower types can be included."


    Tacho frowned.


    The heir has always been able to eat and drink everything from young. His body has never rejected anything, or could he be wrong?"


    The Royal physicians and healers also thought deeply but had the same conclusions as Tacho.


    "So none?"


    "None."


    "Good. Now. I want you to think back to when the illness began. What were the earlier signs that showed he was ill?"


    "He would alwaysin he was feeling chilly even when the weather was hot and boiling."


    "Yes!" Someone chimed in. "He also lost appetite quite frequently and oftenined of belly aches."


    Landon nodded. "These aches… did he specify whether they were in the lower or upper parts of his belly?"


    "Lower."


    "Good. Keep going"


    "He would always feel like throwing up, but would also feel his belly was constipated too."


    "His body would ache and his forehead would get so hot you can fry an egg on it."


    Suddenly, everyone had something to say but Landon didn''t mind.


    He collected as many as much helpful information as he could while Doctor Gerson and the nurses began taking Bilthozar''s top off.


    "Rose spots. He has rose spots all over his body." One of them connected while the other took down the description in the patient''s notebook.


    It was amazing that even with his green skin, these spots were so red and prominent that you would think someone had left love kisses all over him.


    The nurse ced a cooling bag on his forehead with a frown.


    "His temperature was very high, 39.5°C!"


    Not good!


    They need to decide what he is suffering from now!


    Everyone had an inkling but had to wait for the chief Doctor on the scene to decide.


    "Doctor Gerson, Nurse Shanell, Nurse Laura, what are your thoughts?"


    "Rose rash spots, cough, nausea…"


    "Abdominal pains, loss of appetite, chills…"


    "Headaches, muscle aches…"


    Suddenly, all 3 voiced the same words simultaneously - Typhoid Fever!


    Commonly known as Yellow fever!


    "It''s contagious but only through fecal matter."


    "Which might also exin why everyone here is fine after being around the patient for so long."


    Landon nodded in approval, but they still can''t bepletely sure yet.


    However, they can give him several antibiotics to calm his current state until they are 100% sure it''s typhoid fever.


    .


    "Doctor Gerson, his blood drawn for testing. I''ll also need you to numb his skin and take a sample with a scalpel."


    "On it."


    "Nurse Laura… Nurse Shanell… once he is done. You two will collect Stool and Urine samples."


    "Got it."


    Everyone was busy as a bee, under the amazement of the Mirvan people.


    Damn!


    Just look at the discipline and sanitary measures these strangers were taking during healing.


    Many felt they could learn a thing or 2 from them.


    But soon, their faces turned into more shock when they saw how these strangers drew blood out of Bilthozar''s body.


    Ahhh!!!


    Sorcery?


    All they saw was a pin that pokes into their heir''s flesh.


    And when the fat upper part connected to the pin was pulled up, a good stream of red blood now filled the container right before their very eyes.


    Many held each other and shook themselves crazily in shock.


    (°0°)


    This… this.. this…


    How can this be?


    They expected the Baymardians to de the heir and do bloodletting, allowing streams of blood to flow out the heir into the ground.


    Everyone knows that only by stabbing and letting a healthy chunk of bad blood out will the patient have a better chance of survival.


    They expected to see this much, even feeling that the needle that pricked into their heir''s flesh was too small to do anything.


    But who would have known it could drag out so much blood in one go?