Chapter 842 824. Political Plague
Flannel Ball and Fubai are both in high spirits now.
Fubai 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’.
Konet, 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 be implemented through mortal hands, right?"
Socrates brought everyone's thoughts back. .
This short, fat bearded man can always bring 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, which are huge boosts. Not to mention that good-looking face Behind it, there is sophisticated and careful 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.
"You are as sharp as ever. It is so gratifying to see that your wisdom is as good as before."
Socrates did not shy away from anything, but praised it openly.
The witcher frowned.
“But I think the most important problem in Athens now is facing the plague.”
"It's the plague!" Hippocrates suddenly interjected from the side with an angry tone.
"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 in this world of natural disasters and gods. Are you concerned about politics in your anger?”
He was the person whose expression changed the least when Flannel Ball started talking.
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.
"Politics, do you look down on politics, Hippocrates, my friend?"
Socrates seemed not to be affected by his friend's scolding at all, and still spoke in a calm tone.
“All your methods to fight the plague must ultimately fall into the hands of people, and politics must consider how to find these people and how to use these people.”
“Otherwise you Now even if you immediately receive the great oracle of Asclepius, the god of medicine, and understand all the knowledge about fighting the plague, what can you do with your two hands to treat the patients one by one? Running around the huge city of Athens on two legs?”
“Those who were not killed by the plague have been driven crazy and crazy by Cleon’s words. You can. Imagine what it would be like if there were no soldiers guarding Pericles’ house.”
"If Pericles now issues an order and summons people, how many people can go out of their homes and run for the lives of others under the fear and anger of the plague?"
"Really in this plague? It is not the disease that hurts Athens, but the crazy crowd. Cleon is causing Athens to lose its biggest basis for standing on the world stage: freedom, reason and glory."
"To a certain extent, this 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 terrifying than death and does more harm to Athens.”
Dead people, for a person It is nothing compared 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.
Even if one group dies, another group will be born.
Even among citizens of other city-states besides Athens, there will be people who are willing to die for Athens.
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 are willing to admit it or not, the truth is: the direct cause of her death It's a plague! "
"People are dying, no exceptions! Poor people, rich people, philosophers or farmers!"
"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 crowds! Politicians always strive to make their voices heard by as many people as possible.”
“But it’s a coincidence, isn’t it—plague also likes crowds! Although I don’t know why, but the fact is the fact! "
Hippocrates said in a joking tone containing anger.
“We have done statistics and found 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?"
"There is bleeding all over the body. Pussy rash, high fever, frenzy, and even unable to control excretion. Are you going to expect such a person?"
There is no doubt that Socrates' wisdom sees 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.
"Wait."
The tall and handsome man raised his hand gently, and with this movement, everyone in the room was about to escalate into a quarrel, but they immediately calmed down in a strange emotion.
Lan En is controlling the mood of the crowd on the court.
The hair on his forehead that looked like molten silver fell in front of his eyes, but it still couldn't block the look in his cat eyes.
Lan En held his hand on the wooden table 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 patient’s characteristics, please give them in detail, doctor.”
"It has been known to include pus rash, fever, vomiting and diarrhea, and madness." Lan En continued to say while counting on his fingers.
"Is there still an advanced stage of the disease, when the patient begins to explode with 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 Que said a lot on his own fingers.
The combination of these symptoms is 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.
"Sure enough, it's still typhus."
Typhus, when Lan first arrived on the island of Kefalonia, he accepted Furbo's plea and went to find her friend.
The village where her friend lived was massacred by the local temple because of this acute infectious disease to prevent a larger spread.
In the end, Lan En only relied on the medicinal materials he brought to save a family in the village.
But at present, it seems that the acute infectious disease on Kefalonia has spread over time and through trade on the Aegean Sea.
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(End of this chapter)