Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Dear Alec, I have a report for you.

At night, camping this day, the maid Amelia came to me.

She has a serious look, a rare look for her as she grows to be a maid length and calm.

"Yeah, what?

"Actually, there's a suspicion of an epidemic spreading midway through the matrix."

"... I see"

I thought this would come someday, too.

Some 100,000 people thought that if so many humans were solidified all the time, epidemics and infectious diseases and such things would be only a matter of time.

So I didn't panic and asked Amelia back.

"What's the situation?

"The sick are put together in one place to some extent. Some doctors, but with symptoms I've never seen."

"I see... then show me around"

"- Yes!"

I turned back the queue with Amelia's guidance.

"Dear Alexander!

"Dear Father!!

One cheer after another was sent by the same wild folk on the road that Amelia led me back.

The cheer grows stronger and stronger.

The more sick people are gathering, the closer they get to isolation, the louder the cheer.

Eventually, he was brought to a large tent dozens of meters away, as if branched out of the queue.

"This is terrible."

The tent was full of sick people being put to sleep, and there were more than a hundred people just staring over.

"Ahhh! This is the Father of Nations!

A middle-aged man who was nursing came running over to me and Amelia.

"What about you?

"Red Ocean. He's a doctor."

"Oh well. Do you know what caused this?

I'm getting a report from Amelia, but I asked her again because things might be changing.

"I'm ashamed..."

"I see."

I knew you wouldn't understand.

I stared at the nearest sick man.

The sick man groaned painfully, grabbing the basin by his side and throwing up there.

It seems like she is throwing up too much and no longer has anything to peel off, and she is just sloppy without even putting water on.

They even have diarrhea.

Other sick people are in the same situation, and the tent seems to have a nasal cry.

"Let's get the cause straight first"

"Is the Father of the Nation good at medicine?

The middle-aged doctor was surprised.

"Technically not, but well, look"

I stood back and pulled out a piece of hair from a sick person who was about to suffer.

"Father of the land! If you touch it, it's possible."

"Quiet, take a look"

Amelia gently held back the doctor who was trying to stop me.

Behavior is relaxed, but tone and expression are strong things that do not say yes or no.

Barometric doctor, I didn't know what to do, and the movement stopped as a result.

In the meantime I continued to act.

The sick man's hair was used to match the necessary material pulled from the material bag to make the sick man's homunculus.

And - comparison.

I compared the sick person to the exact same (,,,,,,) flesh as the person who made the hair based.

Homunculus is the "foundation" of the person.

Compared to that, he has "extra things".

By comparison, we pinpointed the excess - more (,,,) than the homunculus.

The sick man's lower abdomen glowed.

When I gently put my hand on the light, the light rode into my hand.

Eventually, the light subsided.

"Become!"

The doctor was stunned when he saw what was left in my palm.

"You were a bug."

In the palm of my hand was a worm, a parasite.

I'm sorry to hear that.

"A parasite in the stomach means water, I wonder why."

……

"What do you think?

"Huh? Ahh! Oh, right!

The doctor, who was out of line, asked further, and he returned to me haha.

"I think so"

"Yeah, if this bug..."

If the real thing is in front of you, it's easy to deal with.

Ask the Wise Sword the name of the worm and how to deal with it.

The sword of a wise man with all the knowledge that exists in this world.

He immediately taught me the name of the worm and his knowledge of how to make medicines to get rid of it from his body.

……

I thought about it a little bit, and I made a pill.

Get your hands in the material bag and make the medicine with the ingredients you need.

The next time I got my hands on it, there were hundreds of pills of soybean grain in the palm of my hand.

"Let everyone drink this"

"Okay! I'll give it to the people here right away."

"Yeah, to everyone"

Hands in hand, Amelia approached.

Hand all the pills to that Amelia, put your hands in the material bag again, make the same number of pills and take them out.

The first minute alone outnumbered the number of patients already here, but it's even more extra from there.

My words and my actions.

The doctor who saw it snapped his neck.

"Guys, is it?

"Yeah."

I gave it to Amelia again and made a third dose of medicine.

"Of course, it's a priority for those who get sick, but let those who haven't"

"So you build resistance to insects."

Convinced face doctor, though that would be a judgment from his common sense of medicine.

"No, I'm not. This medicine, don't work without this bug in your body, just stay in your body. So when a bug comes in, it works."

"What?"

Surprising doctor, Pocahontas, looks at me.

"What do you expect to stay? Any digestion or excretion?

"I won't."

"Oh, I've heard of those pills..."

Flashy doctor.

"Because it's what I just made."

There has been a slight change in my mind lately.

The sword of a wise man with all knowledge, but it is "knowledge now".

Alec's Light - Since the development of that streetlight, I've come to think "one more step ahead".

So is this medicine.

It's not just curing now, it's curing in the future.

That's the medicine I made.

"Come on, I'll make more and more, hand it out to everyone"

"Yes!

The doctor who had gone ahead of his medicine nodded with a respectful eye.