For such people, other doctors in Heidelberg gave them a unified nickname called 'borer'.

When a person is withdrawn, he is easily excluded. When a person is excluded, he is easily attacked. Whether it is a "freak" or a borer, it can be regarded as an attack on Doctor Nobel.

However, Dr. Nobel doesn't care about these things at all. He still acts on his own and stays in the room to do his own things every day.

Nobel is not good at interacting with people. In fact, he is very popular in his hometown. Children in the village affectionately call him "Uncle Nobel".

Almost every family in the village has received more or less help from him, and his medical skills are very superb in the local area. Even the well-informed priests praised him, saying that Mr. Nobel's medical skills are comparable to those of the king's famous doctors.

When he came to Heidelberg, it was Mr. Nobel's spontaneous behavior. No one had ever told him that he had just heard that many patients needed help, so he rushed over resolutely.

From the beginning, he didn't care about the gold coins, let alone the honors.

What Mr. Nobel really cares about is the solution to the Black Death. In order to achieve this goal, he is willing to pay all the price.

In the eyes of many people, such people are either geniuses or madmen. Mr. Nobel can be said to be somewhere between these two people, he is both a genius and a madman.

He was so crazy that he secretly carried everyone on his back and bought the blood of the Black Death patient from a soldier on the front line. In this way, he obtained first-hand samples, fresh Black Death bacteria, which were packed in a simple glass flask and placed on his test bench.

This behavior can be said to be extremely crazy, and for this reason, he cannot become a partner with anyone else. The Black Death sample is of great importance, and it is difficult to guarantee that others will not report him after knowing this matter.

With the help of these samples, he was able to conduct various experiments and obtain first-hand observation data, which can be said to be the most precious data, far more reliable than the written data obtained by other doctors.

As the experiment progressed, the various characteristics of the Black Death gradually appeared in front of Nobel. He used various animals to conduct experiments, from mice to domestic dogs, domestic cats, to various birds and reptiles, to let them get in touch with the Black Death and then observe the various symptoms that appeared.

There was a huge sealed iron stove in Dr. Nobel's room, and the tall chimney was leading to the outside. Many people paid attention to that chimney even in spring when the temperature was warming up, black smoke would erupt from the chimney.

Nobel ignited the stove not to keep warm, but to burn the corpses of animals that died of the Black Death infection. Only flames can purify this terrible germ. With the help of this large stove, Dr. Nobel's secret was never exposed.

These days, his research has entered a critical period. There are three iron cages of half a person tall on one side of the room. Inside the cage is a monkey that has just been bought from the circus. This time, Dr. Nobel decided to use monkeys to conduct experiments.

"Well... this disease is really tenacious, but I have discovered several substances that can play some role in suppressing it, but it is still difficult to completely eradicate it."

In the room, Dr. Nobel stared at the front and said to himself, his voice coming out through the thick mask, becoming very dull.

On the table in front of him was a transparent glass cover, and a little monkey infected with the disease was lying inside. Some obvious signs of lesions began to appear on its body. Black plaques gradually emerged from the surface of the body and began to show signs of sepsis.

Dr. Nobel stretched out his right hand and uncovered the lid on the glass cover, then took out a small bottle, opened the mouth of the bottle, and slowly poured the transparent liquid on the little monkey.

After the liquid touched the monkey's body, it immediately began to evaporate and turned into some milky white mist, which looked as magical as magic.

The fog gradually covered the little monkey's body, and through the cover, it was no longer clear what the little monkey was doing.

The glass cover has ventilation ducts, and the little monkey stays inside without worrying about suffocation. Dr. Nobel breathes a sigh of relief. The liquid emitting white mist is his research result. The mice infected with the Black Death who were previously infected with the Black Death gradually improved after being wrapped in this white mist, and the symptoms caused by the Black Death disappeared little by little.

Later, the infected mice were put together with other healthy mice, and there was no sign of contagion.

Now, using monkeys infected with the Black Death to conduct experiments is an important attempt made by Dr. Nobel. If it succeeds, the next step is that he should do an experiment on the human body.

"Huh, I hope it will succeed." Dr. Nobel breathed a sigh of relief, then took off his mask and gloves he was wearing.

After looking at my watch, it was already six o'clock in the evening. It was time to finish my meal. Dr. Nobel cleaned up briefly, walked out of the room, locked the door, and walked towards the restaurant not far away.

He would go to dinner at this time every day, and after dinner, he would return to the laboratory to continue working, and would stop working until ten o'clock and go to bed. He would wake up at six o'clock the next morning and continue working.

From the first day he arrived here until now, this schedule has not changed. He is like a pilgrimage believer, bowing his head along his own path, step by step, and he is like a king in his own kingdom, guarding his territory, never changing from beginning to end.

On that day, while he was finishing his meal, two uninvited guests quietly broke into his country.

"Hehe, how about Oakle, I'll say he's not at home. Come on, let's see what he's doing in the room. I'm a little suspicious that he's a wizard."

A short middle-aged man whispered, with a finger-sized wool growing on his chin, and a black hair was attached to the wool, his facial features were sunken like a punch, and his hair was messy as if he had been bitten by a wild dog.

The other man was short and fat, like a winter melon standing on the ground, with sparse hair on his head and half bald. He smiled and said, "Hey, Lubitz, you really have some skills. You can get the key from the landlord. Why, is the landlord your relative?"

"Don't worry about this, let's go in quickly, he will be back soon." Lubitz said with a sinister smile, then reached out and pushed open the door and walked inside.
Chapter completed!