Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 10 Then let's silence them!

"No miracles?"

Despite being still very weak, when he loudly questioned Federico, Hyde rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his arm, and confronted him.

"That's because you bunch of incompetent quacks can't cure syphilis, you can't create miracles! But he cured us! Look at my arm!"

An arm... Federico was stunned as he stared at the arm thrust in front of him.

The sailor's arms, which were originally covered with red rashes, are now receding, and even the pustules that never scab over are showing signs of healing!

As a doctor, Federico could naturally see that this was indeed a sign of healing, which completely defied common medical sense!

How is that possible?

But facts speak louder than words!

"Did you see that, Doctor?"

The sailor's voice boomed like thunder in his ears, causing the already stunned Federico to mutter to himself:

"This, how is this possible? No, no one..."

The Baron's reaction puzzled Alessandro, who tentatively asked:

"Baron, what, what's going on here...?"

But the answer he least wanted to see popped into his mind.

"Baron, Baron..."

Federico's expression became agitated. He ignored the judge's questions and bypassed Hyde to begin examining the other patients—starting with Conrad, one after another, leaving no one unchecked.

Of the thirteen patients, nine showed significant improvement: the dense red nodules on their bodies had disappeared, and the small ulcers arranged in a ring had scabbed over and healed.

He even had the patients take off their pants for an examination—and yes, they were indeed recovering.

He was especially shocked when he learned that Conrad, who had been acting crazy, had actually regained consciousness.

"Doctor, we, we..."

Hyde seemed a little nervous. Although he had already noticed the changes in his body, he was still not sure and asked cautiously:

"Our condition has improved, hasn't it?"

All the patients in the ward stared intently at the doctor, hoping to get a definite answer from him.

"It should be showing an improving trend!"

As soon as Federico finished speaking, the sailors roared excitedly.

They were so agitated because, as sailors, they had witnessed too many tragic ends for old sailors—who often died from illness while insane.

Syphilis is an incurable disease and an infectious disease that no sailor can escape.

There's no way around it, sailors are human too.

Almost all the sailors contracted the disease, and because of this, they knew their ultimate fate.

But now, that young Eastern doctor has miraculously cured them!

How could they not be excited?

"My God!"

Conrad was so excited that his beard was trembling. If the doctor were there, he would have knelt down in front of him and kissed his shoes.

"God didn't save me, but that doctor did! He is my savior; he saved me. My life, everything I have, will belong to him..."

For an old sailor who had been driven mad by neurosyphilis to speak so clearly was a miracle in itself.

Alessandro was completely dumbfounded.

Not because they won, but because they were shocked.

is this real?

Alessandro grabbed Federico's arm and asked urgently:

"Baron, is it true? They...they've really been cured?"

Hearing Alessandro's voice, Federico snapped out of his daze. Looking at the judge who was gripping his arm tightly, he couldn't help but exclaim:

"My God!"

While speaking, he even subconsciously made the sign of the cross with his hand.

"Judge, where did you put him? You might have done something stupid! No, it's us, we're all wrong... My God, we might really be witnessing a miracle!"

What!

In an instant, unprecedented pressure swept over Alessandro.

At that moment, he felt immense pressure.

What does it mean to lift a stone only to drop it on your own foot?

Alessandro finally understood—his foot pain was real pain!

What should we do now?

Now, all of Genoa knows the rumors of the "Deadly Doctor," and it was he who fueled these rumors and even orchestrated them.

But damn it, who would have thought that this doctor could actually treat syphilis!

My God, how is this possible?

But the problem is—what should we do now?

The Baron's question interrupted Alessandro's thoughts:

Is he still alive?

"Alive, in prison."

Alessandro's answer brought Federico to a sigh of relief.

"Praise be to God! Quick, quick, we must get him out, Alessandro! If he dies in prison, we'll become enemies of mankind!"

Throughout the journey, Alessandro was filled with torment and immense pressure, feeling almost suffocated. He loosened his collar, but found that breathing was still very difficult.

Enemy of mankind!

He could easily imagine that if the doctor died in prison, the whole world would blame Italy for killing humanity's hope.

At that point, Rome will definitely hold him accountable, and he will be completely finished!

But the problem is—what to do next?

He was falsely accused of being a savior but a deadly healer. Now that the truth has been revealed, all of Genoa will laugh at him tomorrow.

And then what? What awaits him?

Damn it!

At that moment, Alessandro even considered silencing them.

Or, let's just kill that kid! People die all the time in prison anyway, so it's not easy to get caught.

Kill him, and then what?

They also wanted to kill Baron Federico—he was just a washed-up nobleman with only an honorary title, and his death wouldn't cause any trouble.

But what about the sailors in the hospital? Many of them are British. Will the British consul intervene?

But if they live, it will be endless trouble.

As the carriage traveled along, Federico, filled with excitement, kept telling Alessandro about the profound significance of curing syphilis.

"This will cause a sensation throughout the world!"

"He could save tens of millions of people!"

"It could even save all of humanity! My friend, don't think this is an exaggeration, it's the truth..."

There's no way around it; the Western countries of this era are too open, and chaotic relationships between men and women are rampant. Basically, more than half of adult men are infected with syphilis.

The more excited Federico spoke, the stronger Alessandro's desire to silence him became.

The carriage slowly made its way along the stone-paved road toward the prison. Federico was still rambling on about how they were about to witness a miracle together, while Alessandro had already made up his mind—to silence them!

This is the only option.

Okay, everyone looks out for themselves!

Quit your mouth!