She shrugged slightly.
"They are not wealthy enough to hire physicians… but neither are they cruel enough to abandon their loved ones."
She glanced deliberately at the old man lying on the table.
"Though some elderly men are quite stubborn."
The patient blushed faintly, drawing a few quiet chuckles from the watching professors.
"Most of them accept the treatment eventually," Catalina continued. "After all, they understand that this may be their only chance."
She leaned closer to inspect another pustule.
"Professor Johann, come look."
She gestured toward the lesion and the dropper of alcohol.
"The corruption cannot breathe once it touches the pure alcohol. The unfortunate reality is that this method is difficult to expand. The grain required to produce enough spirits is already considerable."
She sighed softly.
"If not for the contacts I gained while working in the factories, it would have been impossible to obtain enough alcohol for these experiments."
