"Geoglis, help me hold Assistes down. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Hears, fold the linen from the cold water and put it on his forehead. Then he used another piece of linen to wipe the sides of his neck constantly. ”

"Shiros, you wring out a linen scalded in boiling water and wipe the wound clean."

"Take out the knife from the boiling water and bake it over the fire."

When Davers took the knife, he hesitated. After all, the previous steps are all common sense, and modern people will do them. However, the wound is wedge-shaped and must be opened for debridement. In his previous life, he saw a farmer injured in a mountain village, and sometimes he thought the hospital was too far away, so he asked the barefoot doctor to do this.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Giogris is tight!" As he spoke, he sliced the skin with a knife.

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"He's quieter!" Phelps shouted in surprise.

Davers wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hand, looked at Assistes, who was no longer struggling, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Insist on wiping his forehead and neck with cold water, and ...... Keep an eye on the linen on the wound, and if you find it covered with pus, debride him as I did before......"

"Okay, Davers!" At this moment, Phelps treated him respectfully as if Davers were his teacher.

Davers glanced at the small piece of wood on the ground that had been taken out of the depths of the wound, and a sense of accomplishment came to him.

He walked out of the house with Shilos and Giogris, and the anxiously waiting people outside rushed up to ask about Assistes.

"He's much better!" Giogris said proudly.

The crowd cheered in amazement.

"Assistes is not out of danger yet, these two days are the most dangerous time for him, and he must fight the disease on his own. Herps will take care of him as best he can, as I do. ”

Davers then said to Antonios: "Be sure to give your nephew plenty of water, but remember not to drink raw water, but to boil it and let it cool." In addition, when he is more sober, boil oatmeal porridge for him to drink. ”

"But he'll throw it up." Antonios said embarrassed.

"If you vomit, feed him again. He consumes too much and needs food to stay up. Davers sighed, glanced at the people around him, and said, "Arcistrius needs to be quiet, don't let anyone else in and disturb him." Keep the house ventilated, preferably with a fire to dry the air......"

Antonios remembered it carefully, and finally couldn't help but ask again: "If everything is done, will Assistes be okay?" ”

Davers was silent: if in a past life, a bottle of antibiotics would have solved the problem. But this is an era of ignorance with a lack of medical treatment, and he is also a second knife.

He couldn't say anything but said, "We did our best." In the end, he had to rely on himself. Looking at everyone's slightly admiring eyes, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.

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"I'm sorry, I have to go back."

"You wait a little longer, and Davers will be back soon."

When Davers and the others returned to their dormitory, they saw Matonis dragging a man vigorously.

When he saw Davers, he shouted happily, "Hey, Davers, you're finally back!" I've got Xenophon for you! ”

Xenophon?! Davers' eyes widened, and the man was staring at him.

In Davers's eyes: Xenophon was about thirty years old, not tall, with the common physiognomy of the Greeks, with black curly hair, a high nose bridge, a Chinese face, a thick beard, and more particularly, a fairly wide forehead and a pair of smart and inquisitive eyes.

Xenophon was a little disappointed when he saw that Davers turned out to be a childish boy. He soon discovered something special about the young man: the men behind him, who were obviously older than him, surrounded him like a leader, and made him special.

"Xenophon of Athens?" The young man asked

"Yes."

"A student of Socrates?"

"That's right." Xenophon's curiosity intensified: he was an Athenian, and most of the people in his camp knew him. A student of Socrates, only a few people know. Most of the Greeks who went to Persia this time were poor people from Ionia, Thessell, and Thrace, who had no money, no land, and no means of living, so they came out to work hard to earn money, and of course most of them were illiterate. Not to mention Xenophon, who is still a nobody, or Socrates, who is famous in Greece, not many people know.

"Which teacher did you study with?" Xenophon asked busily.

"I don't know a word of Greek." Dave said solemnly.

His answer stunned Xenophon. His self-confidence, which was illiterate and not remarkable, made it difficult for Xenophon to develop a trace of contempt.

"Davers, today I went for a walk in various camps, and I heard that there is a one named Xenophon in the camp of Proxinus, so I brought it to you, it should be him, right?" Martonis said as if to take credit.

"This companion of yours insisted on pulling me over, and said that I was the person I was looking for by the 'Divine Favor', and said a lot of things about you along the way." Xenophon said with a smirk.

"Thank you, Mattonis!" Davers was grateful to a man who had taken to heart everything he said and worked hard to accomplish it, and he said to Xenophon: "Mattonis, a very warm man, you can feel it after spending a long time with him. ”

Martonis scratched his head in embarrassment.

Xenophon understood Davers' euphemistic apology, shrugged his shoulders, said he didn't care, and then stared at Davers and asked, "So is what he said true?" Divine Favorite? ”

"What do you think? In the land of the Persians, will the gods still bless the Greeks? Davers asked rhetorically.

"Of course! No matter where we are, the gods never give up on us! Xenophon replied without hesitation: "I have been able to come here because of the oracle of Apollo." ”

Xenophon's answer surprised Davers: Isn't it said that the more knowledgeable people are, the more they believe in themselves and in atheism?

He underestimated the extent to which the Greeks worshipped the gods, and asked in amazement, "What was the oracle of Apollo?" ”

Xenophon spoke with a little excitement.

It turned out that half a year ago, he received a letter invitation from his friend Proxinus in Athens, in which Proxinus told Xenophon that the Persian prince Cyrus the Younger was a great man, full of kindness to the Greeks, and recruited talented Greeks to do things for him, and he had accepted the recruitment of Cyrus the Younger, invited Xenophon to go to Asia Minor to help him, and promised to recommend Xenophon to the Persian prince.

At that time, Athens had just ended the brutal rule of the "Thirty Tyrants" supported by Sparta, and the democrats adopted a moderate policy to restore order in the city-state, and at the same time reached a reconciliation with Sparta. Because Sparta defeated Athens with the help of Cyrus the Younger, fearing that Xenophon would be punished by the Athenian government for associating with Cyrus the Younger, Socrates sent him to Delphi to ask for an oracle.

Xenophon asked the god Apollo: Which god do you want to pray to, and if you can successfully complete the journey you want, you will be able to return home safely? The oracle told him the name of the god, and after he made an offering to the appointed god in accordance with the oracle, he set sail to Asia Minor and joined the ranks of Proxinus.

"What is the name of the god given to you by the oracle of Delphi?" Olivers, who was listening, couldn't wait to ask.

Xenophon looked at Davers and said slowly and clearly, "Ha-Di-Si!"