The doctor soon arrived, a priest in charge of trauma and a abbey lady who knew how to study herbs, both of whom Baron Randolph had brought with him as a precautionary measure.

"Let them heal the Duke of April's wounds." Cardinal Schwyzwüf immediately got up and commanded.

"Yes." The two of them quickly took out their medical tools from their respective boxes, blood-stained saws, awls, shovels, axes, knives, soldering irons and other surgical tools, colorful herbs and plasters, and the things they took out were chilling, but they were accustomed to them in the Middle Ages.

"Cardinal, Baron, Duke Apulia's condition is serious, you need to use urinalysis to check the condition first, and then use bloodletting treatment, if the condition has not improved, then you need to use vomiting and **, soldering iron to burn the skin, wash the wound and other means." After examining the Duke of Apulia, the priest came up with his own plan of treatment.

Generally speaking, a urine bottle containing the patient's urine is held under the sun, and the diagnosis is made by observing the color, concentration, and smell of the urine, and at most dipping it in urine and licking it, and then according to the theory of "fluid balance".

Then "phlebotomy" is actually also based on the doctrine of "fluid balance". All diseases are "fluid imbalance", so adjusting the "fluid ratio" is dealt with by bloodletting. This type of phlebotomy is not simply a blood vessel incision, but a decision on how much blood to be breached, where to do it, and how to do it, depending on the patient's age, symptoms, season, climate, and location—whether to cut the blood vessel with a knife or suck the blood with a leech.

Of course, the most ridiculous thing is that some folk doctors have to be involved with astrology after school, how to look at today's star position? Whether it is suitable to cut blood vessels and bloodletting, and even some extreme bloodletting measures require amputation.

In fact, doctors in this era have two other tricks: vomiting and **. However, these two tricks are more special, and they are kept for a particularly long time, until the end of the Middle Ages, and even after the Renaissance, and even until the middle of the 17th century.

Generally speaking, it is to borrow the herbal texts left from the early or Roman era to pour ** with medicinal decoction for treatment. Inducing vomiting is also a medicinal soup that uses early knowledge of herbology and a large number of different kinds of spices to make you vomit.

Of course, there is also a soldering iron to burn the skin, wash the wound, and so on.

This kind of scholastic medicine and Salerno's medicine have been regarded as relatively complete treatment methods, and in the Middle Ages, when medicine was not yet developed, it was considered a very advanced medical method, and was accepted by the majority of medieval Europeans.

In addition to the methods of foreign treatment, early scholasticism focused on what was called "self-cultivation", that is, "spiritual healing", that is, confession, prayer, ritual by the clergy, chanting of holy words for you, or even holy oil or a few drops of holy water, or taking a handful of clay and applying it.

However, it is not known how much of a benefit these medieval rudimentary medical treatments could have had on the seriously injured Duke of Apulia, William.

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Drago and Humphrey ran wild with the remaining 300 Norman knights, and finally met Caesar, who had arrived with reinforcements, and they only felt like crying.

When they set out before, they had many ambitions, with more than 1,200 powerful Norman knights trying to sweep each other, but they were chased and intercepted by more than 2,500 church knights and countless infantry, but in the end, only about 300 Norman knights were still intact, and most of the remaining Norman knights may have been captured, after all, it is impossible for them to escape the sacrifice of the church knights in a hurry.

"Drogo, Humphrey, how could you be, brother? Why didn't I stay with you? Caesar stepped forward with his own guard, looked at the embarrassed Drogo and Humphrey, and asked.

In fact, Caesar had already guessed, but in order to confirm it, he still asked them about it.

"It's all you, Caesar, if you hadn't retreated and brought reinforcements, the eldest brother wouldn't have been captured by the church, and the Norman knights wouldn't have been lost." Humphrey's wicked man sued first and bit back.

"Yes, it's all you, Caesar, it's you who hurt the eldest brother, hurt everyone, I'm going to fight with you!" Drogo also reacted, and drew his sword to kill Caesar.

Caesara would give the two fools a chance, and with a wave of his sword, they knocked their weapons to the ground one by one, and the guards beside him had already watched them, and as soon as they saw them move, they drew their swords and looked at each other, unloaded the other's weapons, and restrained the other.

"Drogo, Humphrey, it turns out that you two have not heeded my advice, and have been so greedy that you have encouraged your brother to rush into the trap of the enemy, but you have not repented.

None of you can escape the guilt, I will confiscate your lands and titles, and then what awaits you is a never-ending imprisonment, and you will atone for your sins with your repentance and tears! Caesar withdrew his sword from its scabbard in his right hand and pronounced the sentence with a blank expression.

"You are slandering, Caesar, what right do you have to do this, I am the Count of Taranto, the heir of the Duke of Apulia, the future Duke, you can't do this!" Ignoring the Norman knight who was grabbing him beside him, Drago struggled and cursed loudly.

"Caesar, you will regret it, when the eldest brother returns, you will be punished as you deserve!" Humphrey was also as worried as Drogo, but he didn't look at it at all.

"Noise, take it all away for me!" Caesar commanded with a wave of his right hand.

"Yes!" The knights took orders to keep Drogo and Humphrey in prison and imprisoned.

Caesar looked at the lights of the church camp in the distance, no one knew what he was thinking, but it was certain that he was not saddened by the loss of his brother William, the Iron Arm, whose relationship might have been broken down long ago, and the only thing that held them together was family and blood.

"Caesar, perhaps you will soon be the Venerable Duke of Apulia!" Richard following Caesar. Morality. Hengu congratulated with a smile.

"Shut up!"

Richard's horses seemed to be on the hooves, and Caesar reprimanded him, turned his horse's head away, and ignored him.

Although the fall of William, Duke of Apulia, may have been a good thing for Caesar personally, he was still very sad about his years of affection.