After joining up with Roddy, who was waiting in the kingdom's territory.

The group of four entered the Charlesian Territory, an autonomous colony of Faletis not too far from the north of the Far Sail Collar.

To the west of the colony is the steep ravines of the Cumberland Mountains, which are part of the Abayachy Mountains, a mountainous region that runs north and south of the eastern part of the New World and is rich in coal and iron ore.

It is also the current steel smelting center of Phaletis in the New World.

Even the iron keel used to renovate the "Storm Horn" came from here.

However, because of the high amount of investment required in the early stage, the metallurgical industry here has just started at this stage, and the scale is not large, but there are a few iron ores, coal mines and small and medium-sized metallurgical workshops scattered around.

But prospectors believe that there must be a larger mine hidden in that mountain range, and there may even be a large-scale open-pit deposit, which is of inestimable value.

It is also the driving force for the colony leaders to sharpen their knives and prepare for further westward expansion!

"That's right, Roddy. I haven't asked you, how did you know there was such a Dr. Taylor?"

"Oh, oh, you don't know because you don't spend much time on the mainland, and many dignitaries actually know this doctor of medicine who traveled to the New World.

My uncle, Mr. Hodge, was the owner of the Grand Plantation in the Colony of Chubshire, a member of the House of Lords, and a member of the Governor's Council.

I had been helped by him, so I knew about this highly skilled doctor. ”

Hearing Aven's question, Olivia was slightly stunned.

However, he immediately said the prepared excuse, thanks to Mr. Shin Rodi, who had already gone to another world, for bragging about his "family background".

In fact, Olivia's knowledge of Dr. Taylor comes from her own mother, Nymph, and is a source of confidence in her abilities.

Because Dr. Taylor was not a simple doctor, but an official wizard who was inclined to the path of healing, and even most of the members of the Vesalius School to which he belonged were saddled with the Church's wanted warrants.

Corpse thieves, heretics, blood-sucking demons, messengers of death... And so terrible titles were imposed on their heads.

Olivia wondered if it was because of this that the other party had a hard time in the Old World that he would come to the New World.

"Really? That's because I'm alone. Speaking of which, I'm still a licensed pharmacist registered in the kingdom, so I can try to talk to this medical doctor. ”

In this era when modern medicine was just in its infancy, phlebotomy was still in vogue, and many doctors' treatment methods were not actually much different from witchcraft.

However, the most frightening thing for the patient is that the users of this "witchcraft" themselves do not have any spell casting ability...

For ordinary seafarers, even if it is a simple external injury, the best or only medicine after the injury is a high degree of rum.

No matter how good the conditions are, it is just a bottle of inferior "holy water" that I don't know how much water has been mixed with.

In this era, there is even a saying that the better the medical conditions, the higher the mortality rate. In other words, the survival rate of high-ranking officials and nobles who have the services of doctors is lower than that of the poor who rely on their own resistance.

You can imagine how unreliable the medical skills of this era are!

Therefore, Evan understands very well how rare it is to have a doctor who has mastered the real scientific means of treatment in this era.

Even he was already thinking about it.

If the other party really has real talents, you can try to invite him to become the ship doctor of the "Storm Horn". Even if he doesn't, he has to maintain a good relationship so that the crew can get medical assistance from him from time to time.

The group at least had the transcendent rank of official knights, and their mobility was excellent, and they quickly arrived at the destination of their trip even if they chatted all the way.

Surrounded by mountains, an iron mine of modest size.

"Is this it?"

"Well, with a name and a look, plus the vague guidance of passers-by before, divination will not go wrong. ”

Milan replied confidently, the pendulum in his hand pointing diagonally forward in defiance of the rules of gravity, and it was a piece of cake for him to find someone and something.

Standing at the door, you can already see that there are quite a few Aboriginal absentees and Nimanster overseers coming and going in the mines.

Several Nimanster guards belonging to the mine saw the group appear, and immediately came to respectfully inquire:

"Your Excellency, who are you...?"

"We're here to find someone, is there a Dr. Taylor in the mines?

It would be great if someone could show us the way. If you're worried about us stealing iron ore, you can send someone to follow. ”

Evan explained the origin of his group, but the guard looked dazed, obviously not knowing what Dr. Taylor was.

"Ah, welcome to the Kamodo Iron Mine, you can find as many people as you want, and if you have any other needs, you can just ask. ”

The pot-bellied mine manager rushed to hear the news, and his attitude was even better than that of the guards.

Whether in ancient or modern times, the first impression that can give strangers is always appearance, although it is not advocated to judge people by appearance, but the prevalence of this way of behavior also has his rationality.

Even if he was dressed in civilian clothes, he didn't ride in the carriage, but he was still dressed neatly and neatly along the way, and his military boots were shiny, especially the momentum that emanated from the inside out on Aiwen's body, which clearly showed the extraordinaryness of this line.

As long as there are eyes that can see things, how can there be so many dogs who look down on people?

Besides, it's just looking for someone, and it's not an embarrassing request.

"Thank you very much. ”

"Yes, everybody, please!"

By the time Evan and the others followed the pendulum to the wandering MD, he was performing a surgical operation in the most rudimentary environment.

The subject of the operation was a young indigenous boy who had his hands cut off and had passed out.

This was not uncommon among slaves, and a few people understood what was going on as soon as they looked at the man leaning against the corner next to them.

It was a man dressed in dust who was absent from work, covering his face and sobbing weakly: "Why should you punish your son if you don't complete your task?!"

Even Apusuya, who was also an Atrian, was not too indignant, although he couldn't bear it. Just because this is the current situation of the survival of slaves in small tribes, being able to manage their own tribe is already the limit of their ability.

Their attention didn't linger long on the human tragedy before they were drawn to the doctor's movements.

"Huh, Dr. Taylor is a wizard?"

On a relatively flat wooden corridor, a semicircular light barrier of light enveloped two figures.

One was a scrawny boy of about five or six years old, and the other was a middle-aged man in a robe with pale white hair on his sideburns.

Two severed arms wrapped in a pale green light floated beside him, and tiny clots of blood were expelled from the fracture.

The middle-aged doctor skillfully cleaned the wound quickly, trimmed the skin, muscles, bones, blood vessels, nerves...

The severed limb is then held close to the upper arm, and the bone is fixed with screws of unknown material.

Use your child's own hair as a suture to weave quickly from skin to flesh.

Probably because there is no external source of blood, the doctor's hands are moving very quickly, and it is clear that they are racing against time.

Ai Wen could see clearly that this was a "fantastic" amputated limb replantation operation!

Although witchcraft is used, the core of advanced medicine is difficult to erase.

In this doctor's body of knowledge, it is clear that there is already a concept of blood circulation, and there is no mistake in the connection between arteries and veins.

From this hand, Ai Wen knew that this was exactly the person he was looking for!

Everyone held their breath and watched each other silently as if artistically.

However, the operation was fast and halfway through the nerves.

Trample.. Trample.. Trample..

However, Aven suddenly stepped forward under the surprised gazes of his companions, easily penetrating the spiritual barrier that created a sterile space.

Po –

Then the "Activation Aura" in his hand flickered, and the nerves that had been connected by Taylor were disconnected again.

The coat (myelin sheath) that surrounds the neurofilament then splits open, revealing the central neurament that extends into the distal myelin sheath that was originally broken, and finally closes again.

"You...."

The doctor, who was engrossed in the operation, wanted to stop the guy who had been killed halfway to help, but he didn't expect the child's fingers to move slightly almost immediately.

Although there was surprise in his eyes, the doctor knew that the most important thing now was his patient, and he quickly completed the final sutures.

Then the two cooperated with each other, and it only took half the time to attach the other arm to the little boy.

After the operation was completely completed, the middle-aged doctor lifted the spiritual barrier and grabbed Aiwen's hand excitedly for the first time:

"Hello sir, you're also a doctor, aren't you? You know more about the nervous system than we know so far.

Originally, I just wanted to do my best, but I can't say whether these hands can return to normal function.

Now I think it's at least 80 percent hopeful of getting back to its original state, can I talk to you about my experience with the nervous system?"

Looking at the excited doctor, Ai Wen smiled slightly:

"Hello, Dr. Taylor! Barely a pharmacist, not as good as your profession.

Neural connections are not complicated, and I can tell you right now.

After a nerve fiber is disconnected, as long as the coat (myelin sheath) that surrounds the nerve filament can be placed in the right position.

The central nerve filaments can be extended along the superior myelin sheath into the distal myelin sheath that had been broken, eventually forming new nerve fibers and restoring the function of nerve conduction signals.

The key to nerve junction is the inner neurofilament, not the outer myelin sheath. ”

"I see!

The middle-aged doctor's face was full of sudden realization, and even as if he had heard the truth, he danced like a child, obviously loving medicine from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that he seemed to be immersed in his own world, Evan hurriedly grabbed him: "Doctor Taylor, we are looking for you to ask for help. ”

Saying that, Ai Wen took out the analysis report of the [Super Cyst Fungus], and even took out the analysis of the traces of the witchcraft transformation because of the identity of the other party's wizard.

"At your level, are there any conditions that can't be solved?"

Taylor suspiciously took the experiment log from Aven's hand and unfolded it to look at it.

The next moment, his face immediately changed so much that he exclaimed:

"Plague School!"