"Well, when I didn't say it. ”

Gordon said that the law and order was not bad, and something happened, it was really a slap in the face, the kind that snapped.

At this time, the colonels of the fortress garrison were already mad, and the total number of soldiers in the fortress, guards, and training exceeded three hundred, but someone knocked out two sentries and then sneaked into the warehouse and stole something.

"You idiots, don't come back if you can't catch anyone. ”

Teams of guards escaped from the fortress and notified the various guards to begin a survey of the perimeter of the fortress all the way to the docks, but unfortunately, they did not see the target at all.

"Hey, you kid, what are you doing?"

A group of soldiers looked at Gordon, a man who had nothing to do next to the fortress, but who was well-dressed, and came up to him and questioned him.

"Me?"

Gordon looked at his outfit, it was not an assassin's outfit, nor was he wearing a scimitar or musket, what was suspicious?

"Yes, it's you, new face, I haven't seen it, where did you come from?"

A guard soldier in a gray-green military uniform asked, speaking English with a tongue-curling accent, the standard tone of Havana.

"I, the local, hit the money!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry, please ignore the previous sentence, I'm Gordon, I've been sailing outside for more than a year, and I've come back to see, my family lives next to the farm in the west of the city, and my father is ......"

Hearing that Gordon was indeed extremely familiar with Havana, the people of the guard directly interrupted him.

"Stop, I believe you're a local, do you see any suspicious people coming out of here?"

"Hi Gordon, I know him. ”

A soldier pushed away the man in front of him and walked in front of Gordon.

And Gordon's eyes widened, looking at this person, obviously a friend who had played with him to a big day, the guy who stole chickens and touched dogs, and was covered in dirt, at this time he actually looked like a dog, and the most terrifying thing was that he also joined the guard.

"Harry, long time no see, it's a good mix!"

And Harry walked straight over, strangled him by the neck, and then overwhelmed him.

"You kid dared to come back, you and Duncan ran away without saying hello at that time, you really don't treat us as brothers. ”

"You can't blame me for that. ”

Harry was not like them, his parents were both heads and faces, and the last time he went to see Harry, he was kicked out by Harry's father and warned not to come back.

"Don't talk about this, I'm still on patrol now, and at night, after I change shifts, I'll wait for you in the tavern, by the way, are you home?"

Gordon shook his head.

"You'd better go back and check it out, your father seems to be very sick lately. ”

Hearing this, Gordon was stunned, in his memory, his father had always been a very strong man, and he had never been sick, how could it be.

"Okay, I see, I'll go home. ”

Harry was gone, and he was going to continue his patrol, and Gordon began to run back towards the west of the city, where he was home.

Now at the door of the house, without the slightest hesitation, he naturally pushed the door in, and all the worries in his original imagination disappeared, he just wanted to see if his father and mother were okay?

"Ahem, Charlotte, are you back?"

The voice of his father came through the inner room, and Gordon followed to find his frail father lying on the bed, and then his eyes moistened.

The room was damp, and the windows were closed, and a pale man lay on the bed, too different from the father he remembered.

"It's me, I'm back. ”

Gordon took Oliver's hand, so cold that there were almost bones left.

Hearing this familiar voice, Oliver barely opened his eyes and saw Gordon's face, showing a smile that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Gordon, you've gained weight, and you seem to be doing well. ”

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

Oliver looked at his dry hands, a little melancholy: "It's old, I don't understand what those god-like doctors say, but every day I find a barber to let out some blood and eat a lot of strange things." ”

"Bloodletting??" Gordon gritted his teeth, unable to believe it. But in my memory, when I was young, I was also cured by bloodletting.

In the eighteenth century in the West, there was no medical system at all, the germ of microbiology had not yet appeared, pathology and other medical skills still needed a century, and the most common way to treat diseases in this era was bloodletting.

"It's nonsense, no wonder the Black Death wiped out a third of Europe's population. ”

And the bloodletting is almost always done by the barbershop's shaver, and the red and white striped sign on the outside means this.

The knives full of viruses and bacteria, people who are not sick have to kneel when they cut their arms, let alone patients.

Looking at the airtight room, Gordon walked over and pushed open the window, bringing in a lot of fresh air.

"Gordon, the doctor said to avoid contact with foreign things that can aggravate the symptoms. Oliver whispered.

Gordon didn't pay any attention to it, just opened the door and ripped open the curtains to make the room feel better.

"Don't believe the, it will make you die faster. ”

Looking at his father's frail body, Gordon really felt powerless, he was not a doctor, and the memories of the 21st century did not bring him any medical skills, only the simplest examinations.

I looked at my father's bloodless face, heavy tongue coating, cold skin, and pigmented spots.

"Diarrhea?"

Gordon asked, touching his father's forehead.

"Don't have diarrhea, Gordon, when did you understand medicine?"

"Can you eat?" asked Gordon, with a serious face.

"I can't eat much. ”

Typical visceral and gastrointestinal problems.

The skin is sallow, unable to eat, accompanied by cough, weakness and other symptoms.

But just knowing what was wrong didn't cure it at all, the only thing he could do now was to rely on support therapy to get Oliver's body back up, and then rely on his body's immune function to heal itself.

"Dad, you'd better eat light and don't eat anything greasy during this time, so as to make your stomach better. ”

Of course, it is useless to say this to Oliver, and he should wait for his mother to come back and tell her.

"Gordon, I'm satisfied to see you again, have you encountered any difficulties in sailing? It's a pity that there is no money left at home......" Oliver, even though he was seriously ill, missed his son, a little rebellious, and a little naïve.

"I'm fine, I've got a ship of my own, and seventy or eighty sailors, and I've earned money. ”

As he spoke, Gordon took out a bag of silver coins from his bosom and placed them in front of the bedside.