The moon was already hanging in the sky, and after hearing about his illness, Gark suddenly felt breathless, and his bones seemed to evaporate and became weak.

Everyone hurriedly cleaned up the stone table according to Viklico's instructions, and it took a lot of effort to put Garke's limp body on the table.

"I mean, your symptoms are starting too quickly, aren't they? I used to look energetic, but now I can't even walk? ”

After settling the commander, Draenor straightened his back and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, even if Gark himself was not sick, it would have made people suspect that he was hopeless.

"No matter how long it's hidden, the disease will never really start to attack when the patient knows about it. This kid is very lucky, fortunately I kept a hand, so that the situation of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person would not happen in front of me. ”

Vikiriko reached into the basin of water and washed it a little, and as she replied to Draenor she further hinted to Gark about the severity of the illness.

Even though he was once the commander in charge of more than a hundred soldiers, now Garke was lying on the stone table twitching slightly like a paralyzed reptile in an instant.

As Viklico had ordered, Delaenor and Jeanne gathered as many movable light sources in the room as they could around the stone table.

The fiery candlesticks lined up Garke's body, forming a "large" silhouette on the tabletop, and a gust of wind blew outside the window, causing the silk curtains on both sides of the room to swing incessantly.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Draenor couldn't help but laugh, in this eerie palace, if he accidentally saw it, he might mistakenly think that some strange ceremony was being held in the room.

But then again, Draenor had been aware of the first Lycos since he came to Abel and saw that no matter how difficult the living conditions were, there seemed to be little disease among the werewolves. In Vlacteu, the people of the Jeanne tribe are also very healthy. Like creatures who were designed to live in the wilderness, the Lykos are extremely resistant.

But when they do get sick, they choose to believe in the ridiculous witchcraft because of their lack of real medical knowledge, and many people in Blazing Water Town die because of it.

It's not hard to see a situation like this anywhere, Draenor has seen in the history books about the continent of Oroban hundreds of years ago, no matter what civilization each kingdom is set in, as long as it is related to the disease, it must be accompanied by pictures, although it seems a little abstract, but the bloody and cruel so-called "treatment" is really unimaginable.

Whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, if they were found to be infected with disease in that era, even if they could survive the torture of the disease, it would be difficult to escape the clutches of the church.

The civilization of the Abel Wolf Descendants seems to have stayed in a time similar to that of the Auroban, where the kingdom was divided, wars were raging, and ignorance and ignorance occupied most of the ideological space.

Although the wisdom of the dwarven kingdoms of Kadewa and Vlaktu has made some progress in their technology, it is a completely spiritually imprisoned wilderness.

It's a miracle that the wolf-born civilization has been able to survive in the haze of ignorance for so long, or from another point of view, they just fit into the cruel rules of the Abel Continent.

For some reason, Draenor was glad that he was a relatively weak Canaanite, at least because his flexible brain was much more reliable than his well-developed limbs most of the time.

"Grandson! Don't be stupid, hurry up and bring the needle to grandma! ”

Vicilico suddenly turned her head and shouted at Draenor, her tone so strong that she looked like an elder reprimanding a junior.

"Good guy, it seems that this guy is addicted to acting, and he really started yelling at me, but for my own sake, it's not a small loss."

Draenor took a breath of relief, took the syringe that had been used on Jeanne from the backpack on the side of the couch and handed it to Vikilico's hand, then turned and sat down on the couch, hoping to avoid the farce for a while.

"Mother-in-law, how does this treatment process work?"

Garke finally came to his senses, and he looked at the pointed copper needle in Viklico's hand and asked her.

"It's an ancient treatment called blood therapy, which is mainly to draw the part of blood that is dead from your body. As cruel as it sounds, this treatment was once popular in western Canaan, and believe me, it felt like a mosquito bite at best. ”

Calke lowered his head in disbelief and lay down on the table, surrounded by hot candle flames, and even if he tried to struggle, he would inevitably retract his limbs to avoid the burns.

"Imagine your life in the future, when you are healed, you will be much more lively than before, and maybe when the war is over, you will be able to return to your hometown and live a life full of children and grandchildren......

Vicky is like chanting a mantra to Galke's auditory brainwashing, this woman is really more terrifying than she imagined, although she looks lively and cheerful on the surface, but I have to say that the vampire's hypnotic ability inheritance can be seen clearly in her. Draenor muttered inwardly as he stared at the figure of the old woman with the needle in hand.

Just as Galk was about to relax his nerves, Vikirico groped around his arm for a moment, then plunged the needle into his vein, and as the piston twitched, dark red blood slowly poured into the transparent syringe.

"Alright, phew, looks like the treatment is going well."

It was almost time to end, and Draenor finally breathed a sigh of relief, got up and removed the candles on the stone table, and Gark reached out to support the edge of the table and slowly sat up with his upper body.

"Can you help me see if the bad blood that is drawn out is very scary?"

Vikily handed the blood-stained needle to Garke, and the blood contained in it was indeed as black as asphalt, and only a faint red could be seen by the light of the fire.

"Is it really bad blood? Oh my God, is there such a filthy thing in my body? ”

Idiot, this guy has fought for so many years in vain, even if he hasn't seen black blood on the battlefield, at least when slaughtering livestock in the village, he has at least heard of such a thing as venous blood, right?

Draenor almost shouted, but considering that the Lycos were still descendants of wolves, they liked to focus on the arteries for both fighting and hunting, and perhaps it was the high temperature in their bodies that made it difficult for venous blood to be seen.

"But...... Why do I still feel very hot in my lungs? I still feel like I want to cough! ”

It's no wonder that the tropics aren't stuffy, and besides, there are a few mammals that don't cough and sneeze...... Draenor shook his head, he had heard of the "blood healing", a ridiculous method that had been used as a cure for illness hundreds of years ago, but unfortunately, this "treatment" had no way of alleviating the disease.

Vikirico turned around and took out a handful of green leaves from her backpack and wrapped them tightly in gauze, then wrapped the simple veil around Garke's mouth and nose, then lifted the blanket and beat her cane a few times, choking dust suddenly filled the room, and even Draenor and Jeanne had to cover their mouths and noses and cough.

"You take a deep breath and try to tie the gauze apart?"

What worries Garke the most is that although he is fearless on the battlefield, what really makes him feel pain is the dust that fills the air, and whenever he encounters this situation, he has to habitually cover his mouth and nose with his collar, but even through the airtight fabric, he still coughs violently.

"I ...... I'll give it a try! ”

He narrowed his eyes, carefully put the gauze off his face and sniffed at the air, and something miraculous happened, the dust inhaled into his nose was no longer pungent, but freshened by the wonderful herbs, and the air flow was so cool that it seemed to suck the morning dew into his lungs.

"Oh my God, I didn't have a cough! Uh-huh! It's even more refreshing than being thirsty in the desert for three days and suddenly drinking a sip of water! It seems that my lungs have fully recovered, you are truly a miracle doctor! I don't know what to do to repay your kindness! ”

Vikiriko put the extra green leaves in her backpack, pointed to the door and said to him, "As long as you encounter dust, take this herb and sniff it." I don't want anything in return, but if you really want to, tell the king about my healing skills, just be careful not to mention tuberculosis. ”

Needless to say, Garke would do the same, and everyone who was in constant contact with the king was concerned about his illness, but even the royal wizards did not care about his illness, and of course he would report the existence of miracle doctors in his group to the king, but he must not divulge anything about his tuberculosis - he did not want to be treated as an outlier.

"Definitely, thank you for your help, the king will definitely reward you for it!"

With that, Garke tucked the herb-wrapped gauze into his arms, bowed deeply to Viklico, and turned to walk down the hallway towards the sentry post.

"You're really good at fooling people. Then again, what kind of medicine did you give him? Draenor asked Vicilico as he looked at the figure that had disappeared into the night.

"This? What a miracle medicine! It's just spearmint from Moran. ”

Vicilico rubbed the green leaf in her hand and threw it on the table.

"But it all came as a surprise to me."

Remembering the previous scene, Draenor walked to the window and looked at the still brightly lit palace.

"Forget about the poor people I met before, even these pampered nobles haven't received any education about diseases?"

Vicilico pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then said with some heaviness, "I've discussed similar issues with Moran before, the Lickos take education very seriously, but unfortunately, they don't seem to see the problem of illness as part of education. ”

Draenor felt a little strange, he had participated in countless hunting trips when he had lived in the Jeanne tribe, and it was inevitable that he would suffer some skin injuries during this time, but even in the absence of developed medical technology, they also knew how to use water and herbs to clean and apply wounds, and such treatments were quite reliable.

"But at least they know how to disinfect and bandage wounds, which is the minimum knowledge of a civilization, isn't it?"

Vicilico seemed to have guessed what Draenor was thinking, and she patted Jeanne on the shoulder and replied to Draenor

"Medical knowledge and the most basic common sense of life are two different things, after so long contact with the Licos of Abel, I gradually understood a truth, although the appearance and blood are very similar, but the wolf descendants of Vlaktu and the people here are completely two extremes, one is kind and loves nature, and is good at learning from other civilizations with an open mind; The other has returned to the most primitive part of the evolutionary chain because of the harsh natural environment here, and their brains are simply more rigid than fish. ”

Jeanne sat silently, in fact, she had already discovered the difference between herself and these so-called "kindred", but as long as those people did not intend to actively harm them, she would not care if there was any direct connection between them and herself.

"According to Moran, in the innate notion of the Wolves of Abel, seeking medical treatment seems to be a shameful act, and they believe that it will be ostracized by their peers, just like the habits of wolves. ”

"But there are exceptions, right?" Draenor seized on the loophole in the other party's words and continued, "How can you explain Gark's behavior of cooperating with your treatment before? ”

"Don't you remember how you introduced me? A 'witch doctor'. The Lykos believed in witch doctors, believing that this mysterious being was the embodiment of nature, and seeking a cure from them was an indirect expression of awe to the gods. In fact, compared to doctors who really know how to treat, those so-called witch doctors are just having a mouth that can speak. ”

Vicheric tilted her head slightly in denial, and the corners of her mouth twitched down to correct Draenor's thoughts.

Draenor felt a little sad about this, it was obvious that no matter what kind of person Snowway was, they would choose to turn to those witch doctors who would fool people in the face of illness, but fortunately, Vickyli at least knew some real medical knowledge, so as not to cause Gark to be seriously harmed.

"All in all, if you continue to be a witch doctor, the plan will go smoothly."

He shrugged his shoulders and lay down on the soft couch as he avoided the serious topic before, and he felt like he was plotting some kind of conspiracy, but it was a thankful fact.

"Yes, yes, you're right."

Vicilico sat down on the couch and nodded.

"By the way, you can help me untie the black cloth in front of me first, okay? If this continues, the false blindness will also be covered up as the real blindness. ”

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