But the current situation is that the situation is stronger than people. No matter how powerful he is, he has to bow his head to the primitive people here in the absence of tools and manpower.
Yuan Zhan and Lie made it clear that there are only two ways for him, either to have the mark of a slave or to remove the characteristics of a man, and no matter which one is, they hope that he will be obedient and not rebellious.
If he insists on not choosing either of the two, he can guarantee that the man named Hunter will castrate him himself, and maybe the other party will think that keeping him alive is his reward and kindness.
Comparing the two... Need I say it? He can only choose to be marked as a slave!
Getting a tattoo is a very painful process, especially when the tools are only primitive bone spurs. The old man who tattooed him is very skilled. He may not be old, but half of his teeth have fallen out, and his mouth is half a black hole.
Yuan Zhan told him that the opponent's teeth were knocked out by warriors of the hostile tribe, and when they were taken back, he would never be able to eat meat again.
The old man's name is Ya, and with his appearance and experience, this name is full of irony. Even the people in the tribe don't call him Ya, but call him missing teeth.
After the tattoo was finished, Yan Mo wiped away the tears from the pain, his whole body became listless, and he didn't want to talk.
Yuan Zhan didn't care about his own slave's emotions. Seeing that he was not active, he just thought it was because he was not feeling well. After carrying him back to the tent, he left enough food and water for him, touched his head and said, "Until we set off." I won't even touch you, take a good rest. When someone is chosen, we'll leave."
Yan Mo stretched out his hand.
"Ok?"
"Give me your wrist, and I'll show you your physical condition." Yan Mo concealed his reluctance and said tiredly.
"Wrist? My leg hurts."
"I know, I need to take your pulse first. The pulse is... I can touch your wrist for a while, and I can know whether your body is sick. I know you can't understand it. You can use it as a means for priests to treat people .”
"I thought you would say that this is a god-given skill."
Yan Mo said "hehe", "If you want to think so, you can."
Yuan Zhan stretched out his hand, with a complicated expression on his face, maybe this boy is not as cunning as he imagined? He was obviously uncomfortable and very angry that he had marked him as a slave, but he still offered to help him.
Yan Mo took hold of the young man's veins, and asked after a while: "Does your right leg hurt more on rainy days, or is it more severe when it's cold in winter?"
"Both."
"Did you soak in water or be exposed to rain for a long time while you were recuperating?"
Yuan Zhan was surprised, "No, it's not rain, it's snow. It happened to be the first snowfall at that time, and my wound hurt and I felt hot all over. It was much better to put my legs in the snow."
Yan Mo refused to comment on this, and continued to ask: "Do you still remember when the old priest set your bones, was your broken bone neat? Is there any big defect? Are there any cracks in the unbroken part? Have all the broken bones been taken out?"
Yuan Zhan answered one by one according to his memory.
"How long did it take for your bones to heal? When did you start walking on the ground? Did you feel any pain when you walked? When did you start to resume practicing combat skills and hunting?"
Yuan Zhan is probably really sensitive to numbers. After two years, he can still remember the relevant days clearly. This made Yan Mo look at him twice.
The young man's face once again showed that "I'm very powerful" fart expression.
It was with great difficulty that Yan Mo suppressed the strong desire to hit the other party with poison water. Then let the young man sit on the bed and straighten his right leg. He began to touch the knee little by little, and asked him as he touched it, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, tell me the truth."
Yuan Zhan grabbed his hand, "Why?" You don't have to help me heal, just watch me suffer.
Yan Mo opened his hand impatiently, "What's the reason? Didn't you say that your legs will hurt in winter, and it will hurt if you walk too much. If you don't cure it, you will be just a drag when you go on the road. Could it be Do you want to be a drag?"
The young man who was very proud of his strength immediately lost his face when he heard the words, "Even if I break my leg, I will not be a burden to others."
"Oh, is it? You're going to crawl?"
The boy's mouth was vicious, but Yuan Zhan was not angry. He felt that the boy who was trying to find a reason to heal his wounds and still speak hard seemed to be more pleasing to the eye than the one who pretended to be honest and well-behaved.
Is this the true face of a boy
I feel that such a young man is not bad, and there is a little... He can't find the right words to describe the feeling in his heart, just makes him want to squeeze and knead when he looks at it, it would be better if he could press it on the ground that feeling.
"Then do you want to be cured or not?" Yan Mo was horrified by the young man's vicious, greedy and naked eyes that did not conceal his desire.
The vicious-looking young man suddenly approached the young man, sticking out his tongue and licking from his chin to his forehead. After licking, he could answer him by the way: "Yes."
Yan Mo... wiped his face vigorously, and wiped the saliva on the young man's leather skirt again and again.
"Shut up if you miss you! Try licking me again! Damn, your saliva stinks!" If it wasn't for the fear that he would be punished if he didn't use the manual again, and he really couldn't leave this person for the time being when he went on the road in winter, he didn't care My legs hurt!
Yuan Zhan didn't believe it, so he spit on his palm, smelled it, "It doesn't smell bad, if you don't believe me, you can smell it."
"You have given me enough!" The doctor who used to be a clean freak has no clean freak since he came here, but the primitive people here are still refreshing his lower limit every day. When he was being carried and passed by the square just now, he saw a little boy who was suspected of being a slave looking for edible food in a pile of animal feces. None of the adults next to him stopped him.
"Hiss!" Somewhere in the middle of his right thigh was pressed, and Yuan Zhan's leg twitched in pain.
"Here?" Yan Mo immediately confirmed the location, "Does it feel particularly painful here?"
"It hurts nearby too, and it feels like it's getting bigger every year."
"It's inconvenient not to be able to take a film." Yan Mo muttered, "It all depends on my hands and my experience. If I don't die, if I can go back, my medical experience will definitely be the best in the world when I go back."
"What did you say?" Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's chin.
Yan Mo was about to answer, but suddenly he smiled strangely, "Stupid master, is it good to watch someone stab me with bone spurs? Do you know that there is a medical technique called acupuncture bone probing? It is said that the doctor who developed this method at the beginning originally It is intended to use the golden needle to pierce the remaining arrow barbs in the body of the wounded so that they can be dug out, and later it was extended to pierce the remaining broken bones and debris in the body, and it can even be used to open up blocked meridians."
Yuan Zhan didn't understand, but his intuition was very dangerous, and now he feels that the boy is not like a good boy who is disgusting and soft-spoken.
Yan Mo was going crazy with joy!
He found another loophole!
He "sincerely" wants to treat old injuries for Yuan Zhan, but he needs to be diagnosed first, and he can treat the symptoms after he understands the cause.
But in this primitive society that lacks medical machinery, he wants to determine the cause of the patient. Unless the symptoms are obvious, he can judge it by "seeing, smelling and asking". Otherwise, he needs to use some tools and drugs to detect and eliminate it bit by bit.
In the process of exploring and excluding the cause, pain manifestations are also an essential observation factor. He does not intend to make the patient feel pain, but in order to determine the location of the cause of the disease, he needs to know all the exact feelings of the patient, so sometimes he It is impossible to relieve the pain of the patient, even if he has the ability to do so, otherwise it will hinder the examination and diagnosis.
For example, in the case of Yuan Zhan, he had some speculations, but he could not confirm the diagnosis yet. So the probing method he will adopt later is really not because he "deliberately" wants to make his hairy master painful and uncomfortable, he is also for the good of his stupid master, really!
"Dear master, remember to come back early, I won't be able to see clearly when it's dark." He must give it a try tonight to see if what he thinks is really successful.
Yuan Zhan was silent for a long time before he dryly replied "Yes".
"Go and come back quickly! When you come back, remember to bring back the herbs and insects you told me to bring back." Yan Mo waved his stupid master to kneel down.
When Yuan Zhan got up, he felt that something was wrong. Thinking about it, he turned his head and stepped on the little slave's face, until the other party was out of breath, hugging his feet and struggling desperately, he stopped satisfied and left.
Bah bah bah! How dare you step on my face with your smelly feet? ! Yan Mo, maddened by anger, quickly crawled to the side of his original bed, grabbed the straw rope belt that had been thrown to a corner, and refused to let it go, curled up and gasped for breath.
calm down…
Don't let your temper turn into bad things.
Think about the importance of acting, think about the necessity of patience, if you hadn't mastered these two at the beginning, how could you be sent here by a bullet!
Think about those really old and cunning people, which one of them can't bear it? Which one is not a master of acting
So what if your medical skills are good? If you don't know how to be a human being, you will only be thrown out to top the tank. Although you are not a fucking thing, those 100 million scumbags are not wronged at all.
But are you willing? To be thrown into this world is to suffer again
Yan Mo, don't forget your ultimate goal, for the sake of your baby, what can't you bear
"Dudu, Dad is wrong. Dad will work hard to live, and he will live a better life than everyone in this world. You wait, wait for Dad to pick you up. Dudu, Dad misses you so much... If I suffer Your suffering can buy you a lifetime of happiness and health. No matter how hard it is, how hard it is, how painful it is, Dad can endure it... Dudu, baby... "
Yan Mo grabbed the straw rope to cover his mouth, crying bitterly.