Claude didn't take his encounter with the Kaifuni sisters at the pier to heart, nor did he appreciate the beauty of the two sisters. Of course, he was too embarrassed to stare at them. In my impression, this Kaifani is a very pretty girl with a good figure. Her sister seemed to be more beautiful than her, with a hotter figure, and she was also very courageous. She dared to call his name loudly even if she didn't know him.
I remember that Erikson seemed to have mentioned that her sister Catherine worked as a maid in a tavern on the dock. No wonder she looked at herself so generously at the dock just now. Kaifani, on the other hand, is much shy and blushes when talking to herself. But Claude quickly forgot about the two sisters because the pharmacy arrived.
Mark, who was driving, helped Claude into the pharmacy, then said goodbye and left. He wanted to go to the dock to see the Niros crocodile. The pharmacist in the pharmacy was an old man with a goatee. He carefully examined Claude's swollen left ankle and told Claude seriously that he had to bleed it. It would be difficult to bleed the foot without draining the blood. Cure.
There was nothing Claude could do. In his previous life, he was an experienced driver and had no healing skills. I don't know much about medical skills. Apart from occasionally watching a few so-called expert health lectures on TV, I just talk about it. After all, it is an information society, with mobile phones at your fingertips and everyone is a keyboard expert with no practical skills.
Just let the blood flow. Claude could only nod in agreement. So the old pharmacist handed him a willow branch and said, "Bite it."
Why are you biting this? Claude soon understood why the old man was biting this willow branch by himself. It hurt so much that he cut his left ankle and rolled a wooden stick over the swollen area. The old man meant that doing so would force out the congestion inside.
Claude's face turned pale, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and the willow branch in his mouth was almost chewed to bits. He just asked the old man why he didn't use anesthetics. The old man said that anesthetics are poisonous, very dangerous and can easily leave sequelae, such as drooling and slurred mouth. Because the current anesthetics are collected from venomous snakes, the dosage is difficult to control.
But there is a safer coma treatment method. As the old man said, he took out a thick wooden stick and gestured at Claude's head. Claude immediately understood what kind of coma treatment method this was, and Claude was grateful for it.
As a result, Claude bit into two willow branches and collapsed on the hospital bed like a weak woman who had been ravaged by eighteen big men. Apart from being so painful that there is nothing to say, the old pharmacist's treatment skills are pretty good. After bleeding Claude and straightening his bones, he applied healing potion to the wound, and then used a sticky green The ointment was applied all over the left ankle. The ointment is said to speed the growth and healing of bones and joints.
In the end, the old pharmacist used a lot of plaster to wrap Claude's entire left foot, almost halfway up the leg. Because Claude injured his left ankle, which is a joint part, he cannot move at will during the treatment. The plaster was bandaged and fixed just in case. After three days, I had to go to the old man's place to have the plaster knocked out and checked again. It seemed that another bloodletting was inevitable. To prevent congestion from affecting the treatment effect again
It was already very late when Claude got home. He was carried into the house by the tall and thick coachman in a very shameful princess hug, which shocked his whole family. If Claude hadn't mustered up the energy to tell his mother that he just sprained his ankle, she might have burst into tears. She thought that Claude's left foot was bitten off by the Niros crocodile and he became disabled from then on.
The helpless Claude could only describe the treatment process of his left ankle in detail, and repeatedly emphasized that his current weak appearance was just because the pharmacist gave him too much blood. Finally, his mother felt relieved and made arrangements. Let's get Claude some delicious food to replenish his blood.
Mr. Morsan said nothing, but kept smoking his cigarette. This evening, he also went to Erikson's private dock to see the carcass of the Niros crocodile. While the onlookers kept praising him for having a brave son, he was reflecting on what he had bought for Claude. Isn't that matchlock gun a little inappropriate? Without the matchlock gun, Claude would not have gone hunting for waterfowl, and would not have encountered such a terrifying giant crocodile.
After all, so is Mr. Morsan.