It should be said that the Persians not only fulfilled their promises, but also did it very well. brought the Greeks to a fertile land. There are dense farmland and more than a dozen rich villages around, and two villages have been vacated as garrison camps for the Greeks, and a lot of food has been prepared.
After a few days of exhaustion and hunger, the soldiers ate to their heart's content.
The next day, Davos woke up, feeling exhausted and swept away, very energetic, thinking of what the Persians had done, he was a little confused: if this is a arrogant plan, it is necessary to do such a big deal Pay? Could it be that this is really a country that bullies the soft and fears the hard, just like the Northern Song Dynasty in Chinese history.
He tried his best to recall the exposition of the ancient Persian imperial system when the university professor he invited when he was studying at the party school in his previous life taught the course on the decline of great powers: the Persians rose while the overlords of the Mesopotamia and Assyria were declining. Cyrus adopted a very tolerant policy towards the cultures and religions of various ethnic groups, so wherever the soldiers went, various ethnic groups surrendered, and the territory was like a snowball.
How to manage such a vast land? First of all, the birthplace of Persia, Persepolis, is the capital, and is ruled by the king himself; the Mesopotamia basin is the most fertile region, directly under the jurisdiction; other places are governed by governors. Most of the people under its jurisdiction are autonomous, and pay taxes regularly... Wait, Mesopotamia is the direct jurisdiction of the Persian king!
Davos had a flash of inspiration, and in his memory: when the mercenaries passed through Silesia, the little Cyrus also allowed the Greeks to loot, but once they crossed the Tapisakus River and entered the two river basins, the management was much stricter. Now, even to buy things, you have to pay according to the price, don't you say... Could it be...
"Davos, come and see Asisters with me!" A big hand pulled Davos up, interrupting his contemplation.
"Who?" Davos asked Shiros in confusion.
"Asisters is Antonio's nephew. When he was crossing the wooden bridge yesterday, the bridge suddenly broke, he fell into the river, and got a big cut in his thigh with broken wood. I didn't expect that this morning, he He was hot all over, unconscious, and said some strange things. The doctor couldn't do anything about it. Antonios wants to invite you to take a look!" Hiros said anxiously.
"Speaking weird?! It seems that he has already arrived in hell and met Radamantos, so he probably has no hope." Seeing Hiros glaring at him, Olivers hurriedly changed his words: "Of course, Davos, you This Hades' 'God-Blessed One', he can't even come back to life!"
Davers looked embarrassed: "I really want to help, but I can't heal."
Hiros reassured him: "Antonios understands. Just for someone who is about to lose a loved one, there is a little hope that he will try it too."
Facing the expectant look of Hiros, Davos was silent, and the nervousness just now was slowly calming down: Even if Asisters could not be saved, could it be possible to obliterate my help to everyone in the past two days! In addition to pretending to be a ghost, can't I gain their trust with my ability! Without this nickname, it may be possible to release some of Menon's hatred of himself.
Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
"I'll go too." Georgris who was in the room also stood up.
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When I came to the room with the doors and windows closed, there were people in the room.
"Davers is here!" One sentence quickly made people give way.
Davos came to the bed and saw a young man in his twenties lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his lips dry and his whole body flushed. There was a wedge-shaped wound about six centimeters long on the left thigh near the knee, and the surrounding area was swollen like a fist. He was talking nonsense, his hands and feet were twitching, but he was held tightly.
Davos first put his hand close to the patient's forehead, hot to the touch. He pressed the swollen spot with his hand, and green pus flowed out of the wound. He felt sticky fingers and a faint scent.
At this time, the man who was holding the patient raised his head, looked at him, and said, "I used sesame oil boiled from grape leaves to smear the wound on the wound, hoping to make him quiet, but it doesn't seem to work well."
"His name is Helps, and he is the doctor of our camp." Hiros said in a low voice, seeing Davos' doubts.
Such a strong man is actually a doctor! Davers looked at him and blurted out: "Why not use bloodletting therapy?"
"Does bloodletting have to be used? I thought that in case of bloodletting, it would take a long time for Asisters to recover, but we were on our way home!" Helps explained: "I even I have used the little 'Meirion incense' left, but it seems that aromatherapy doesn't work at all." He looked a little frustrated.
No wonder, there is a strange smell in the air, and I thought it was the body odor of these people. Didn't the West love to use bloodletting to treat diseases before the Renaissance? Davos thought about some anecdotes about Western ancient times he had seen in his previous life.
"Oh, what's your name? Which camp did Antonios get the doctor from?" Helps asked.
Davers hesitated for a moment, considering how to answer. Antonios, who was waiting anxiously on the side, interjected: "He is Davos! Hades, the 'God-Blessed One' of Hades!" After speaking, he asked Davos eagerly without seeing the sudden change in Helps' expression: "Asisters... does he still have... hope?"
"I try my best, but I may not succeed." Davers replied cautiously.
"Just do your best! Just do your best!" There was a hint of relief on Antonios' tired face: "Do we need to prepare the altar and the statue of Hades now?"
"What are you preparing for?"
"Prayer!"
Davos glanced around, except for Helps, who looked on with anticipation and excitement: it turned out to be waiting to see "God descends"!
Davos laughed in his heart and said solemnly: "I can't pray. I don't know how to pray. But I know some other treatments that I can try. If you just want God to rescue Asistes, then I just have to leave!"
"Oh!" some murmured in disappointment.
Antonios seemed to understand something, and immediately said firmly: "Just do as you say!"
The reason why Davos said this: First, to find a way out for his failure to cure himself; second, to not want these people to connect him with God in everything.
"Let everyone go out and wait! ... Open the doors and windows! ... Boil a jug of water, find some clean linen cloths and put them in the boiling water! Also find a sharp, rust-free knife and put it in the boiling water as well! ... Also Bring a few more jars of cold water to the house!" Davos exhorted in a slow and clear voice.
Antonios, Hiros, and Georgris did not have any doubts, but started to carry out his orders in earnest, rushing around.
Helps originally thought that Davos was a witch doctor and looked bad on him. Seeing what he had arranged at the moment, I couldn't help asking curiously, "Davers, how are you going to treat it?"
"The wound did not bleed a lot, and obviously no blood vessels were injured, but the wound was red and swollen with pus and high fever. Obviously, the high fever was caused by the wound infection, so debridement and fever reduction can be carried out first." Davers explained in detail. For modern people, this is just common sense. But in this ignorant era, people often think that gods and ghosts are at work, which is why witch doctors are so popular, and Helpers thought that Davos was a witch doctor before.
Helps' eyes lit up after hearing Davos's words: "This is somewhat similar to the method of treating fractures proposed by Hippocrates, 'debridement, traction, and reduction'."
"Hippocrates of Kos?" Davos was familiar with this name. After all, later generations called Hippocrates "the father of Western medicine."
"Yes. You know him?"
"Not familiar, but heard of it."
"When I was passing through the Aegean Sea, I wanted to visit him, but he was not there. Although many doctors in mainland Greece did not agree with him, he did cure many people."
Seeing Helps' regretful and envious look, Davos moved in his heart: "Can you be my assistant for a while?"
"Thank you very much!" Helps said gratefully. In this era, most doctors are passed down from father to son. If ordinary people want to study medicine, they need to sign an agreement, pay a lot of tuition fees, and serve as assistants for many years free of charge.