"Geogris, help me hold down Asisters."
"Helps, you fold the linen from the cold water and put it on his forehead. Use another piece of linen to wipe the sides of his neck."
"Heros, wring out the scalded linen and wipe the area around the wound."
"Take the knife out of the boiling water and bake it on the fire."
When Davos took the knife, he hesitated. After all, the previous steps are common sense, and modern people will do it. But this wound is wedge-shaped and must be opened for debridement. He only saw farmers injured in a mountain village in a previous life, and sometimes he thought the hospital was too far away, so he let the barefoot doctor do it.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Geogris pressed it!" Then, he cut the skin with a knife.
… … … …
"He's quieter!" Helps exclaimed in surprise.
Davos wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, looked at Asisters who was no longer struggling, and secretly relieved: "Keep wiping his forehead and neck with cold water, and... pay attention. If the linen on the wound is found to be covered with pus again, I will debride him according to my previous method..."
"Okay, Davos!" At this moment, Helps was respectful as if Davos was his teacher.
Davos glanced at the small piece of sawdust that was taken out from the depths of the wound on the ground, and a sense of accomplishment emerged spontaneously.
He walked out of the house with Hiros and Georgris, and the people who were waiting anxiously outside swarmed to ask about Asisters' situation.
"He's much better!" said Giorgris proudly.
People cheered in amazement.
Davos said hurriedly: "Asisters is not out of danger yet. These two days are the most dangerous time for him. He has to fight the disease on his own. Helps will take care of me with all my strength. he."
Davers said to Antonios again: "Be sure to give your nephew plenty of water, but remember not to drink raw water, but boiled and cooled water. Also, when he is more awake, make oatmeal for He drinks."
"But he'll spit it out." Antonios said embarrassedly.
"Feed him again when he vomits. He consumes too much and needs food to support." Davos sighed, glanced at the people around him, and said, "Asisters needs to be quiet and cultivate, don't let others in Excuse him. Keep the room ventilated, preferably a fire to dry the air…”
Antonios remembered it seriously, and finally couldn't help but ask again: "If everything is done, will Asisters be okay?"
Davos was silent: if in a previous life, a bottle of antibiotics would solve the problem. But this is an era of ignorance that lacks doctors and medicines, and he is also a two-knife.
He couldn't come to a conclusion, he could only say: "We do our best. In the end, it's up to him." Looking at everyone's slightly admiring eyes, he hurriedly left.
… … … … …
"Sorry, I have to go back."
"Wait a second, Davos will be back soon."
When Davos and the others returned to their dormitory, they saw Matonis dragging someone hard.
Seeing Davos, he shouted happily: "Hey, Davos, you are finally back! I brought Xenophon for you!"
Xenophon? ! Davos' eyes widened, and the man was watching him.
In Davos's eyes: Xenophon is about thirty years old, he is not tall, and has the general features of the Greeks, with black curly hair, a high nose bridge, a Chinese character face, a thick beard, and a particularly wide one. The forehead and a pair of smart and inquisitive eyes.
Xenophon was a little disappointed when he saw that Davos turned out to be a childish big boy. He soon discovered what was special about this young man: behind the young man, those who were obviously older than him surrounded him like following the leader, which made him different.
"Xenophon of Athens?" asked the young man
"right."
"A student of Socrates?"
"That's right." Xenophon became more curious: he was an Athenian, and most of the people in the camp knew that. A student of Socrates, only a few know. Most of the Greeks on the expedition to Persia this time came from the poor in Ionia, Thrace, and Thrace. They had no money, no land, and it was difficult to make a living, so they came out to earn money, and of course, most of them were illiterate. Not to mention Xenophon, who is still a nobody, even Socrates, who is famous in mainland Greece, is not known to many people.
"Which teacher did you learn from?" Xenophon asked hurriedly.
"I don't know a word of Greek." Divers said sternly.
Xenophon was taken aback by his answer. His illiterate and unremarkable self-confidence look made it hard for Xenophon to feel a trace of contempt.
"Davos, today I went for a walk in various camps. I heard that there was a man named Xenophon in Proxinus' camp, so I brought it here for you. It should be him, right?" Matonis seemed to take credit. said.
"Your companion insisted on pulling me over, and said that I was the person named by the 'God's Blessed One', and said a lot about you along the way." Xenophon said with a half-smile.
"Thank you, Matonis!" Davos was only grateful to a man who remembered what he said casually and worked hard to complete it, and he said to Xenophon: "Martonis is a very enthusiastic person. If you spend a long time with him, you can feel it."
Matonis shook his head embarrassedly.
Xenophon understood Davos' tactful apology, shrugged his shoulders, and said he didn't care, then stared at Davos and asked, "So is what he said true? God-Blessed One?"
"What do you think? In the land of the Persians, will the gods still bless the Greeks?" Davos asked rhetorically.
"Of course! No matter where we are, the gods have never given up on us!" Xenophon replied without hesitation: "I was able to come here because of the oracle of Apollo."
Xenophon's answer surprised Davos: doesn't it mean that the more knowledgeable people are, the more they believe in themselves and in atheism
He underestimated how much the Greeks worshiped the gods, and asked in amazement, "What happened to Apollo's oracle?"
Xenophon spoke excitedly.
It turned out that half a year ago, he received an invitation to write a letter from his friend Proxinus in Athens. In the letter, Proxinus told Xenophon: The little Cyrus, the prince of Persia, was a great man, full of kindness to the Greeks. , recruiting talented Greeks to do things for him, he had accepted the recruitment of Cyrus the Younger, invited Xenophon to help him in Asia Minor, and promised to recommend Xenophon to the Persian prince.
At that time, Athens had just ended the brutal rule of the "Thirty Tyrants" supported by Sparta. The democrats adopted a moderate policy to restore the order of the city-state, and at the same time reached a reconciliation with Sparta. Norfin wanted to go to Asia Minor to gain knowledge and broaden his horizons, but he was a little hesitant, so he asked his teacher Socrates. Because Sparta defeated Athens with the help of Cyrus the Younger, and was worried that Xenophon would be punished by the Athenian government for interacting with Cyrus Younger, Socrates asked him to go to Delphi to ask for an oracle.
Xenophon asked the god Apollo: To which god should I only offer prayers, successfully complete the itinerary in my mind, and be able to return home safely? The oracle told him the name of the god, and after he sacrificed to the designated god according to the oracle, he set sail to Asia Minor and joined the team of Proxinus.
"What is the divine name given to you by the Oracle of Delphi?" Olivers, who was in the audience, asked impatiently.
Xenophon looked at Davos and said slowly and clearly, "Ha-Di-S!".