The weather just entering spring is a little fickle.
The sun shone warmly for a few days and then suddenly cooled down, and the cool sea breeze blew into the castle, filling it with a chill.
A few days ago, Toby changed the thick clothes wrapped around him because he was greedy for the cold, and walked around the castle wearing only a thin coat.
In addition, he kicked the quilt in bed at night, and accidentally caught a cold.
sneezing, runny nose...
The day just went by, and the next day it was a little bit moving towards a mild cough.
In the western continent where medicine is backward and the treatment methods are primitive and barbaric, a cold and a fever are already a serious disease.
Haruka remembered when Xia Zoe Desinia was in a coma because of a fever.
Not only the servants in the castle were helpless, but even the doctors from the city or from outside dared not easily diagnose him.
The reason is - they have no way to cure these kinds of diseases.
Even once the treatment is started, the treatment methods such as bloodletting, blood sucking, and enema that are unique to this era are very likely to make people's illness more serious and tortured.
By that time, direct death of the patients would be the easiest way to die.
On the other hand, the physicians treat noble lords such as earls and marquis.
Their responsibilities and risks will be greater.
As the last body of the nobles, so will the results of the physicians.
If it is put to death, it will be followed by compensation for life.
Therefore, on the Western Continent, there is no way to become a physician without a certain amount of courage and guts.
Although the profession of physicians will be respected, there are still very few people who become physicians, and even fewer are slightly famous.
It can be said that the number of physicians in the entire Gadayat Kingdom will not exceed double digits.
This shows the current state of the medical profession.
And most importantly, no one will think that the treatment methods of fumigation, burning, and cutting off limbs by doctors are barbaric and biased. Not only are they ineffective, but they will lead to accelerated death of patients.
People will only think that such a medical method is absolutely correct and beyond reproach.
This is the perception of this era.
You died because of your own bad luck, not the doctor's fault.
But the nobility had the privilege.
If the nobles died because their illnesses were not cured, some doctors would be put to death in prison. If they were lucky, they might stay in prison until the end of their lives before they could be released.
Commoners or slaves who want to treat illnesses generally cannot afford medicines.
Some physicians also disdain to treat slaves.
Therefore, what commoners and slaves can do is to pray to the God of Creation for repentance, do bloodletting by themselves, and train their will through penance.
In layman's terms, it's hard to beat.
It will be fine in a few days.
After Toby found himself sneezing and having a runny nose, he also planned to take it hard.
But perhaps it was due to the cold and humid environment at the seaside. Instead of getting better, his cold started to get worse.
When Toby coughed for the first time, Gibran was already anxious.
Gibran was worried and apprehensive.
He was so mad at himself for not stopping Toby when he changed his thick clothes that he was sick one night.
"What should I do... Let's ask Lord Earl to find a doctor to come and take a look, Toby, are you feeling sick? Do you have a fever?"
Toby shook his head: "Brother, I'm not uncomfortable, but my nose is a little blocked... I'd better not bother Lord Earl."
He was actually very uncomfortable, his throat was itchy, and he always wanted to cough.
And he was a little weak all over, and he had no strength.
But Toby didn't dare to say it, he was afraid...
Naturally, Gibran did not believe his words.
Just by looking at Toby's abnormally red face, he knew that his condition was definitely not as easy as he said.
Gibran immediately blocked the arm that Toby was trying to stop, and forcedly touched his forehead, carefully feeling the temperature under his hand...
After a while.
The expression on Gibran's face couldn't help changing and changing.
"elder brother… "
Toby looked up nervously.
Gibran bit his lip, and after hesitating, he finally made up his mind: "Let's go, let's go to Lord Earl, Toby, my brother will definitely not let you have any trouble."
He took Toby to Xia Zoe's study.
"Toby is sick?!"
Xia Zuoyi was a little surprised: "no wonder I didn't see him all day yesterday."
In the castle, sick servants were not allowed to appear in the presence of nobles, lest the disease be spread to nobles.
If the servants were unwell or looked different, they would be regarded as disrespectful to the nobles, and they would be punished.
After all, the nobles don't care about the life or death of their servants.
Especially "serious illnesses" such as coughing and fever, sometimes even isolate people in the room, and are not allowed to go out and move around until they are cured.
But usually, such "treatments" just leave the patient in a room waiting to die.
That's why Gibran seems so panicked when he finds Toby coughing and feverish.
He was afraid that his younger brother would not be able to make it through.
Now Toby did not come into the house, but waited outside.
Gibran lowered his head and said: "Yes, Lord Earl, Toby is a little uncomfortable. He drank some ginger water yesterday, but it still has no effect..."
Some sick symptoms will drink the method of boiling ginger as a cure.
Gibran: "Lord Earl, I beg you to send someone to find a doctor to diagnose and treat my brother. I have only one relative of my brother... Please, Lord Earl."
As he spoke, he knelt on the ground.
Xia Zoe hurriedly waved and asked Judit to help him up.
"You don't need to kneel on me. It's not a hassle to find a doctor, but are you sure that Toby's illness will get better after the doctor is found?"
The doctor brought in to the castle, and Toby's illness might, no, sure would get worse.
Isn't this harmful
Gibran wasn't sure about Xia Zuoyi's words.
He wanted to find an example of a successful cure, but after thinking about it, he found that there was no…
But if you don't put your hope in the doctor... Who else can you put your hope in
Xia Zuoyi said: "Bring Toby in and show me."
Gibran raised his head suddenly: "Lord Earl can't do it, Toby is still ill, maybe..."
Judit frowned slightly and disagreed.
Xia Zuoyi waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's nothing."
He insisted again and again, and the two had to agree to let Toby in.
After the door is opened.
Toby stood there dawdling and dared not come over, and whispered: "Lord Count, I can't go there..."
He sniffed as he spoke, then coughed twice because of a sore throat.
Then he lowered his head even more anxiously.
Xia Zuoyi was helpless, for them and for the medical level of this era.
A cold and cough is actually equivalent to the existence of a terminal illness, which makes people so timid and fearful.
"Come here, Toby."
Xia Zuoyi stretched out his hand to him: "it's okay, don't be afraid."
Toby eventually walked over.
Xia Zuoyi touched his forehead, let him stick out his tongue to take a look, and then asked, "Is it a headache or dizziness? Is my throat just itchy or swollen? What else is wrong with my body?"
"You have to tell me honestly and don't hide anything."
Strict little eyes staring at you jg.
Toby: "My head is a little dizzy, my throat is itchy but not swollen, my nose is not breathing, and I have no strength..."
Xia Zoe nodded secretly.
Not too serious.
He said to Gibran: "The doctor may not be able to cure Toby."
"But my recent research on herbs has yielded something that could be made into a remedy for a runny nose and cough."
"Trust me, I can cure Toby."
Xia Zuoyi deliberately released news that he was addicted to alchemy and wanted to study various plants.
If someone digs up rare plants, they can come to the castle in exchange for money, which is still valid until now.
Therefore, Xia Zuoyi really collected a lot of precious herbs, and a long time ago, he ordered people to plant the herbs that were easy to survive in the castle, and some herbs that needed to be cultivated were planted by him.
Now, whether it is herbal medicine, or ointment research has indeed produced satisfactory results.
However, on the Western Continent, people's cognition of the existing medical methods and methods is undoubtedly a deep-rooted thought, and it is not easy to change.
Some even prefer to believe that prayer and repentance to the creator god is more useful.
For example, being lucky enough to get a bottle of holy water can make a person better than a doctor.
Although Xia Zuoyi researched some results.
But for one thing, he didn't have the talent for mass production.
Second, even if you want to promote herbal medicines and ointments, you need to find a suitable opportunity.
Otherwise, people would not be able to believe that they could be cured by drinking only a few medicines.
Gibran hadn't had time to speak yet.
Toby first said in a nasal voice: "I trust Lord Earl!"
Gibran also nodded at this time: "Yes, Lord Count, I also trust you."
Xia Zoe took two potions in the alchemy laboratory.
He instructed Gibran to feed Toby some time after lunch, drink another potion before going to bed at night, cover the quilt, and keep the doors and windows open.
Gibran nodded and obeyed, and did so, and at night, he slept in the same bed with Toby and watched over him.
Early the next morning.
Toby's surprised voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"Brother! Brother, get up and look at me, my nose is no longer blocked! I'm not dizzy..."
He shouted in disbelief as he pushed Gibran's shoulder.
Gibran hadn't slept deeply. He opened his eyes and sat up immediately after waking up: "Toby, is your illness already cured?!"
Toby: "Except for a runny nose and a slightly uncomfortable throat, I feel better everywhere!"
Gibran could see it too.
Toby was dazed yesterday, but he looks very good today.
He couldn't help but rejoiced: "It must be the medicine given by the earl that worked!"
Toby nodded and said with bright eyes, "Lord Earl is amazing."
The two got up immediately and went to report the matter to Xia Zuoyi.
…
Xia Zoe had expected this for a long time.
People in this era have not yet developed drug resistance due to long-term use of western medicines or abuse of hormones, and quick results are inevitable.
"Drink three more potions today, and I still have to come over tomorrow. I want to check the condition."
Toby said uneasily: "No, it's not necessary anymore, Lord Count."
"Such a potion is too precious to be wasted on me. I can do it myself..."
Xia Zuoyi interrupted him: "Toby, the medicine is made for people to drink. There is nothing that is not wasted, let alone that it is not worth it."
"You are worth it, Judit and Gibran are worth it, so is Kelly, all the servants in the castle, their lives are important and worthwhile."
"You can drink this kind of medicine."
Although it is impossible to achieve equality for everyone on the Western Continent.
But he wants in the future, all people's lives can be regarded as one thing, and they will no longer die innocently because of some small diseases and ridiculous treatments.
Toby couldn't hold back, and cried out with a wow: "Uncle, Count, you are so good."
Kelly couldn't help standing behind, holding her apron and wiping her tears: "Oh my god, how can the count be so well-behaved and sensible."
Judit and Gibran also couldn't help showing moved expressions on their faces.
The briquettes and the snowballs were scratching and playing with each other in the middle of the blankets, but they jumped up in fright at Toby's voice, and then looked at him with their little heads tilted in confusion.
Xia Zoe: "..."
It's not too bad, it's a big deal, look at you one by one...
Xia Zuoyi was embarrassed and even jiojio was together.
While Toby was recovering from his illness, a boat on the Volley stopped by the port of Nilamour.
This ship attracted the attention of many people, just because the emblem carved on the hull was the logo of the Nagabi Chamber of Commerce, the largest chamber of commerce in the Anas Empire.
The board is on the shore.
A group of knights with feathers on their heads stepped off the boat first, and then stood on both sides of the port with swords, their solemn and dignified aura could not help but keep the surrounding civilians or slaves away.
Immediately afterwards, two more people walked off the board one after the other.
The person walking in front was a young man in his teens, with a handsome face, a tall stature, and a tall and straight posture.
He has a dazzling blond hair, which rises and falls slightly with the river wind, as if it shone with shreds of light, his eyes are green like emeralds, and like the water flowing at the bottom of the lake, deep and charming.
Followed by a man in his thirties, he got off the boat and said, "Master Boris, do you want to find a place to rest first, your body..."
The boy named Boris Abel seemed a little uncomfortable. He frowned and pursed the corners of his mouth. Hearing the words, he waved his hand and said, "No... Cough, this illness is no big deal. Let's get down to business first."
The man was worried but could not dissuade him, so he could only say: "So in your opinion, should we contact Bass Ridges first? Or should we go to Weissus first?"
Boris Abel raised his eyebrows, and his expression immediately became vivid: "Since the sea salt drying method was invented by Desinia, the rose salt produced in his territory has robbed our Nagabi Chamber of Commerce in Gadayat and even Due to a lot of business in Gaina, there is almost no market for Nagabi salt."
"This account, I naturally have to do a good calculation with him first."
"As for the deal with Buzz Ridges, don't worry for now."
"Yes, Master Boris."
Vincent said again: "But I heard that Desinia is only seven years old now. Do you want to bully the younger?"
Boris Abel: "...I just bully him, who is not a child yet."
Vincent nodded silently.
Yes, you are a big "child" who is almost 1.8 meters tall.