It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 1141 The disaster that swept across the tribe...couldn't be the backbone of Thunderbolt? (Monthly ticket plus 1)

Although Gretel looked at the old man eagerly and wanted to go up to check him, he never dared to act rashly.

Not to mention that Judian had already warned him, nor did it mention that there was a vaguely powerful aura coming from the cave in front of him.It is said that since ancient times, there is a saying that doctors do not knock at the door——

As a doctor, you can only sit at home and wait for patients to come to you. At most, you can advertise that there is a clinic here, or ring a bell to let others know "I'm here".

For example, when you see a patient, you can grab him and ask if he wants treatment, or you can knock on the door of the patient's home and ask if he needs treatment.Such a thing, as a doctor, is absolutely unacceptable!

On the one hand, the patient may be jealous of others saying that he is sick, or he may not think he is sick at all, or even if he knows, he may not appreciate it when someone points his nose and says so;

On the other hand, since ancient times, when patients seek medical treatment, they always pay attention to the word "seeking".He didn't ask for it. He didn't take it seriously and didn't listen to the doctor's words.

If the compliance is not good, the curative effect will not be good; if the curative effect is not good, the doctor will rush to it, but the result is still smashing his own brand, why bother.

So Gretel shut up obediently, listened to Judian greet the old man, exchanged recent information, and then led them in.Instead of being seated directly, it was brought to the back cave, in front of the largest mural:

"Come on, little Gretel." Judian stood in front of the mural with his hands behind his back, looked up for a moment, and beckoned to Gretel:

"Come and pay respects to the master. Then, let's go to dinner."

Owner?

Where is the master?
Gretel stepped forward quickly.As soon as he stood in front of the mural, a majestic and desolate momentum rushed towards his face in an instant:

It was a vulture, a vulture bigger than any bird Grete had seen in the rainforest.It spread its wings and swooped down. Judging by the momentum, it almost rushed out of the rock wall.

The whole body of the vulture is black, except for the huge white spots on the two wings. From a distance, it looks like two eyes opened to the ground.There is a circle of white feathers on the bare neck, and the bare head, neck and crop are all painted with ochre, showing an extremely vivid red.

"Our divine bird, our god..."

The old man stood on the side tremblingly, with his right hand touching his chest, he bent down with difficulty.He tapped the ground a few times with his bone staff, sprinkled a handful of hay into the brazier next to him, and sang loudly.

The voice was hoarse and cadenced.With the voice of the old man, the tribal warriors outside, women and children join in the chorus one by one, paying respect to their gods.

Although Gretel couldn't understand a single line of the lyrics, just standing by and listening to it like this, he felt an open and distant atmosphere rushing towards his face, as if he was in the sky, overlooking the flowing clouds and mountains under his feet.

no, wait...

Gretel shook his head vigorously, sneezed, and quickly threw himself a cleansing technique and a bubble technique.Then, he moved closer to Judian:

The old man, the hay he threw into the brazier had hallucinogenic effects!
Although it is very slight and harmless to people, especially to a level 12 natural priest like him, it actually has the effect of guiding his mind a little bit!
"Just discovered?"

You Dian's voice came into my ears carefully, with a smile:
"It's okay to be so unvigilant! ——Little Gretel, I'm by your side this time, and the other party is not hostile. What if you go on an adventure alone?"

Alas, worry.This little cub is already level 12, and he still doesn't have much vigilance... He looks like this, without the protection of a master, if he wants to travel around the world alone, he will overturn anywhere!

"Isn't it because you're here... Besides, I don't feel any danger..."

Gretel muttered under his breath.Following Judian's example, he clapped his palms three times in front of the golden eagle portrait, leaned forward slightly, and paid tribute to the divine bird in the sky.Well, it's like entering a temple to worship God...

Anyway, I don’t need money, so how much do I pray?If this condor, or if the god of this tribe wants to ask him for more beliefs, he will directly say that I am actually the god of nature's enlightener!
The moment he lowered his head, a huge pressure pressed down in the air, and before Gretel raised his head, he suddenly retracted it.When Gretel straightened up, the old man had already smiled slightly and asked them to go out.

Gretel turned around step by step.He wanted to take a good look at the original murals in this cave, which he had never seen before, but he could only be dragged by Udian and go out honestly.

Obviously, this cave full of murals is used to worship the gods; and their residence tonight, and even the place where they eat, cannot be here...

The natives have already placed food in the open space outside the cave.Leaning on crutches, the old priest sat down on a large smooth rock and invited the guests to take their seats too.Before the bonfire in the clearing, the aroma is overflowing:
Pale yellow corn paste, packed in a clay pot painted with black and red portraits, bubbling and bubbling;
On the flat and smooth stone slabs, the thin tortillas were roasted brown, and an indigenous woman scooped a spoonful of meat sauce with a wooden spoon and poured it thickly on it;
In the ashes by the bonfire, potatoes, large and small, were buried. After peeling off the scorched and blackened skin, they were steaming hot and fragrant...

Gretel glanced at it and felt that he was not very hungry.On the side, Serila was quick and picked up a wooden frame:
"what is this?"

Stringed to the wooden frame is a... well, what can only be described as a small four-legged beast.Gretel took a look, but couldn't see why:
The thing had been skinned off, and the four claws—if they were claws—had been cut off;
The four legs are supported by wood, forming an "X" shape, so that the heat from the campfire can lick on it to the maximum extent;
From the four legs to the two sides of the body, it was burnt brown everywhere, and the fat dripped on it drop by drop, and occasionally fell down, causing the flames below to rise up, sparking a burst of aroma...

"What is this?" Gretel took the beast in her hand and asked Judian.You Dian took a look and laughed:
"This is a guinea pig! — Well, it's not a mouse, it's not something you used for experiments, and it didn't come out of some dirty place. These guinea pigs are all raised by local people. They are very clean, so you can eat them with confidence!"

Gretel bared his teeth, still not daring to eat.Guinea pigs, bamboo rats, T. marneffei...

A series of nouns flashed in my mind.What if the peeling is not clean?What if it's not fully baked?just in case……

Before she could finish thinking about it, Cerilla snatched the guinea pig and began to chew it happily.Nibbling and praising:
"It's delicious! It's delicious! It's really fresh! Ha...it's a bit spicy! Gretel, go get a raw one and bake something that isn't spicy!"

The meat of this kind of animal will be more fishy, ​​and the meat that is not spicy may not be delicious...

Gretel muttered and walked forward.With a glance, he saw that most of the women and children could eat corn and potatoes. According to his visual inspection, the amount of food was quite pitiful. There was only a small bowl of corn paste, plus a potato half the size of a fist;
Men, especially young fighters, are a little better. They can have a bowl of corn mush, a relatively large potato, and a corn tortilla with a spoonful of meat sauce on the tortilla;
Only the few fighters who seem to be the strongest will get a guinea pig, or a leg of an unknown beast.The total intake, according to Gretel's estimates...

Anyway, it's not enough, definitely not enough.

Gretel's face fell.He carefully turned around the campfire, and as far as he could see, almost everyone had obvious symptoms of swelling——

This is especially true for the elderly and children, especially children, whose limbs are like hemp sticks and their stomachs are swollen high, and the symptoms of malnutrition are already quite obvious.So, that old man...

Could he be malnourished too?

Gretel leaned over to Judian and asked him in a low voice.You Dian sighed, took him up and walked towards the old man:
"Respected elders, there is a saying in our Linxing. 'A seed will grow, and a sapling will grow.' You and your clansman entertained us warmly, and we will return the same generosity—"

Saying this, he nodded to Gretel.Gretel slapped the space bag, bang bang, bang bang, the two beasts fell to the ground.A warthog and an iguana are big guys weighing hundreds of catties.

You Dian smiled at him, pointing to the beast on the ground:
"This is the prey we caught on the way. Please also invite friends from the Condor Department to taste the fruits of our hunting. Please—"

A hint of surprise flashed across the elder's sallow face.He raised his voice and shouted a few words. Immediately, soldiers stepped forward, dragged the two beasts down, skinned them, and cut them into slices. The women took over the roasting.

After a while, the rising fragrance and the joyful cries of women and children floated out from the fire ponds and caves.

Gretel couldn't help smiling, his eyebrows stretched, and he leaned back slightly.You Dian smiled at him, and then asked the elder:
"Why, is it difficult for the Condor Tribe these days?"

"It's very difficult. The God who is in charge of growth and reproduction has stopped blessing us for several years." The elder sighed, with wrinkles on his face, and he looked more and more distressed:

"What grows in the fields—whether it's corn, potatoes, peppers, yams, or pumpkins—are getting less and less. Potatoes have almost disappeared in the past two years. Weeds and moss are no longer luxuriant, and they are looking for food on the mountains. There are fewer and fewer beasts every day."

"Our warriors have to go farther and climb over more mountains to catch a little bit of prey... Even our condor, with its sharp eyes, can no longer guide us to the location of the prey ..."

So, the disaster that swept this tribe was famine?
Gretel frowned.Famine is not a disease, he really can't help it.Speaking of which, a few years ago, the teacher and the others killed a demigod who was in charge of growth and reproduction with abundant natural power. Wouldn't this cause the famine?
"Is there any other way?"

"We have used all available methods...the kingdom wants us to pay taxes..."

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