Medieval Reiki Revival
Chapter 11 The Wolf and the Patient
Chapter 11 The Wolf and the Patient
On the fringe corners of the slums, the houses here are as miserable as a spooky abbey (there just happens to be one nearby), lifeless wilderness, unsightly ruins.
Ivan had never seen such a poor place. It was clearly located on a pile of rocks, but there was not a single complete stone in the house.
The air was filled with a foul smell that can only be found in sewers, causing the helpers present to show disgusted expressions.
"Please, save little Creeld, he has been in a coma since yesterday."
"I think this should be related to the wound on his forehead, not someone who was so cruel and hurt my little Creeld."
When a woman cries, the tears flow down the wrinkles to her chin, making Huang Buliuqiu's skin look a little more shiny.
Her eyes were large, but lacked light, and at first glance looked like fruit without flavor or juice.
Ivan didn't look at the other party too much, but kept observing the boy in the room.
This should be my patient.
Dirty face, a spot-shaped pustule on the finger of the right hand, slightly asymmetrical jaw.
His eyes were tightly closed due to the coma, but he could still see the appearance. There was a black mole on his cheeks, and his lips were pushed up by an abnormally protruding buck tooth.
Just by looking at his face, you can tell that this kid is not a good thing, he looks prematurely decrepit, and there is a soft shell of a black plant on his nose.
If he died now, it might be a ticking time bomb for the future society.
"Wow~" The puppy barking in the rotten basket seemed to be deliberately attracting people's attention.
Ivan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He felt that although the bark was weak, it revealed a greedy and cunning meaning different from ordinary wild dogs. He might have picked up the little wolf cub and raised it as a dog.
A helper suddenly exclaimed, and they suddenly recognized the identity of the unattractive woman in front of them.
She was actually the daughter of a relatively well-known "rich family" a few years ago, and she was the dream lover of all the helpers present.
Of course, this "rich family" refers to the more affluent families in the slums.
Rabetelier, a surname that is pleasant enough.
Also Mrs. Rabe's original surname.
"Jr. Rabe's father was a grape plantation owner. He was a hardworking and honest man. Unfortunately, his wife died early, leaving only Rabe Jr. a daughter."
Another helper was goofy: "The vineyard owner's daughter, that's a lot of money."
"There was a saying at that time that whoever married Rabe Jr. would be a decent gentleman."
The storyteller paused and added: "Because of his old age, the old owner was unable to manage his own vineyard, so he sold it to someone else—and bought it for a thousand gold lang."
"If I had this money, I would definitely not stay in the city. At least I would buy some Bonnie land and become a rich man. But the money was eventually taken away by others."
Mrs. Rabe blushed a little, because she knew the following plot.
He was keen on the prosperous life in the city, but was deceived by a handsome bank clerk, and finally left his relatives in the country, and married the bank clerk with a large inheritance.
As for the ending, it's obvious.
Men who gamble and shy away from their responsibilities are like the plague.
He lost all the property that belonged to Mrs. Rabe, and then walked away one day.
Mrs. Rabe has a sense of shame. If possible, she would rather hide herself in a small hole half a meter wide dug with her nails in an inconspicuous corner.
But it's not enough now, she still needs to beg the doctor to save her child's life, which is much more important than her own face.
"Please, Doctor."
She begged again, tears almost dripping on Ivan's clothes.
This poor woman has done many jobs, such as washing the hair of customers in the barber shop, or correcting the folds of skirts and gowns in clothing stores with callused hands, and mending clothes for the poor.
Suffering covered her like a barbed net, and those bottomless debts were driving her to a dead end.
The comatose child has become the family's only hope.
If this hope were lost, the woman would kill herself immediately.
Ivan stood up, he had already seen the boy's situation.
The injury was very bad, with bruises over most of the body, but nothing serious.
There was a very obvious blood clot on his forehead, and the oval opening was full of minced meat oozing blood.
Ivan is very sure that it is absolutely impossible for him to cure this patient.
Moreover, the injured part is the head, and ordinary people have no chance to test it.
Once it is not handled well, it will die.
Not to mention a layman like myself who has just come into contact with medicine, even the top surgeons of this era may not be sure to save this boy.
Although Ivan's knowledge of physiology and hygiene is very limited, he knows that a wound of this degree must have certain internal injuries.
External injuries are easy to heal, but internal injuries are difficult to heal.
A certain health magazine in later generations once published such a paragraph that when severe cerebral hemorrhage endangers the patient's life, medical treatment is usually ineffective.
"I think" Ivan wanted to refuse.
Mrs. Rabe tried her best to persuade her to stay: "Sir, I know that you have excellent medical skills, and I also know that there are incurable diseases in the world, but this child was born with the blessing of the Lord, and his fate should not stop here. I beg you Give it a go, even if there is still a glimmer of hope."
Give it a go?glimmer of hope.
A wind suddenly blew up on the street, and the brownish-red sunlight completely skipped over this foul land.
Shadows and haze intertwined. Insect larvae crawled out of the wet mud. The goose-yellow hairs on the head and abdomen had just stood up, and before they could fully stretch their hind legs, they were trampled into dregs.
As soon as Ivan thought about it, a kind of natural malicious psychology came up spontaneously like this.
He glanced at the boy on the ground again, his disgusting gray and black face was like a layer of bright red paint.
And the distorted and disgusting ruffian appearance is enough to relieve the psychological burden of the experimenters, and the low moral character can be completely explained as having no effect on the entire society.
The boy's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and he will die soon, so it's better to use waste before he dies.
Little white mice, how can a living person be useful.
His eyes narrowed slightly: "You threw mud at me before, but now I am experimenting. This is the cycle of cause and effect. If you want to blame it, it's because you didn't have eyes before."
"Hehehe."
After Ivan made up his mind, he showed a confident smile instead. The smile looked sunny and natural on the surface, but anyone who knew him well knew that it was the coldest and biting malice.
Seeing this friendly smile, Mrs. Rabe thought that the other party was sure, and hope was rekindled in her heart.
So he didn't make any fuss anymore, grabbed the doctor's sleeve tightly, and looked at him expectantly.
"Ahem, I know you're impatient."
"But your child's injury cannot be treated by ordinary means. He almost stepped into the door of death with one foot. I think the doctors in the whole city are helpless in this situation."
"I know so please"
"No, I must explain in advance that I am not sure. Of course, as a believer in God, I am absolutely willing to lend a helping hand to others in critical situations."
Mrs. Rabe seemed to be grabbing at straws, nodding repeatedly: "I understand, please help quickly."
Ivan pretended to sigh helplessly, he stood there without blushing like a thief stealing from his master's house openly.
At the same time, he signaled others, including Mrs. Rabe, to leave the room so as not to disturb his operation.
"I need absolute silence."
After he finished this sentence and quickly closed the door.
Ivan returned his attention to the patient, but he did not see a black puppy emerging from the straw basket in the room.
The eyes are slanted, the mouth is wide, and the nose is high.
With aggressive eyes, the tail is very short and hardly ever curled up.
This black dog has cunning and treacherous genes in its bones. When it was trapped in the crate, it kept barking and whimpering so disturbingly that people deliberately ignored it.
Now when it got out of the crate, it was silent and taciturn like the most experienced hunter in the forest, hiding on the edge of the wall, waiting for the opportunity to show its greed.
(End of this chapter)
On the fringe corners of the slums, the houses here are as miserable as a spooky abbey (there just happens to be one nearby), lifeless wilderness, unsightly ruins.
Ivan had never seen such a poor place. It was clearly located on a pile of rocks, but there was not a single complete stone in the house.
The air was filled with a foul smell that can only be found in sewers, causing the helpers present to show disgusted expressions.
"Please, save little Creeld, he has been in a coma since yesterday."
"I think this should be related to the wound on his forehead, not someone who was so cruel and hurt my little Creeld."
When a woman cries, the tears flow down the wrinkles to her chin, making Huang Buliuqiu's skin look a little more shiny.
Her eyes were large, but lacked light, and at first glance looked like fruit without flavor or juice.
Ivan didn't look at the other party too much, but kept observing the boy in the room.
This should be my patient.
Dirty face, a spot-shaped pustule on the finger of the right hand, slightly asymmetrical jaw.
His eyes were tightly closed due to the coma, but he could still see the appearance. There was a black mole on his cheeks, and his lips were pushed up by an abnormally protruding buck tooth.
Just by looking at his face, you can tell that this kid is not a good thing, he looks prematurely decrepit, and there is a soft shell of a black plant on his nose.
If he died now, it might be a ticking time bomb for the future society.
"Wow~" The puppy barking in the rotten basket seemed to be deliberately attracting people's attention.
Ivan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He felt that although the bark was weak, it revealed a greedy and cunning meaning different from ordinary wild dogs. He might have picked up the little wolf cub and raised it as a dog.
A helper suddenly exclaimed, and they suddenly recognized the identity of the unattractive woman in front of them.
She was actually the daughter of a relatively well-known "rich family" a few years ago, and she was the dream lover of all the helpers present.
Of course, this "rich family" refers to the more affluent families in the slums.
Rabetelier, a surname that is pleasant enough.
Also Mrs. Rabe's original surname.
"Jr. Rabe's father was a grape plantation owner. He was a hardworking and honest man. Unfortunately, his wife died early, leaving only Rabe Jr. a daughter."
Another helper was goofy: "The vineyard owner's daughter, that's a lot of money."
"There was a saying at that time that whoever married Rabe Jr. would be a decent gentleman."
The storyteller paused and added: "Because of his old age, the old owner was unable to manage his own vineyard, so he sold it to someone else—and bought it for a thousand gold lang."
"If I had this money, I would definitely not stay in the city. At least I would buy some Bonnie land and become a rich man. But the money was eventually taken away by others."
Mrs. Rabe blushed a little, because she knew the following plot.
He was keen on the prosperous life in the city, but was deceived by a handsome bank clerk, and finally left his relatives in the country, and married the bank clerk with a large inheritance.
As for the ending, it's obvious.
Men who gamble and shy away from their responsibilities are like the plague.
He lost all the property that belonged to Mrs. Rabe, and then walked away one day.
Mrs. Rabe has a sense of shame. If possible, she would rather hide herself in a small hole half a meter wide dug with her nails in an inconspicuous corner.
But it's not enough now, she still needs to beg the doctor to save her child's life, which is much more important than her own face.
"Please, Doctor."
She begged again, tears almost dripping on Ivan's clothes.
This poor woman has done many jobs, such as washing the hair of customers in the barber shop, or correcting the folds of skirts and gowns in clothing stores with callused hands, and mending clothes for the poor.
Suffering covered her like a barbed net, and those bottomless debts were driving her to a dead end.
The comatose child has become the family's only hope.
If this hope were lost, the woman would kill herself immediately.
Ivan stood up, he had already seen the boy's situation.
The injury was very bad, with bruises over most of the body, but nothing serious.
There was a very obvious blood clot on his forehead, and the oval opening was full of minced meat oozing blood.
Ivan is very sure that it is absolutely impossible for him to cure this patient.
Moreover, the injured part is the head, and ordinary people have no chance to test it.
Once it is not handled well, it will die.
Not to mention a layman like myself who has just come into contact with medicine, even the top surgeons of this era may not be sure to save this boy.
Although Ivan's knowledge of physiology and hygiene is very limited, he knows that a wound of this degree must have certain internal injuries.
External injuries are easy to heal, but internal injuries are difficult to heal.
A certain health magazine in later generations once published such a paragraph that when severe cerebral hemorrhage endangers the patient's life, medical treatment is usually ineffective.
"I think" Ivan wanted to refuse.
Mrs. Rabe tried her best to persuade her to stay: "Sir, I know that you have excellent medical skills, and I also know that there are incurable diseases in the world, but this child was born with the blessing of the Lord, and his fate should not stop here. I beg you Give it a go, even if there is still a glimmer of hope."
Give it a go?glimmer of hope.
A wind suddenly blew up on the street, and the brownish-red sunlight completely skipped over this foul land.
Shadows and haze intertwined. Insect larvae crawled out of the wet mud. The goose-yellow hairs on the head and abdomen had just stood up, and before they could fully stretch their hind legs, they were trampled into dregs.
As soon as Ivan thought about it, a kind of natural malicious psychology came up spontaneously like this.
He glanced at the boy on the ground again, his disgusting gray and black face was like a layer of bright red paint.
And the distorted and disgusting ruffian appearance is enough to relieve the psychological burden of the experimenters, and the low moral character can be completely explained as having no effect on the entire society.
The boy's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and he will die soon, so it's better to use waste before he dies.
Little white mice, how can a living person be useful.
His eyes narrowed slightly: "You threw mud at me before, but now I am experimenting. This is the cycle of cause and effect. If you want to blame it, it's because you didn't have eyes before."
"Hehehe."
After Ivan made up his mind, he showed a confident smile instead. The smile looked sunny and natural on the surface, but anyone who knew him well knew that it was the coldest and biting malice.
Seeing this friendly smile, Mrs. Rabe thought that the other party was sure, and hope was rekindled in her heart.
So he didn't make any fuss anymore, grabbed the doctor's sleeve tightly, and looked at him expectantly.
"Ahem, I know you're impatient."
"But your child's injury cannot be treated by ordinary means. He almost stepped into the door of death with one foot. I think the doctors in the whole city are helpless in this situation."
"I know so please"
"No, I must explain in advance that I am not sure. Of course, as a believer in God, I am absolutely willing to lend a helping hand to others in critical situations."
Mrs. Rabe seemed to be grabbing at straws, nodding repeatedly: "I understand, please help quickly."
Ivan pretended to sigh helplessly, he stood there without blushing like a thief stealing from his master's house openly.
At the same time, he signaled others, including Mrs. Rabe, to leave the room so as not to disturb his operation.
"I need absolute silence."
After he finished this sentence and quickly closed the door.
Ivan returned his attention to the patient, but he did not see a black puppy emerging from the straw basket in the room.
The eyes are slanted, the mouth is wide, and the nose is high.
With aggressive eyes, the tail is very short and hardly ever curled up.
This black dog has cunning and treacherous genes in its bones. When it was trapped in the crate, it kept barking and whimpering so disturbingly that people deliberately ignored it.
Now when it got out of the crate, it was silent and taciturn like the most experienced hunter in the forest, hiding on the edge of the wall, waiting for the opportunity to show its greed.
(End of this chapter)
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