Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 8 Ideological Sublimation
Seeing that the people in the neighborhood had gathered, Pierre made those who had paid line up in a line, and asked the helper to borrow a table from a resident he knew.

Ivan stood beside him with his arms folded, observing these patients calmly.

The patients crowded around the table with their chests pressed against their backs, and it was Pierre who shouted loudly that stopped the crowd.

"Sir, please help me!"

"My shoulder has been hurting since the day before yesterday, as if a steel needle was stuck in it."

A dark-skinned man covered his shoulders and said with some fear.

The man held Pierre's hand tightly, as if holding his own life-saving straw, and this attitude pleased the doctor.

Pierre nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as I help you release the venom from your shoulder, your body will recover soon."

Hanzi himself was a man of advanced ideas, and he soon underwent bloodletting.

So without any explanation, he took off his shirt, exposing his dark chest and hairy belly.

The ugly soft couch belly immediately aroused everyone's ridicule.

The scene became noisy.

Pierre picked up the metal utensils on the table and knocked on the table, the crisp sound made everyone quiet.

"Gentlemen, although we are not decent gentlemen, we should at least know a little politeness."

"We all came here with the idea of ​​curing the pain. After a while, everyone will try to expose their bodies like this so that I can do bloodletting."

"This gentleman has shown himself bravely and he should be congratulated for his courage."

After this passage was finished, the scene really calmed down. Not only did the joking laughter disappear, but some young people who were sincerely thinking about others even applauded.

"Okay, okay, men just don't have to be afraid of things."

"It's really a fuss. The doctors have said that it's good to do so. I'll do the bloodletting later."

Seeing that he got a little encouragement from the crowd, the man's face became more rosy.

Pierre was very pleased to see his eloquence reflected in the crowd.

Compared with Ivan's nervous and bewildered state when chatting, he is still more suitable for dealing with these low-level people.

It's no wonder that the elder brother called him like Niu Xixi in the gutter - as a farmer's child, he was really not very confident in the face of those noble bureaucrats.

"The healing has begun."

I don't know who said it.

Ivan just watched Pierre use a scratch vessel to make many wounds on the man's upper body, and then made a small opening on the vague wound.

This is to increase the amount of bleeding.

The man felt some pain, he grinned hoarsely, his brows were tightly furrowed, the messy eyebrows and the towering muscles between the brows combined to form a hill with lush vegetation.

The blood flowing out of the upper body was quickly stopped by the body's own blood clotting cells.

The wound was getting smaller and smaller, and a dark red, dry pond-like scab appeared, covered with some dark brown soil.

"Rip—it hurts. I hope it makes me better. It hurts."

"Very normal."

Pierre explained: "The venom in your body is now being discharged little by little. To use the terminology in our industry, the body fluids are in a state of profit distribution."

"During this process, you will feel a little uncomfortable, because the cold and heat are going to the neutralization stage, and there will be very complicated changes in it, but these are all temporary."

At the same time, his hands were not free. The scarifier that had been stained with scarlet blood clots directly pressed the switch to move up and down in his switch box, and then wiped it with a wet towel. It must be as clean and transparent as it was just beginning.

"It's so cold~" the man shuddered.

The sun came to life in the flashing golden and light blue clouds, and the warm sunlight blew over Ivan who was watching intently, and the happy scene of nature briefly surrounded the dilapidated urban area.

The thief who was about to steal in the crowd couldn't help speeding up his hands and feet, stepped on the green grass, and left quietly.

Pierre recalibrated the scratcher, and the middle of the silver instrument was attached to the vein on the inside of the man's arm, and he flipped the switch three times in a row.

A hole appeared at the top of the blood vessel, and the bead-like drops of blood quickly gathered together.

The doctor still felt that it was not enough, so he took out a small knife with the thickness of two fingers from the bag, and fixed it with a single-mouth knob.

Then wrap a strong wire around the lower half of the handle and connect it to a round hole on the edge of the knife.

In this way, when the blade cuts across the skin, the wound will not change due to the instability of the utensil.

He just used such a small knife to continue to expand the wound on the man's original base. Before the outermost red flesh had time to close, it split open again in the opposite direction.

Pierre nodded in satisfaction when the wound reached almost the length of his thumb, and gently placed the man's arm on top of the copper basin, allowing the blood to flow down the groove on the top of the copper basin to the bottom.

The man's face was very ugly, his arm was like a fountain with a strange shape, and blood was bubbling.

"If you keep bleeding, he might die." Ivan said firmly.

He is now very sure that the medical clinic he studied as a teacher has no real materials at all, but it is just relatively famous.

Bloodletting treatment like this is completely wasting the patient's vitality.

It's okay if you meet a strong body, but if the patient is thin, you might just take it away in a wave.

"My shoulder doesn't hurt anymore."

The Chinese character who came to treat the disease turned pale, almost all the muscles in his arms were shaking, and he walked unsteadily, and he didn't know if his two feet could touch the ground at the same time.

Ivan felt that his so-called no pain was entirely due to excessive blood loss, and his brain fell into a state close to fainting.

It's hard for the brain to keep the body functioning, let alone feel the arms.

Treating a disease like this is tantamount to killing people.

The onlookers saw that a patient had "recovered from a serious illness", and hurriedly ran to the bloodletting table, telling where there was disease in their body, and some even took off their shirts quickly, hoping that the doctor would also treat themselves. Let's have a whole body bloodletting.

Pierre nodded in relief, secretly saying that I am not alone, and then took out a larger scalpel from the bag, and signaled the person in front to put his head on the table.

"This time we're bleeding from the temple. It may hurt a little, but it's good for you."

Ivan squeezed his fist, but didn't stop it.

Following these fanatical guys to explain scientific principles is completely playing the piano to the cow, and maybe I will be scolded and reprimanded by others.

After all, I have just completed my apprenticeship from the Hippocrates Body Fluids Research House. Even though the time is short, from a social point of view, I have already obtained the qualification certificate to practice medicine.

Old Crake's years of non-stop deception and research successfully made these low-level people mistakenly believe that bloodletting is beneficial.

Moreover, with the help of herbs and hemostatic methods collected when he was young, he has also cured a certain number of patients.

Of course, more people died.

With this kind of social relationship endorsement, it is very easy for Ivan to play the brand of "studying from famous doctors".

So there is no need to be afraid of patients at all. They are a group of unlucky people who have no power and are targeted by the god of death.

"Someone is dead, someone is dead."

While thinking about it, a man who participated in the treatment fell directly on the ground, his lips were purple, his eyes were closed tightly, and his thin arms were not placed in the copper basin, but instead wet the ground.

Pierre squatted down quickly and tried to give him first aid (draining more blood), but it still didn't work.

He shook his head helplessly, and wiped off the red in his hands: "His illness is too serious."

"He's called Wei Wa, and he doesn't seem to have parents or relatives." Someone stood beside him and said.

"I saw he was just fired by the boss yesterday."

The people in the hospital asked the people around for a long time, and after confirming that this guy had no relatives, he stayed under an old-fashioned earthen wall nearby, and then went back to work without hesitation.

Although the residents had some sympathetic expressions on their faces, they had no intention of helping.

These indifferent men and women, the poor in rags, and the bottom people restricted by religion constituted the bottom of the Middle Ages.

In the past period of time, the contradictions or cooperation between royal power and religion were only for profit.

The source of interest is only - the people of Europa.

The upper-class nobles need to collect taxes, the church needs to support God, and the people who are finally squeezed and exploited are the people of Europa.

In order to maintain the rule and benefit social stability, the royal power and the church will also join forces to suppress the resistance forces.Heretics who violate religious ideas and "heresy" who spread scientific ideas are all classified as heterogeneous.

Like some free intellectuals who are keen to pursue the ancient Roman culture and system, although they have a loud voice, they actually have no power at all.

Ivan couldn't help thinking of the seduction of him by the maid in the manor (from the banned Chapter 3), and saw everyone's disregard for the loss of a fresh life.

As a time traveler from later generations, he was a little uncomfortable at the beginning. This was not someone's fault, but the law of survival of the era itself.

Weak people temporarily adapt to the whole society, while strong people can adapt the world to themselves.

Excuse me.

I'm still a fragile person.

He quickly laughed, his eyes contained a bit of coldness and cunning, a copper mirror stuck out of the window in the woman's grooming, the reflected sunlight shone on the sharp face, sick as if it hadn't seen light all year round.

"They can cure, but I can't?"

Obviously, he just entered the medical center and learned the theoretical knowledge for less than a day. At this moment, Ivan is ready to treat others.

Of course, his confidence does not lie in the medical tools provided by the [Magic Medical Rescue System], but in this era, even if he puts all these poor people to death, no one can do anything to him.

If you don't believe me, listen to it again.

There was another exclamation from Pierre's treatment booth.

"Wow, another one died!"

"If you eat too much and be lazy every day, the god of death will also come to your door."

"Move him away quickly, but I have to work later."

(End of this chapter)