Black sail

Chapter 25 XXV. Poison in the world
Dinner time has passed.

It was almost midnight, and it was time to rest.

Secret Harbor in the cave is eerily quiet.

Ship's doctor's room.

In a space of more than 20 square meters, items are arranged quite neatly. The open bookshelves with no doors are lined with a dazzling array of medical crystallizations from the Northern Prison. In addition to the entrance door, there is also a side door leading to the pharmacy.

There are vegetable oil paintings on the side cabinet, and a series of tools like chisels and tweezers in the iron plate above. Micah is reading a book about anatomy with a stethoscope hanging on his chest.

It's not that Micah is trying so hard to improve himself, but the author of the original manuscript of this book is quite famous in the academic circle. The details of the organs and details are drawn like works of art, showing every detail. It's hard to imagine how many times of practice it takes to achieve this. The achievement also lists the progress chart of the heart operation and the specific details of the visceral circulation work in detail, like a comic strip, which can give a detailed insight into the rules.

The kerosene lantern was a little weak, so Micah opened the lid and added a little fuel, and wiped the dust on the glass cover with a silk scarf.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the people outside seemed a little cautious, and the voice was not very loud, so as not to disturb Micah.

"come in."

Which rookie did Mika think, the guys like Ren Xiadi would not be so polite.

Then a middle-aged man with greasy hair and beard walked in, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Are you feeling unwell? Or are you addicted to drugs? If you want to ask me for some painkillers, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Micah sat on the chair and spoke in a calm tone. It seemed that he was low on blood and might be an addict.

Although Black Sail does not do that kind of business, some smuggling ships in the secret port where they are currently docking will purchase goods from the Tianguo Port Wholesale Market and then distribute them to local snakes on the east coast.

It's not that Li Site is not jealous of the money from doing that business. Others robbed the money directly after the business is over. How easy it is, what is it? If this business is approved, it will be specially blocked in the waterway to blackmail, and the ill-gotten gains will be confiscated.

But Black Sail can’t rob the entire drug lords on the east coast with a single boat. It is formulated from plants and the glands of warcraft animals with neurotoxins. Once you experience it, you will never forget it. The number of addicts in the Principality of Bema is outrageous.

The painkillers in the Western Continent are not cough syrups used to treat depression. They are often the kind that are so powerful that they won't hurt when cut with a knife.

And Micah has long been familiar with it. He has encountered this situation no less than a hundred times. Basically one out of ten pirates is like this and wants to do something desperate to survive and continue to take food.

"no……"

The man sneered and stood extremely cautiously, swallowing the words as they came to his lips, not knowing how to speak.

"That means you are not feeling well. What are your symptoms?"

Micah put down his anatomy book and put on his glasses.

Even though there was a chair, the man didn't sit down, scratched his forehead with his fingers and said, "Actually, I don't have money to see a doctor, so I came to the boat to treat my leg."

Micah smiled after hearing this and thought what was going on, "Don't worry, as long as it's not a serious problem and it won't affect normal work, even before going to sea, free medical treatment is the treatment that a black sailor should have. Which leg?" .”

The man pointed to his left leg.

Micah was speechless, why are you so stupid, "I asked you to lift up your trouser legs and take a look."

The man hesitated for a while, then sat on the chair, and pulled up the left trouser leg with extreme difficulty. When it reached his knee, the pus and blood on the wound had already stuck to the linen, and every inch he pulled up was painful. After walking a little bit of flesh, until the root of the thigh was lifted, it was already blurred and dripping. The entire thigh was dark purple, full of congestion and sepsis.

The man lowered his head, his eyes slightly lost.

Micah's eyes narrowed, he was silent for a long time, and then... took off his glasses.

"You shouldn't wait until this late to think about it."

Micah picked up a pair of scissors and cut off a strand of open flesh on the man's leg without any pain feedback from the man.

The dark purple and black blood streaks spread into a network and will continue to spread as time goes by. Micah has been a forensic doctor and understands trauma traces. His thigh should have been cut. Although the muscles and bones were not injured, he can still exercise, but he has not been able to do so. Measures were taken, and by now the wound was completely infected and festering.

Micah used the scissors to touch the area around the wound where the infection had spread. The man was so painful that beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his lips turned pale.

Micah couldn't imagine how he survived the boarding inspection. Oakes has a habit of tossing people, and he has to fully confirm that there is nothing wrong with his limbs before being put on the ship. This person... actually slipped past under Oakes' nose.

"Can it still be cured?"

The man spoke weakly, and had already foreseen the result from Micah's subtle movements, but he still had some hope.

"Now sepsis has occurred, the skin nerves are completely necrotic, and the muscle and bone tissue are also necrotic to a certain extent. You are just holding on."

Micah thought for a while, put his hands in his arms to find the money bag, and took out fifteen silver coins, "I'm sorry, I can't help you, and you can't stay on the boat anymore. This is the money I personally gave you. It is too late at this point, you can still sleep on the boat for one night, and at dawn tomorrow, go to the city to find a doctor, and use this money to have him amputate your leg."

When he heard the word amputation, the man let out a few trembling breaths, then pursed his lips tightly and confirmed again: "Does it have to be amputated?"

With a cold tone, Micah began to issue an order to expel you, "Only amputation can save your life, and the sooner the better. If you wait for more than a week, the high priest will not be able to save you, so leave quickly."

The man was stunned for a while, then smiled wryly.

"No, I still have some money on me. I borrowed it from you now. I don't know when I will pay it back. Thank you, doctor."

The man did not continue to hold on. He limped out of the ship's hospital room with his severely painful leg and closed the door.

Micah took a deep breath and held his forehead.

"Everybody has it."

Micah was speechless, he didn't want the free money, he really figured it out.

He had already taken these things lightly, turned off the kerosene lamp, and prepared to sleep.

Except for Wollman, a big guy who sleeps in the warehouse, the core backbone of the ship has his own bedroom, and Micah, a high-end talent, is taken care of. Except for Liszt and Fern, the room is the largest.

Micah left the ship's doctor's room and returned to the bedroom. After two rounds of tossing with many people in the afternoon, Micah was also a little tired, and fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

The next morning.

The sky is bright.

The rooms on the first floor below the deck have portholes, allowing light to shine in. The sailors sleep in the dark big bunk lower down.

Micah was awakened by the sound of a group of people trotting outside the door. He immediately rolled out of bed and, wearing only pajamas, picked up the hatchet from the bedside table and walked out of the door.

Seeing that these sailors didn't take anything seriously, I was relieved.

He grabbed a random sailor and asked, "What happened?"

The sailor replied: "Someone hanged down below. I don't know who killed him."

Micah frowned and said, "Don't go down and get involved, go find the captain quickly."

Micah himself followed the other sailors to the lower level.

After a while, I saw more than a dozen sailors holding lanterns to illuminate the aisle, and a man was hung from the lintel with a hemp rope around his neck. As the waves pushed the ship, his body was shaking slightly.

Impressively, the man who came to treat his leg last night.

(End of this chapter)