Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 35

2021-03-10

Chapter 35 Treatment
The cell is still the same cell, but the environment is slightly improved.

The guards brought in a lot of straw and hay, covering the mortar floor that had been bumpy.

The cell door is also unlocked, and the warrant officers are free to use the guard's toilet instead of having to settle for a bucket in the cell.

The information delivered by Major General Antonio gave the warrant officers confidence. As he said, if you ride a tiger, it's hard to get off, the customs would not dare to take these army officers, and even Do your best to meet the warrant officers' demands.

In the cell, Winters and his contemporaries were enthusiastically watching the famous doctor invited by the customs to treat Major Moritz.

"Don't crowd all over!" Fiercely, the old doctor, glared at the warrant officers, and scolded in a bad tone: "There are so many people around, it's dark, and you can't see anything clearly, get out of the way! Let some air in!"

The old doctor was wearing a cultivator-style robe, but the material was fine satin. He has a beautiful goatee on his lower jaw, and his scolding tone is like that of a high-level officer. He is full of aura. At first glance, he is a person with great ability.

The warrant officers heard this and immediately took a few steps back obediently to make way for the space. In order not to block the light, they all sat on the ground. But they couldn't restrain their curiosity, and they all stretched their necks to watch.

The warrant officers gave Major Moritz the best place for ventilation and lighting in the cell, and under the Major was only one straw mattress in the entire cell. But no matter what, this is just a prison cell, not a nursing home, and the doctor is obviously very dissatisfied with the environment here.

This famous doctor in Hailan City, who is said to be heavily hired by the anti-smuggling company, put his right hand on Major Moritz's wrist, lightly twisted his beard with his left hand, and lowered his eyelids, looking thoughtful.

"What's this for?" Winters whispered, nudging Bud's leg lightly.

Bud squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "Maybe it's checking the pulse, right? People see a doctor by feeling the pulse. I've read about this kind of diagnosis in books before, it seems to be in the "Medicine" "?" Bud shouted the head: "I can't remember."

"Medicine chest!" The old doctor's eyes flashed brightly, and he changed from a puppet to a living person. He came to the conclusion: "Bring the medicine box."

The assistant who came with him hurriedly took down the wooden medicine box that was slung on the side, and handed it to the old doctor with both hands respectfully.

The mood of the warrant officers was instantly mobilized, and the atmosphere in the cell became restless.

They are so boring, a group of lively young men are sitting in prison, there is no entertainment to pass the time, and now even a stick can make them happy for a long time.

The doctor took off a key hung around his neck with a string and clicked open the golden lock of the wooden box. Although this wooden box is small, there is a special Celestial Grotto inside. As the lid is lifted, the whole wooden box slowly unfolds like a petal.

The warrant officers, who were sitting on the ground watching, let out a chorus of admiration.

The corner of the old doctor's mouth hung a smug smile that was difficult to detect. In this sea blue city, whether it was a powerful official or a tycoon of businessmen, anyone who saw this carefully crafted medicine box would click. one's tongue in wonder.

Winters watched as the famous doctor opened his delicate medicine chest and took out from one of the compartments... a saber.

Wait, the knife?

Winters' originally excited smile froze. He was horrified to see the old doctor holding the Major's hand with his left hand, and he was about to cut the Major's wrist with a knife in his right hand.

There were several exclamations in the cell.

"Wait a minute!" Winters shouted anxiously, jumped up and rushed to the major's side, grabbed the old doctor's wrist and twisted it hard, snatched the knife, and asked in a stern voice, "What are you doing? "

The doctor's assistant was in a hurry when he saw that the teacher was beaten, and he came up to fight with Winters, but as soon as he raised his arm, he was dragged down and subdued by Winters.

The doctor was almost scared to death by Winters. He was already fifty-sixty years old. How could his old arms and legs hold this, his wrist was almost not broken by Winters, he trembled and asked: "You, you, what are you doing?"

Winters laughed angrily, and gestured to the doctor with the knife in his hand: "What are you doing with this?"

Old Mister regained his senses a little. He sorted out his emotions and said angrily: "You came to ask me to treat this gentleman."

"Yes, that's right. , but why did you come out with the knife?
The doctor was trembling with anger at Winters who kept the knife in his mouth. He sneered and asked, "I'm treating this gentleman, do I still need to explain it to you? "

"If you'd like to explain, of course I'd love to hear it." "Winters pushes back without arrogance.

"hahaha." The doctor laughed at Winters: "Have you read the "Muro Medical Sutra"? "

"I haven't read it." "

"Have you read the Claudius Proverbs?" "

"I haven't read it." "

"Have you read "On Water, Air, Fire and Earth"? Have you read On Trauma? Have you read "Hydegar's Notes"? "

"None. "

"Then do you understand the humor theory? "

"I don't understand. "

The old doctor was furious: "Then what do you want to do? You don't know anything, and you want me to explain it to you? "

Winters is also very angry: "I will never allow you to cut the major's wrist with a knife!" "

"What do you know? The old doctor pointed at Winters' nose and rebuked: "This gentleman drank too much salt water after drowning, and his body fluids were out of balance. Poison Blood accumulated in his liver, and the liver and his right arm were inside and outside each other. He wanted to release Poison Blood in his right arm." Just do it! "

"I've only heard of soldiers dying on the battlefield due to blood loss, but I've never heard that bloodletting can save lives!" "

"What nonsense, where did you learn your medical skills, how dare you impudent in front of me? "The old man blew his beard and stared.

Winters replied coldly, "Army Officer Academy! "

"Isn't the Army Officer Academy teaching killing? Also teaching medicine? "

"The military academy doesn't teach medicine, but I learned something in the hygiene class. If there is a bleeding wound, I have to find a way to stop it, but no one has taught me to take the initiative to bleed even if there is no trauma!" "

"Can traumatic blood loss and endotoxin accumulation be the same? "

"I don't care! The major is very weak now, and I absolutely cannot agree with you to bleed him. Do you only have bloodletting therapy? "Winters didn't bother to argue with this doctor. He was bitten to death and not allowed to bleed the major. All Winters' medical knowledge came from the military school's sanitation curriculum, and the military academy's sanitation curriculum came from the summary of practical experience in sovereign warfare.

The old man was about to have a stroke due to Winters' rage, and he yelled indignantly: "If you don't let me bleed him, I won't treat him! If this gentleman's condition worsens, that's your responsibility! Don't come to me! "

After he finished speaking, he grabbed his knife from Winters, threw it into his medicine box, threw the wooden box fiercely on it, and walked away angrily.

His assistant glanced around the cell angrily, and followed the old man away.

Winters was actually a little guilty when he took the doctor away, but he thought he was right this time.

He and his classmates who were sitting on the ground watching him helplessly said, "Can bloodletting be called a cure? That would really kill the Major. "

"Good! Andre applauded loudly, applauding vigorously: "I've seen this pretentious old bastard not pleasing to the eye! The others patted his hand after him, and there was sparse applause in the cell.

Winters gratefully nodded Andre, now that he found something endearing in Andre's character. This guy has no right or wrong view, or this guy’s right and wrong view is just five words: defend one's own people. Everyone is right, and the enemy is wrong.

The major can't hear anything now, he The doctor and Winters seemed to be arguing, and the doctor's assistant was pinned to the ground by the other warrant officers, and then the doctor left with a flick of his hand.

He picked up a quill and wrote a line on the paper and handed it to the Winters: What happened?

Winters smiled wryly and wrote on the paper: The doctor said just now that the toxins in your blood accumulated in the liver, and he wanted to bleed you on your arm, I would not agree, He left.

The major finished watching, nodded, and wrote on the paper: It is normal, the world does not agree with our medical experience, and thinks that we are just a group of executioners, but we just summarize the rules in practice That's all. Thank you, you are right not to let him use bloodletting.

With the understanding of the major, Winters was relieved. In fact, he was most afraid of the major himself supporting bloodletting, so he was anxious Running out to stop the doctor turned into a farce.

Winters suddenly remembered that the Major didn't seem to have had a good meal yet, so he wrote: Do you want something to eat?
Major shock the head , he has no appetite. Now the major is sleeping most of the time and eager to know what's new, he picks up a pen and writes: What's new in customs now?
Winters replies: Not yet, but the attitude has been It softened a lot.

Looking at Major Moritz's slightly sunken cheeks, Winters suddenly remembered that he had called the major to aim at the opponent's head on the dock, but the major was still punching the opponent's breastplate. It's a joy to think about it now.

So Winters smiled and wrote on the paper: If you aimed at those assassin's heads and punched them, now the customs will give us medals.

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As the Silver Coin shot by the Major's flying arrows collided with the armor, Winters heard a sour metal deformation, and the assassin was even beaten back and forth to cancel the momentum.

etc. Formidable power is no weaker than an arrow shot from a hard bow of more than 100 pounds. Assassin does not wear a helmet, as long as he is hit in the head, he will never survive.

Major Moritz smiled bitterly and wrote: He was shaking and couldn't hit, so he aimed at the torso.

Winters didn't understand what the major meant at first glance, but he recalled the major before he disembarked. state, you will understand immediately.

With Winters' current level of cognition of magic, the flying arrow technique is to accelerate the object as much as possible within its casting range, essentially throwing darts with the "third hand". ".

The material used by the Major to release the Flying Arrow Technique is the Silver Coin that he has been playing with. Winters speculates that the reason why the Major has been playing the coin trick is most likely to maintain the feeling of the Flying Arrow Technique.

However, during the final days on the Skua, the Major's hands were shaking uncontrollably due to alcohol withdrawal symptoms. You can't even play a coin trick, let alone expecting the flying arrows to be accurate.

General Antoine Laurent believes that the sorcerer should not use any addictives, which will destroy the sorcerer's precious spell abilities.

Winters used to just blindly follow the general's teachings and refuse to drink and smoke, but now Major Moritz's spell ability has been greatly reduced due to alcoholism, but Winters has taught Winters a reality lesson.

Winters actually wanted to persuade Major Moritz to quit drinking completely. He dreamed of becoming a sorcerer as powerful as Major.

It's ironic that a sorcerer with such a high level of magic is addicted to alcohol, it's like someone trampling on what he holds most dear to Winters.

But it's a taboo that he knows and talks deeply. Alcoholism is the major's personal choice, and he has no position or qualification to say such "I'm all for your own good".

Seeing that Major Moritz was getting tired, Winters helped the Major to his back and watched him fall back into a deep sleep.

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At the same time that Major Moritz fell asleep, it was still in the General Administration of Customs, still in Hurd’s office, still those people, still The same dull atmosphere.

The chiefs of the customs are still just smothering their heads and smoking. This time, Hurd also joined the smog-making army.

The current situation is: Everyone from top to bottom in the customs knows that these Army trainee officers are innocent and must be sent away, but no one dares to ask them first.

No matter who comes up with this solution, the customs leadership will immediately take advantage of the slope to go down the donkey and follow the stream of goodness, blowing and beating to send these army plague gods away.

But whoever proposes this solution will be branded a servile to the Army and a disgrace to Customs. This label will be repeatedly mentioned in future internal criticisms, and those who are labeled with this label will be stomped on 10,000 feet.

The directors thought that Hurd was waiting for his subordinates to stand up and share the worries for the leaders.

And the two chief battallions of the Legion of the Veneta Army are ready to go outside the city, waiting for the throne to dispatch to grab people.

It was the Director of Anti-Smuggling who spoke first: "I can't cast aside all considerations for face with the Army because of such a trivial matter."

A weak statement does not mean his in the bones is the capitulation faction.

"What are you afraid of? Let them come! Who are you going to scare with cannons? is it possible that they think we don't have cannons?" the tax chief roared for a fight.

A person with a high tone is not necessarily a real hardliner.

"How about the minority submit to the majority if you are not sure? How about anonymous collective voting above the director?"

Oh? There's also a guy who wants to fish in troubled waters overhead administrator.

Head sat behind his desk, enjoying his tobacco in peace.

He is now fifty-eight years old, which is quite old.

His mind is no longer quick, his body is no longer flexible, his temples are already gray, and his cheeks are beginning to have age spots.

But his heart is like a clear mirror. Sitting on the chair of the General Director of Customs, he could see clearly everyone's thoughts.

What does it mean to catch the wrong number of Warrant Officers? This is just to see that he is about to retire, so the little things that are bigger can make the group of demons dance wildly.

He had already made a decision in his heart, and now he just wanted to finish smoking the pipe quietly and see what his subordinates were.

The next chief executive of the customs will be selected from among the current directors by a committee of fifteen members in charge of finance, if there is no accident.

Herd must make sure that the Customs of the Republic of Veneta, a place he has devoted his life to, gets into the right hands.

"I'll solve it." This is a voice rarely heard in the director's meeting, calm and calm.

Herd lightly emptied the soot from the bowl.

Winters became a "medical trouble", but this is by no means to encourage the judges to compete with doctors in the real world for professional knowledge. It's just that in the foreign world where Winters lives, the barbers who have treated wounded soldiers are closer to the truth than some doctors, because practice is the only criterion for testing the truth.

Also speaking of which you may not believe, before modern medicine took shape, ancient European physicians also used herbal medicine and pulse diagnosis techniques.

Not to mention herbs, most of which are used and recorded by cultivators of monastery.

As for diagnosing the pulse, the first chapter of the 16th century Italian Benvenuto Cellini's "Autobiography" mentioned that his father knew a little bit of Latin and medical skills. Emotions.

I don't know whether this technology was introduced to Latin America from the Arab world, or whether it was the way people in Latin America diagnosed since ancient times.

PS Thank you for the recommendation ticket of the broken hand and the big wet chest and the social justice Pharaoh, and thanks to the Pharaoh for the reward. I'm really happy that there are living people reading the stories I write.