"Giorgris, help me hold down Asistes."
"Herpus, fold the linen in the cold water and put it on his forehead. Then use another linen cloth to wipe the sides of his neck."
"Hielos, wring the linen that has been heated with boiling water and wipe the area around the wound."
"Take out the knife in the boiling water and roast it on the fire."
When Davos took the knife, he hesitated. After all, the first steps are common sense, and modern people can do it. However, this wound is a wedge-shaped wound that must be opened and debrided. He had only seen farmers getting injured in the mountain village in his previous life, and sometimes he found the hospital too far, so he let the barefoot doctor do it.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Giorgris, press it tight!" With that, he cut his skin with the knife.
…
"He's quiet!" Herpus shouted in surprise.
Davos wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand and looked at Asistes, who was no longer struggling, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Continue to wipe his forehead and neck with cold water, and… pay attention to the linen on his wound. If he finds that it is covered with pus again, then we will debride him according to my previous method…"
"Okay, Davos!" At this moment, Herpus'respectful attitude was as if Davos was his teacher.
Davos glanced at the small piece of wood that was taken out from the depths of the wound on the ground and felt a sense of achievement.
He, Hielos, and Giorgris walked out of the house, and the anxious people waiting outside rushed up and asked about Asistes.
"He is much better!" said Giorgris proudly.
People cheered in surprise.
Davos hurriedly said, "Asistes is not out of danger yet, and these two days is the most dangerous time for him, so he must fight against the disease on his own. Herpus will take care of him according to my method."
Davos then said to Antonios, "You must give your nephew more water, but remember not to drink raw water, but boiled water to cool it down. In addition, when he wakes up, cook oatmeal for him."
"But he will spit it out," Antonios said with difficulty.
"Feed him after he vomits. He has consumed too much and needs food to support him." Davos sighed and glanced at the people around him and said, "Asistes needs to rest quietly and don't let others go in to disturb him. Keep the ventilation in the house, and it's best to make a fire to dry the air…"
Antonios took it seriously and couldn't help but ask, "If everything is done, will Asistes be okay?"
Davos was silent. If it was in his previous life, a bottle of antibiotics could solve the problem. But this is a time of ignorance where there are few doctors and few medicines, and he is also a fool.
He couldn't conclude, so he could only say, "We will try our best. In the end, we will still have to rely on ourselves." Looking at the slightly reverent gaze of the crowd, he hurriedly took his leave.
…
"Sorry, I have to go back."
"Wait a bit longer, Davos will be back soon."
When Davos and the others returned to their dormitory, they saw Matonis pulling someone.
When he saw Davos, he shouted happily, "Hey, Davos, you are finally back! I have brought Xenophon for you!"
Xenophon?! Davos' eyes widened, and the man was also looking at him.
In the eyes of Davos, Xenophon is about 30 years old, he is not tall and has the common features of the Greeks, with black curly hair, a high nose bridge, a square face, and a thick beard. What is special is that he has a wide forehead and a pair of lively and inquisitive eyes.
Xenophon was a bit disappointed when he saw that Davos was a childish big boy. Soon, he found something special about this young man: The people behind the young man who was older than him were crowding around him like they were following their leader, which made him stand out.
"Xenophon of Athens?" asked the young man.
"Right."
"A student of Socrates?"
"That's right." Xenophon's curiosity became stronger. He is an Athenian, and most of the people in his camp know about it. Only a few students of Socrates know about it. Most of the Greeks who went to Persia this time came from the poor people of Ionia, Cesare, and Thrace. They have no money, and no land, and it's hard for them to make a living, so they came out to earn money, but of course, most of them are illiterate. Not to mention Xenophon, who is still a nobody, and even the famous Socrates in Greece doesn't know much.
"Which teacher did you learn from?" Xenophon hurriedly asked.
"I don't know a word about Greek," said Davos frankly.
His answer made Xenophon stunned. His lack of literacy and confidence made it difficult for Xenophon to have a trace of contempt.
"Davos, I went to take a walk in each camp today. I heard that there is a man named Xenophon in the camp of Proxenus, so I brought him to you. It should be him, right?" said Matonis as if he was asking for credit.
"Your companion insisted on pulling me over and said that I was the one that the 'God's Favored' had specifically asked to find, and said a lot about you along the way," Xenophon said with a smile.
"Thank you, Matonis!" For a man who remembers and works hard to do what he casually said, Davos only felt grateful. He then said to Xenophon, "Matonis is a very warm person, you can feel it after spending a long time with him."
Matonis scratched his head in embarrassment.
Xenophon understood Davos' euphemistic apology and shrugged, indicating that he didn't care. Then he stared at Davos and asked, "Is what he said true? God's Favored?"
"What do you think? Will the gods still bless the Greeks in the land of the Persians?" asked Davos.
"Of course! No matter where we are, the gods have never given up on us!" Xenophon answered without thinking, "I came here because of Apollo's oracle."
Xenophon's answer surprised Davos, 'Isn't it said that the more knowledgeable a person is, the more they will believe in themselves and atheism?'
He had underestimated the level of worship of the Greeks to the gods, so he asked in surprise, "What is the oracle of Apollo?"
Xenophon excitedly narrated.
It turned out that half a year ago, he had received an invitation from his good friend, Proxenus, to write a letter to Xenophon in Athens. In the letter, Proxenus told Xenophon that Cyrus the Younger of Persia was a great man and was full of kindness to the Greeks, and had recruited talented Greeks to work for him. He had accepted the recruitment of Cyrus the Younger, and invited Xenophon to help him in Asia Minor, and promised to recommend Xenophon to this Persian prince.
At that time, Athens had just ended the brutal rule of the "Thirty Tyrants" supported by Sparta, and the democrats adopted a gentle policy to restore the order of the city-state, and at the same time, they reached a settlement with Sparta. The peace in Athens made the young Xenophon want to go to Asia Minor to expand his knowledge and broaden his horizons, but he was a bit hesitant, so he asked his teacher, Socrates. Because Sparta defeated Athens with the help of Cyrus the Younger, he was worried that Xenophon would be punished by the Athenian government for dating Cyrus the Younger, so Socrates asked him to go to Delphi to ask for an oracle.
Xenophon asked Apollo the god, 'Which god do you want to pray to, and if you can complete the journey that you have in mind, you will be able to return home safely?' The oracle told him the name of the god, and after offering it to the designated god according to the oracle, he set sail to Asia Minor and joined Proxenus.
"What is the name of the oracle of Delphi?" Olivos, who was listening, couldn't wait to ask.
Xenophon looked at Davos and said slowly and clearly, "Ha! Di!"