The Persians, it should be said, not only kept their word, but did it very well. The Greeks were brought to a fertile land. It was densely populated with farmland, surrounded by a dozen rich villages, and two manor houses were vacated especially for the Greeks as garrison camps, and a great deal of food was prepared.
After a few days of labor and hunger, the soldiers indulged in a full stomach.
The next day, Davos woke up, feeling that his fatigue had been swept away, and he was particularly energized, and remembering what the Persians had done, he was a little perplexed in his mind: if this was a scheme to arrogate to himself the enemy, was it necessary to do so much to pay for it? Could it be that this is really a bullying country, like the Northern Song Dynasty in Chinese history.
He tried his best to recall his previous life in the party school to study the university professor invited to teach the decline of the great powers of the course, the ancient Persians empire system of the exposition: the Persians are taking advantage of the two river basin hegemony of the Midi and Assyria decline of the occasion of the rise of Cyrus to the cultures and religions of various ethnic groups to take a very tolerant policy, so wherever the troops have surrendered various ethnic groups, the frontier as a snowball as the larger and larger.
How was the country so vast managed? First of all Persia's birthplace, Persepolis, that was the capital, sat by the king himself; the Mesopotamian basin was the richest area, under direct jurisdiction; the rest of the country was governed by governors. The peoples under the jurisdiction were mostly self-governing, paid regular taxes ... and so on, and Mesopotamia was under the jurisdiction of the king of Persia!
Davos had a flash, in his memory: when the mercenaries passed through Cilicia, Cyrus the Younger still allowed the Greeks to indulge in looting, but as soon as they crossed the Tapissacus River and entered the Valley of the Two Rivers, the administration was much stricter, and even when they bought things, they had to pay for them according to their price.Could it be said that ... Could it be said that the... ...
"Davos, come with me and check on Acistus!" A large hand yanked Davos to his feet, interrupting his musings.
"Who?" Davos asked Xellos, somewhat confused.
"Acistus is the nephew of Antonios. Yesterday he was crossing a wooden bridge when it suddenly broke, and he fell into the river and got a big gash in his thigh from the broken wood. I didn't realize that this morning he was burning up, unconscious, and saying strange things, and the doctors can't do anything about it. Antonius would like you to take a look!" Xellos said anxiously.
"Speak strange? Looks like he's already in Hell, bumped into Rhadamanthus, so I guess there's no hope." Seeing Xilos glaring at him, Oliverus was busy changing his tone, "Of course, Davos, you 'divine favorites' of Hades, he can't even think about not coming back to life!"
Davos grimaced, "I'd love to help, but I can't heal."
Xellos reassured him, "Antonius understands. It's just that for someone who is about to lose a loved one, there is a little bit of hope he has to try."
Facing the expectant eyes of Xilos, Davos was silent, the nervousness he had just felt was slowly calming down: even if I couldn't save Ashestus, could it erase the help I had given to the crowd in the past two days! In addition to pretending to be a god, can't I gain their trust again with my ability! Without this nickname, it might even release some of Menon's cynicism towards himself.
Thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
"I'll go too." Giorgis, who was in the house, followed suit and stood up.
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Come into the room with the doors and windows closed, and the house is full of people.
"Davos is here!" A single word quickly caused people to make way.
Davos came to the bed and saw a young man in his mid-twenties lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his mouth and lips dry and red. There was a wedge-shaped wound about six centimeters long on his left thigh near the knee, and the area around the wound was swollen to the size of a fist. He was talking gibberish and his arms and legs were twitching, but he was being held down tightly.
Davos first put his hand close to the patient's forehead, which was hot and scalding. He also pressed his hand gently on the swollen area, and green pus oozed from the wound. His fingers felt sticky and faintly scented.
At that moment, the man who was holding the patient down looked up at him and said, "I applied fragrant oil boiled in grape leaves to the wound, hoping to quiet him, but it doesn't seem to be working well."
"His name is Helps, and he's our camp doctor." Xellos saw Davos' confusion and whispered.
Such a well-built man was a doctor?!!! Davos sized him up and blurted out, "Why don't you use bloodletting therapy?"
"Do we have to use bloodletting therapy? I was previously considering that in case of bloodletting, it would take a long time for Ashestus to recover, and we're on our way home!" Helps explained, "I even used the few remaining 'Maeu Caiwong Incense', but it seems that the spice therapy doesn't work at all." He looked a bit frustrated.
No wonder, there was a strange smell in the air, thought it was the body odor of these people. Didn't the West love to use bloodletting to cure diseases before the Renaissance? Davos thought about thinking about some anecdotes he had read in his previous life about the ancient West.
"Oh, what is your name? What barracks did Antonius bring the doctor from?" Helps asked.
Davos hesitated, considering how to answer. Antonius, who was waiting anxiously on the side, interjected, "He is Davos! The 'God's Favorite' of Hades, the King of the Underworld!" After saying that, and without looking at Helps' sudden change in color, he eagerly asked Davos again, "Is there ... any hope for him at all for Ashestus?"
"I do my best, it doesn't always work out." Davos replied cautiously.
"Just do your best! Just do your best!" There was a hint of relief on Antonios' tired face, "Need we prepare the altar and the idol of Hades now?"
"What's the point of all this?"
"Pray use it!"
Davos glanced around him, and except for Helps, who stood aloof, everyone else was looking at him with anticipation and excitement: so he was waiting to see a "god drop"!
With amusement in his heart, Davos said solemnly, "I don't know how to pray. Nor do I know how to pray. But I know some other healing methods to try. If you only want God to come and free Asistos, then I'll just have to leave!"
"Oh!" Some let out a disappointed murmur.
Antonius, however, as if he had understood something, said firmly at once, "Do as you say!"
Davos said this: first, to find a good way back for his own failed salvation, and second, because he didn't want these people to associate him with God in everything.
"Get everyone out and wait! ... Open all the doors and windows! ... Boil an urn of water and get a couple of clean linen cloths and put them in the boiling water! At the same time get a sharp, unrusted knife and put the same into the boiling water! ... Also bring a couple jars of cool water to the house! ..." commanded Davos in a slow, clear, loud voice.
Antonius, Xylos, and Giorgis didn't question anything, but began to carry out his orders in earnest, running around.
Helps originally thought that Davos was a witch doctor, and looked at him with an unfavorable expression. At this moment, seeing that he had arranged it quite like that, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Davos, how are you going to treat it?"
"The wound is not bleeding profusely, so obviously no blood vessels were injured, but the wound is red and swollen with pus, and there is a high fever, which is obviously caused by an infection in the wound, so we can start with a debridement and fever reduction." Davos explained in detail. For modern people, this was just ordinary common sense. However, in this obscurantist era, people often thought that it was gods and ghosts at work, which was why witch doctors were so popular, and before that, Helps thought that Davos was a witch doctor.
Helps' eyes lit up as he listened to Davos, "That's somewhat similar to the method Hippocrates proposed for dealing with broken bones, 'clear, traction, reset'."
"Hippocrates of Kos?" Davos was familiar with the name; after all, later generations called Hippocrates "the father of Western medicine."
"Yes. You know him?"
"Not familiar, but I've heard of it."
"I was going to visit him when I passed through the Aegean, but he wasn't there. Although many doctors on the Greek mainland did not agree with him, he did cure many people."
Seeing Helps' look of both regret and envy, Davos' heart stirred, "Would it be okay if you came to be my assistant in a while?"
"Thank you very much la!" Helps said gratefully. Most doctors in this era were passed down from father to son, and ordinary people who wanted to learn medicine were only able to do so by signing an agreement, paying an exorbitant amount of tuition, and taking on the role of an assistant for many years for free.
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