Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 4: Doctor Crotone
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Lycasus closed the door, and hung a wooden sign saying "Going out, no consultation" on the door.
"Hey, Nicostratus, are you going out?!" The owner of the butcher shop across the street yelled, brandishing a picking knife.
Nick Stratus snorted, ignoring the butcher. He always believed that it was this butcher who yelled loudly on the other side every day that made the wealthy people reluctant to visit his clinic. He had moved the idea of relocating the clinic several times, but the price of housing in Crotone was not low. The location of the house he can afford is not as good as here, so he has always had no good face to this rude neighbor.
"How long are you going out?!" The butcher's owner was used to the doctor's attitude. Seeing that he didn't answer, he continued to ask loudly.
The well-behaved Lycasus saw his teacher's face gradually becoming gloomy, and hurriedly said for him: "I will go out for about 20 days, Uncle Coos."
"For so long!" The owner of the butcher shop exclaimed: "We are sick, what should we do if you are not here?!"
Nick Stratus's face twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but turn around and shouted, "Then you can endure not getting sick before I come back!"
"It's not up to me to be sick or not, it's all a prank by the gods!" the butcher complained.
Nick Stratus didn't want to talk to her anymore and strode forward.
"Doctor Nick Stratus, where are you going after you have been out for so long?" another person asked.
This time, Nicostratus stopped because the person inquiring was a businessman in the bakery, and an important customer he had rarely received, he paid a lot of consultation fees every time he came to see the doctor.
"Go to Turey." He answered seriously.
"Turiy? You were invited to heal, right?" The businessman saw Lycasus carrying a medical box, and said proudly: "Our Crotone's medical skills are in the whole Great Greece is famous! Dionia is also larger in territory and can fight wars. In other respects, it is far behind Crotone, which has a long history!"
His words resonated with the owner of the butcher shop: "You are too right! The people in the north are actually refugees, so there is no culture and city-state tradition!"
The influence of Dionia in Great Greece is getting bigger and bigger year by year, which makes the ordinary people in Crotone, once a strong state, feel very disappointed. Out of the sour grapes, they always love to take their own city-state. Compare some of his advantages with Dionians, and then ridicule the Dionians in order to obtain a certain psychological satisfaction.
Nick Stratus said a few perfunctory words and walked out of his block quickly.
"Ignorance." At this moment, he spit out a word softly.
The rise of Crotone's medicine originated in Demokadias a hundred years ago. This Crotone was determined to be the best doctor in the Mediterranean when he was young. He traveled all over the countries, studied medicine, and practised medicine in Athens after he finished his studies. Because of his good medicine, he made a lot of money. Later, he went to the island of Samos to treat his tyrants. As a result, when Persia attacked Asia Minor and Samos was captured, he became a prisoner and was taken to Susa. It happened that Darius, the king of kings, fell ill and he was healed. He was released from prison and served the royal family, but was restricted from returning to Greece.
After living in Persia for five or six years, he missed his hometown thousands of miles away.
One day, the queen of Darius and the daughter of Cyrus, the founding monarch of Persia, had a lump on her body, which no one could heal and was tortured. When Atosha heard that Demercedice was superb, she wanted to give the Greek a try, and promised that as long as the disease is cured, the queen will agree to any request from him.
As a result, Demokades restored Queen Atosha to health. At his request, Atosha suggested to Darius that Demokadias could travel around Greece with Persian spies to collect Intelligence to prepare for the future conquest of Greece.
Darius agreed, and Demokades also vowed to return to Susa.
As a result, he left Persia, so he looked for a chance to get rid of Persian surveillance and fled back to Crotone.
Although Persia was powerful at that time, it had not yet started a war with the Greek mainland, let alone affected the Western Mediterranean, thousands of miles away.
Demoque Days opened a clinic in his hometown, recruited apprentices, and selflessly taught his many years of medical experience and the integration of Greek and Persian medical skills, which greatly improved the medical skills of the city-state of Crotone. It has achieved Dr. Crotone's leading position in Great Greece for a century.
But in the past few years, Dionia’s medical skills have improved as rapidly as its alliance strength. It is said that some incurable diseases that Dr. Crotone cannot solve, Dionia’s doctors can miraculously. Some of the terminally ill Greeks who were not in the Dionian League tried to see a doctor in Dionian’s hospital, and most of them returned to their homes happily. In this way, the reputation of "Doctor Dionia is superb and taught by Pluto" gradually spread...
As far as Nick Stratus knows, many wealthy citizens of Crotone have often visited Turíy, the center of Dionian, to see a doctor. The organization of the Nan-Italian Medical Forum is held every spring, inviting doctors from the Dionian League and its allies to gather in Turii to discuss new medical discoveries and exchange medical techniques. Last year was the first session. The conservative Nicostratus did not go. However, in chatting with his returning colleagues, the only words that they uttered about the novel medical theories and methods learned from Dionian made it difficult. After being surprised, Nicostratus led him to think deeply.
Therefore, at the beginning of this year, when Turri Hospital sent out invitations to various allied states, he couldn't wait to leave.
Originally, with a boat from the port and a tailwind, it took only half a day to reach Turriy, but the sad Nick Stratus was suffering from seasickness and could only go by land.
When we came to the North City Gate, another doctor, Stasipus, was already waiting there. The three of them left the inner city of Crotone, stepping on the soft dirt road and heading north.
The three came to the boardwalk on the Neto River.
At the time of Crotone’s Second War, the pontoon was burned to prevent the Dionians from entering the city of Crotone. When it was rebuilt, I don’t know why, the bridge deck is not only narrow, but also the stability is worse than before.
Stacipus couldn't help but vomit while crossing the bridge: "The Turi Ikrati River is a real wooden bridge. It is not only wide and flat, but also allows boats to pass under the bridge. Compared with them, we The pontoon bridges are more like those built by indigenous people!"
Nick Stratus did not speak. He remembered that Crotone held a citizens’ assembly last year to discuss whether to invite the Dionians to help them build a wooden bridge over the Neto River. Most of the self-respecting Crotone people expressed their opposition, which prevented the bill from being passed. Nick Stratus himself is one of them, and his idea is the same as most people, as long as the facilities such as roads and bridges can be used. The money from the national treasury should be used to repair public facilities such as theaters, arenas, and temples, and even provide extra benefits for citizens at special celebrations.
Because of the blessings of the gods, the weather in Great Greece has been smooth in recent years, and the crops have been harvested continuously. It also coincides with the frequent wars in the surrounding areas in the past two years, and the price of grain has risen. Made a fortune. So this spring came early this year, and the citizens who were full of energy took their own slaves and planted wheat seedlings in the farmland early.
Walking on the Croton Plains, I can see the endless green wheat fields at a glance. The slaves worked hard in the fields.
There is more rain in spring and the road becomes muddy. In order to prevent a fall, Nick Stratus and his team walked slowly, and they did not leave Crotone's territory until the afternoon.
When they walked deep and shallow in the slippery mud, and their feet began to swell, what appeared in front of them was a flat, solid and spacious road. Everyone was relieved.
"Ms. Stasipus." Lycasus, who hadn't travelled since childhood, exclaimed excitedly: "This is the Crimea built by Dionian-As Prostum Avenue?!"
"Yes." Stasipus glanced at Nick Stratus: "Old friend, what do you think of this road?"
Nick Stratus snorted, did not speak, and walked straight ahead. He found a vacant stone pier among the pedestrians outside the sidewalk and sat down. His waist was a bit sick. As I walked down the road, I felt that my waist was about to be folded.
Lycasus was young and energetic. He saw the cars coming and going on the road and it was very lively. He even crossed the gutter and thought of going up the road and trying to walk, but he was almost hit by a pack car and greeted him. The coachman's curse, embarrassingly retreated to the sidewalk.
As soon as Nick Stratus spoke to him, he became quieter. But after a while, he took Stasipus again and asked, "What is that car for?"
Looking in the direction of his fingers, a two-horse-drawn pannier drove north at a faster speed. The tarp was painted with the logo of Dionia "Double-stranded fork and three-headed "Dog", the vehicles on the avenue deliberately evade to both sides.
"That's a mail truck."
"Post Truck?"
"This is what the Dionian people call it. It is specifically responsible for delivering letters and parcels to the people between the two places. It is said that Dionian has a department specifically responsible for this." Stasipus Said.
"This method is good, it is convenient for the people of the city-state." Nick Stratus interjected.
"It would be great if we also have a mail van in Crotone! At least we can deliver medicines to patients, so they won't be used to run back and waste time." Lycasus said with some envy.
"Young man, that costs money." Stasipus sighed.