Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 12: Help?

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It should be said that the Persians not only fulfilled their promises, but also did well. Brought the Greeks to a fertile land. There are dense farmland here, and there are more than a dozen fertile villages around. Two villages have been specially vacated for the Greeks as garrison camps, and a large amount of food has been prepared.

After a few days of fatigue and hunger, the soldiers ate to their heart's content.

The next day, Daves woke up, feeling tired and swept away. He was particularly energetic. Thinking of what the Persians had done, he was a little confused: If this is a arrogant strategy, it is necessary to do it. Is it such a big effort? Could it be said that this is really a country that bullies the soft and fears the hard, just like the Northern Song Dynasty in Chinese history.

He tried his best to recall his explanation of the ancient Persian empire system when a university professor invited to study in a party school in the previous life gave a course on the decline of the great power: As a result of the rise, Cyrus adopted a very tolerant policy to the culture and religion of various ethnic groups. Therefore, all ethnic groups surrendered wherever the soldiers went, and the territory became bigger and bigger like a snowball.

How to manage such a vast territory? First of all, Persepolis, the birthplace of Persia, is the capital, and the king himself sits in the town; Mesopotamia is the most fertile area, directly under the jurisdiction; other places are governed by the governor. Most of the people under its jurisdiction are self-governing, paying taxes regularly... etc. Mesopotamia is directly under the jurisdiction of the Persian king!

Daves’s inspiration flashed in his memory: when the mercenaries passed through Silesia, Cyrus also allowed the Greeks to looting, but once they crossed the Tapisakus River and entered the Mesopotamia, The management is much stricter, even if you buy things, you have to pay at the price, can it be said... can it be said...

"Davers, come and see Asistes with me!" A big hand pulled Davers up, interrupting his contemplation.

"Who?" Daves asked Silos in a daze.

"Asistes is Antonios’ nephew. Yesterday he was crossing the wooden bridge, the bridge suddenly broke, he fell into the river, and was pierced in the thigh by broken pieces of wood. I didn’t expect that today In the morning, he was hot, unconscious, and said some strange things. The doctor could not help it. Antonios would like to invite you to see!" Silos said anxiously.

"Something weird?! It seems that he has reached **** and ran into Radamentos. I think there is no hope." Olivers saw Shiros glared at him, and changed his words quickly: "Of course, Dave Si, you the'favorite' of Hades, he won't be able to survive unless he wants to survive!"

Davers's face was embarrassed: "I want to help, but I can't treat the disease."

Hilos comforted him and said: "Antonios understands. It's just that for someone who is about to lose a loved one, there is a little hope that he will give it a try."

Faced with the look in Hiros's expectant eyes, Daves was silent, and the nervousness just now calmed down: Even if Asistus can't be saved, can it obliterate my help to everyone in the past two days! In addition to pretending to be gods and ghosts, can it be that my ability can no longer gain their trust! Without this nickname, perhaps some Menon's jealousy towards him can be relieved.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said: "Well, I'll go with you."

"I'll go too." Geogris who was in the room followed suit and stood up.

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When I came to a room with closed doors and windows, the people in the room were drowsy.

"Davers is coming!" A word quickly made people give way.

Davers came to the bed and saw a young man in his twenties lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his lips dry and his body flushed. There was a wedge-shaped wound about six centimeters long on the left thigh near the knee, and the wound was swollen as big as a fist. He was talking nonsense, his hands and feet were twitching, but he was held tightly.

Daves first put his hand on the patient's forehead, which was so hot. Gently press the swollen area with his hand again, and green pus came out of the wound. He felt his fingers sticky and had a faint scent.

At this time, the man pressing the patient raised his head, looked at him and said: "I applied sesame oil boiled from grape leaves to the wound, hoping to calm him, but it seems that the effect is not good."

"His name is Helps, the doctor in our camp." Silos saw Davers's doubts and whispered.

Such a strong man is actually a doctor? Daves looked at him and blurted out: "Why don't you use bloodletting therapy?"

"Does bloodletting have to be used? I was thinking that in case of bloodletting, Asistes will take a long time to recover, but we are on the way home!" Helps explained:" I even used the few remaining'Maier Cai Wengxiang', but it seems that spice therapy doesn't work at all." He looked a little depressed.

No wonder, there is a strange smell in the air, I thought it was the body odor of these people. Didn't the West always use bloodletting to treat diseases before the Renaissance? Davers was thinking about some interesting anecdotes about the ancient West that he had read in his previous life.

"Oh, what's your name? Which military camp was the doctor Antonios invited from?" Helps asked.

Daves hesitated for a moment, considering how to answer. Antonios, who was waiting anxiously on the side, interjected: "He is Davos! Hades's "Blessed One"!" After finishing speaking, he asked Daves eagerly without watching Helps's expression change suddenly: "Asisters... does he still... hope?"

"I try my best, and it may not succeed." Daves answered cautiously.

"Just do your best! Do your best!" Antonios' tired face had a hint of relief: "Do we need to prepare the altar and the idol of Hades now?"

"Why are you preparing for this?"

"For prayer!"

Daves glanced around, except for Helps watching coldly, everyone else looked at him with anticipation and excitement: it turned out to be waiting to see "Goddess"!

Davers was funny in his heart, and solemnly said: "I don't know how to pray. I don't know how to pray. But I will have some other treatments, you can try. If you just want God to save Asist Si, then I can only leave!"

"Oh!" Some people murmured disappointedly.

Antonios seemed to understand something, and immediately said firmly: "Just do what you say!"

Daves said this: First, to find a way out for the failure of his treatment; secondly, he does not want these people to connect him with God in everything.

"Let everyone go out and wait!...Open the doors and windows!...Boil a vat of water, find a few clean linens and put them in the boiling water! At the same time, find a sharp, rust-free knife, and put it in the same way. In the boiling water!... In addition, bring a few more cans of cold water into the house!..." Daves exhorted loudly and slowly.

Antonius, Hiros, and Geogris didn't have any doubts, but began to implement his orders earnestly, rushing around.

Herps originally thought Daves was a witch doctor, and looked unkind to him. Seeing that he arranged something like something at this moment, I couldn't help but curiously asked: "Davers, how are you going to treat it?"

"The wound did not bleed heavily and obviously did not damage the blood vessels, but the wound was red and swollen with pus and high fever. Obviously the wound infection caused the high fever, so we can first debride and reduce the fever." Davers explained in detail. . For modern people, this is just common sense. But in this age of ignorance, people often think that gods and ghosts are at work. This is why witch doctors are so popular. Helps thought Daves was a witch doctor before.

Herps' eyes lit up after hearing Daves's words: "This is somewhat similar to the method proposed by Hippocrates to deal with fractures,'debridement, traction, and reduction'."

"Hippocrates of Kos?" Daves was familiar with this person's name. After all, later generations called Hippocrates "the father of western medicine."

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"Unfamiliar, but I have heard of it."

"I wanted to visit him when I was passing through the Aegean Sea, but he was not there. Although many doctors in Greece did not agree with him, he did heal many people."

Seeing Helps's regret and envy, Daves' heart moved: "You will be my assistant in a while, can you?"

"Thank you very much!" Helps said gratefully. In this era, most doctors are passed down from father to son. Ordinary people who want to study medicine have to sign an agreement, pay a lot of tuition, and serve as an assistant for many years for free.