Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 13: Xenophon (1)

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"Georges, help me hold Assistus."

"Helps, you fold the linen cloth in the cold water and stick it on his forehead. Then use another piece of linen cloth to wipe the sides of his neck."

"Hilos, you wring out the linen cloth scalded in boiling water and wipe the area around the wound."

"Take out the knife in the boiling water and roast it on the fire."

When Daves took the knife, he hesitated. After all, the previous steps are common sense, and modern people can do it. But this wound is wedge-shaped and must be opened for debridement. He only saw farmers injured in a mountain village in his previous life. Sometimes he thought the hospital was too far away and asked the barefoot doctor to do that.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Gioglis is pressed!" He said, cutting his skin with a knife.

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"He's quieter!" Helps exclaimed in surprise.

Davos wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, looked at Asistes who was no longer struggling, and secretly relieved: "Keep on rubbing his forehead and neck with cold water, and …Pay attention to the linen cloth on the wound. If you find that it is covered with pus again, follow my previous method and then debride him..."

"Okay, Daves!" At this moment, Helps was respectful, as if Daves was his teacher.

Daves glanced at the small piece of sawdust taken from the depths of the wound on the ground, and a sense of accomplishment grew spontaneously.

He walked out of the house with Hilos and Geogris, and people waiting anxiously outside crowded in and asked about Asistus.

"He is much better!" Geogris said proudly.

People cheered in surprise.

Davers hurriedly said: "Asistus has not been out of danger. These two days are his most dangerous time. He must fight the disease on his own. Helps will follow my method. Take care of him."

Daves said to Antonios again: "Be sure to give your nephew more water, but remember not to drink raw water, but boil and let cool water. In addition, after he wakes up a little bit, boil it. Give him oatmeal."

"But he will vomit." Antonios said embarrassedly.

"Feed him again if he vomits. He consumes too much and needs food to support." Daves sighed, glanced at the people around him, and said: "Asistus needs quiet training, don't let Other people go in and disturb him. Keep the room well ventilated. It is best to make a fire to dry the air..."

Antonius carefully remembered, and finally couldn't help but ask again: "If everything is done, can Assistus be okay?"

Daves was silent: If in a previous life, a bottle of antibiotics would solve the problem. But this is an age of ignorance that lacks medicine and medicine, plus he is also a two-handed sword.

He couldn't make a final conclusion, he could only say: "We do our best. In the end, we have to rely on himself." Seeing everyone's slightly admired eyes, he hurriedly left.

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"Sorry, I have to go back."

"Wait a little longer, Daves will be back soon."

When Davers and others returned to their dormitory, they saw Matonis pulling a person vigorously.

Seeing Daves, he shouted happily: "Hi, Daves, you are finally back! I'll bring Xenophon for you!"

Xenophon? ! Daves opened his eyes wide, and the man was watching him.

In the eyes of Davos: Xenophon is about 30 years old. He is not tall and has the appearance characteristics that are common to Greeks. He has dark curly hair, a high nose, a face with Chinese characters, and a thick beard. A fairly wide forehead and a pair of smart and full of probing eyes.

Xenophon was a little disappointed when he saw that Davers turned out to be a childish big boy. Soon he discovered what was special about this young man: behind the young man, those who were obviously older than him, surrounded him like a leader, setting out his uniqueness.

"Xenophon in Athens?" the young man asked

"Yes."

"Socrates' student?"

"That's right." Xenophon became more curious: he was an Athenian, and most of the people in the camp knew it. Socrates' students, only a few people know. Most of the Greeks who went to Persia this time came from the poor in Ionia, Thrace, and Thrace. They had no money, no land, and difficulty in making a living, so they went out to make money by selling their lives. Of course, most of them were illiterate. Not to mention that Xenophon, who is still unknown now, is the famous Socrates in Greece, and not many people know about it.

"Which teacher do you study with?" Xenophon asked hurriedly.

"I don't know a word in Greek." Davestein said.

Xenophon was taken aback by his answer. His illiterate and unremarkable self-confidence look made it difficult for Xenophon to give birth to a trace of contempt.

"Davers, I went to various camps for a walk today. I heard that there was a Xenophon in the camp of Proxinus, so I brought it for you. It should be him?" Matonis Said invitingly.

"Your companion insisted on pulling me over, and said that I was the person named for the ‘favorite’, and said a lot about you along the way." Xenophon said with a smile.

"Thank you, Matonis!" For a man who remembered what he said and worked hard to accomplish, Davers had only gratitude in his heart, and he said to Xenophon: "Matonis He is a very enthusiastic person, and you can feel it after getting along with him for a long time."

Matonis scratched his head in embarrassment.

Xenophon understood Davers’s euphemistic apology, shrugged and said that he didn’t care, then stared at Daves and asked, "Then what he said is true? The favored one?"

"What do you think? In the land of the Persians, will the gods still bless the Greeks?" Daves asked rhetorically.

"Of course! No matter where we are, the gods never give up on us!" Xenophon replied without hesitation: "I was able to come here because of the oracle of Apollo."

Xenophon's answer surprised Daves: Doesn't it mean that the more knowledgeable people are, the more they believe in themselves and atheism?

He underestimated the degree of Greek worship of gods, so he asked in amazement: "What's the matter with Apollo's oracle?"

Xenophon spoke with excitement.

It turned out that half a year ago, he received an invitation from his friend Proxinus in Athens to write a letter. In the letter, Proxinus told Xenophon: The little Cyrus, Prince of Persia, is a great man, and he is a great man to Greece. He was full of kindness and recruited talented Greeks to do things for him. He had accepted the recruitment of Cyrus, invited Xenophon to Asia Minor to help him, and promised to recommend Xenophon to the Prince of Persia.

At the time, Athens had just ended the brutal rule of the "Thirty Tyrants" supported by Sparta. The democrats adopted a moderate policy to restore the city-state order. At the same time, they reached a settlement with Sparta. The young Xenophon wanted to go to Asia Minor to increase his knowledge and broaden his horizons, but he hesitated a bit, so he consulted his teacher Socrates. Because Sparta defeated Athens with the help of the little Cyrus, worried that Xenophon's interaction with the little Cyrus would be punished by the Athens government, so Socrates asked him to go to Delphi to request an oracle.

Xenophon asked the **** Apollo: If you want to pray to which god, and can successfully complete the journey you want in your heart, you will be able to return home safely? The oracle told him the name of the god, and after offering sacrifices to the designated gods in accordance with the oracle, he set sail to Asia Minor and joined Proxinus's team.

"What is the name of the **** given to you by the oracle of Delphi?" Olivers who was watching couldn't wait to ask.

Xenophon looked at Daves, and said slowly and clearly: "Ha—Di—S!".