The man said in broken English: "I want you to use your mona to treat my son's illness."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, and the others were stunned.

No one knows what Ma Na is, but as for curing diseases and saving people, I have never heard that Zhao Chuanxin has medical skills.

Even Zhao Chuanxin himself doesn’t know.

He scratched his head: "I think you have the wrong person. I am not a doctor."

"No, sir, doctors can't cure our disease, only anesthesia can."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "What kind of numbness? Superstition!"

Kanaka people: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to leave, but the Kanaka people held his arm.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened and he wanted to get angry.

But I saw the Kanaka man praying: "Sir, you must be a messenger who can communicate with the gods. You have a lot of pain in your body. Please, save my son."

Zhao Chuanxin really didn't know what to do. He shrugged: "Isn't there a doctor on the island?"

The Kanaka man said: "Sir, doctors cannot save the child that the god of death wants to take away. As long as you are willing to help, I am willing to offer a sacrifice."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up when he heard the word "sacrifice": "How much?"

Li Shutong and others were stunned.

Is it really okay to be so blatantly greedy for money?

He whispered in Chinese: "Do you know medical skills? Don't delay other people's lives. This is not a joke."

"It's okay, let's go check out the situation first. Do you think we, a big family, can travel without spending money? Your chopsticks are so delicate. You really don't know how expensive food, rice, oil and salt are."

Li Shutong: "..."

Ning An and Liu Yuanshan felt embarrassed. Zhao Chuanxin said they were like moths.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go and see the sacrifices... ah no, go and see your children."

"Praise you, sir, my name is Kihi, I am a son of fire, I was unscathed when the volcano erupted."

Keahi means flame in Hawaiian.

"Okay, Kishi, stop talking nonsense, your name is not important."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Lead the way."

The group didn't even eat anymore and went to the tribe where Jixi belonged.

The houses of the Kanaka people are quite primitive and rough in style.

With a single-layer wooden structure, there is no foundation or anything like that. The wood is directly inserted into the soil and the problem is solved.

There are windows at the front and back, so the cross-ventilation can pass directly through the room and dissipate the heat.

The door is just a curtain.

The roof is made of coconut leaves and reed thatch.

When the people of this tribe saw Ji Xi coming with Zhao Chuanxin and the others, they cast curious and cautious glances.

In these years, their fate can be said to be "my destiny is not controlled by me, not by heaven, but only by outsiders."

White people occupied this place, and it changed hands several times, and finally fell into the hands of the United States.

The influx of Asian workers continues.

As a result, as indigenous people, they have become a minority.

Now the local indigenous people have become the bottom class of society. The traditional chieftaincy system has long been destroyed. Because the island is small and densely populated, they cannot achieve autonomy even if they want to.

Li Shutong and the others saw that these people were wearing scantily clad clothes, with various body shapes and thick necks. At first glance, they were all bad guys.

Even local women are full of strength with their fleshy bodies.

I couldn’t help but become nervous.

Only Zhao Chuanxin followed Jixi carelessly and didn't care.

When Jixi came to his house, he wanted to go in, but suddenly thought of something, stopped, bent down, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and walked in first.

After entering, he smelled a strange smell of burning vegetation.

There is a simple bed made of unknown animal fur and straw mats in the room, as well as several wood carvings and lacquerware.

Lying on the bed was a child with a pale face but sweating all over his head, a woman sitting next to him, and an old man from Kanaka standing beside him.

The old man is wearing a colorful bird feather cloak, which is colorful. The black ones are from thrush feathers, the red ones are from honeybirds, and the yellow ones are... in short, it is very eye-catching.

People from behind followed in, filling the small room.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said: "Look, I didn't expect that they, like me, have nothing to do but live in poverty. Oh, it's really sad. Just don't fool me with feathers, coconut bowls or anything like that."

Jixi pointed to the old man in feathers and said: "This is the high priest of our tribe."

Then use Hawaiian to speak to the high priest and report the situation of Zhao Chuanxin.

The high priest looked dissatisfied, yelled at Jixi loudly, and almost walked away.

Jixi, on the other hand, defended anxiously, gesticulating as he spoke, and stamping his feet with his fingers, shouting in a nonchalant voice: "Back off, back off..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it with a smile.

Obviously, the high priest also came to treat the child.

This is called colleagues being enemies.

Kishi said: "Among us Kanaka people, the older we are, the stronger the ma'na is. The high priest doesn't believe that your ma'na is stronger than his, saying that you can't cure Makani. Makani is the wind."

My son, on the day he was born, there was a strong wind outside, which blew down all the houses on the island."

Zhao Chuanxin's body was shaken, he was so awesome, he was a son of the wind.

Then, he put his hands behind his hands, and the old god was there: "On the contrary, in our dragon clan, the younger the person, the stronger the anesthesia. The innate energy of a newborn baby is the strongest. As the child gets older, the innate energy gradually increases.

Disappear, especially when you reach the age of the high priest, you are basically useless and dying, and your life will not be long."

Jixi hesitated. He did not dare to say these words to the high priest.

Only Li Shutong here can understand English, and he is quite speechless.

Many people in later generations believe that since ancient times, the Han people have felt that they are descendants of the dragon.

This is pure nonsense.

In the feudal dynasty, if ordinary people said that they were descendants of dragons, they would be screwed.

The theory of the descendants of the dragon only emerged in the 1980s.

The Jade Pig Dragon from the Hongshan Culture.

As for what it is specifically? That needs to be verified. Anyway, it will definitely not meet the expectations of the general public. It is probably a product that makes people laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin would not mention this kind of thing, because it would lower his qualifications. Li Shutong would not say that he could not make trouble for Zhao Chuanxin, although his obsessive-compulsive disorder wanted him to emphasize something to Zhao Chuanxin.

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Jixi begged the high priest for a few words, but the high priest snorted coldly and stepped aside.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and saw a wound on the little boy's leg. It was long, festered, and even had maggots on it...

There is a knife and a coconut bowl next to the bed. There are maggots dug out of the coconut bowl.

The little boy was shaking all over and sweating profusely.

Although Zhao Chuanxin is not a doctor, he can still figure out what is going on.

He pointed to the wound and asked: "How did you do this?"

Kirsch said: "A few days ago, Makani went to the beach to dig scallops and was scratched by the rocks."

Broken oyster shells are sometimes left on the rocks, and they are as sharp as knives.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "I will give him a method now... ah no, I will give him anesthesia now."

He took out a bottle of alcohol and poured it into his palm.

Take out the match and ask Li Shutong to light it.

Green and yellow flames shot up from his palm.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted loudly: "Kid, you have to pay attention!"

After saying that, he began to recite: "The four major elements are cheerful, and the heaven and the earth are normal. The mysterious water bathes the filth and wards off the bad luck. The two emperors guard the door, the seven spirits make their homes, the clouds and rivers refine and pour, all the qi are mixed and healthy, and the inner and outer are virtuous, and the body is protected.

Huang Shang.

The heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe borrows the law!"

If the flames in his palms hadn't started to burn, Zhao Chuanxin would have had to pretend for a while longer.
To be continued...