"This is a cough drop. Take one teaspoon at a time and pour it into a cup of hot water. Remember not to drink too much or drink it directly without diluting it. I gave you six cold medicines, one in the morning and one in the evening. The fever did not subside after three days.

If you want to relieve your cough, come to me at the Anglican Church, and remember to tell the doorman to come to Bishop Martin."

Martin found a small brown bottle, which contained cough drops. It was actually an aqueous solution of extracts from the leaves of a plant unique to the Southern Continent. It had antitussive and calming effects, but it was easily addictive. The locals simply chewed the stuff.

Used for refreshing.

As for the cold medicine, it is a white powder extracted from willow bark in recent years. Luke put it together with licorice and sucrose to make it into a solid pill form. The price is not cheap. Martin can only give it by pills.

, otherwise even though my monthly salary as a trainee bishop is more than ten pounds, it will not be enough.

"You are actually a bishop? Thank you, Lord Bishop." The little boy hurriedly pulled his sister to bow. The bishop is a big shot in their eyes. It is said that apart from the mayor and the local viscount, he is the oldest bishop. The man in front of him looks young.

This young man is actually such a big shot.

"It's just a traineeship. Remember to take medicine when you go home. Don't catch a cold. Drink plenty of water when you have time. You can sprinkle some salt in the hot water."

Martin told the two of them that the family should not be able to afford high-end tonics. Martin did not believe that those tonics really had any effect, but his experience with patients with mild dehydration told him that warm salt water was more effective.

Watching the two brothers and sisters helping them walk away, Martin felt that he had gained motivation today, even though the two brothers and sisters forgot to pay the medical bills. After a while, another middle-aged man in his forties stood in front of the stall holding his left arm and took out a

Copper Finney.

"Two priests, do you really only need that much?"

Martin took the copper coin, looked at it and said, "Really, what's wrong with you?"

"I was injured while working. It should be dislocated."

"Come Jacob, your life is here."

When Jacob heard this, he moved forward and moved his sleeves with both hands to check. When the man was not paying attention, he pulled his right arm forward. Then he quickly pushed it back. With two clicks, the bone was returned to its original position.

Positioned.

"Ahhhh, it hurts." The man jumped in pain and waved his right hand.

"Stop moving, you're going to dislocate your joint again. I'll get you some swelling ointment and put it on the joint of your right hand. I've been careful not to work with my right hand in the past few days." The man stopped moving and got the ointment.

When he was about to say some words of thanks, Jacob stopped him, "No need to say unnecessary nonsense. Go back and tell the neighbors that Bishop Martin of the Anglican Church holds a free clinic every Monday. If you need anything, just come here."

"You two are truly living saints. You will definitely be notified." The man bowed and left.

In the morning, three or four patients came to see the doctor one after another. Martin had a leisurely time after receiving the treatment and was about to pack up and go back when two girls dressed as students ran in here holding a stack of leaflets and looking flustered.

"Sister, let's hide behind this banyan tree. You two haven't seen anyone here, you know?" the younger girl with darker skin said fiercely.

"Tress, please be polite. Gentlemen, we are being chased by those bad guys. Can you help us cover it? Please." After the girl, who was older and more delicate looking, said this, she took her sister and hid in the big hall.

The trunk of the banyan tree was behind him. Martin didn't have time to refuse.

After a while, four or five men in brown police uniforms ran to the front of Martin's free clinic stall. The leader, a potbellied man in his forties, also had a baton in his hand.

The middle-aged fat man looked around and said to himself a little suspiciously after seeing Martin's sign: "Free clinic? Or a bishop?"

After finishing speaking, the fat man looked at Martin and Jacob. Although the robes of the Anglican Church did not look gorgeous, the fabrics were quite exquisite. The two young men were also clean and tidy. They did not look like liars, but bishops of this age were quite rare. Fatty

Not daring to offend, I could only ask in a tentative tone: "Is this really a distinguished bishop here at this free clinic?"

Jacob stopped him from asking, "We are a trainee bishop. How dare you doubt our identity? You still need me to recite a covenant before you will believe it."

"I don't dare. We are just hunting down two students who promote treacherous thoughts. Have you seen them?"

Naturally, the fat man did not dare to quarrel with the two men in front of him. His mission did not include cracking down on counterfeiters. Anyone who dared to impersonate a clergyman in Dunland would be investigated by the Inquisition.

"You mean the two girls holding a stack of papers? Over there, they ran towards the exit." Martin pointed in the direction of the south door's exit.

"Really, sir?" The fat man was a little suspicious and didn't dare to ask directly if he was being deceived.

"What's wrong, you also need medical treatment? There's no need. We have to close the stall. If you have any doubts about our identity, you can follow us to the Anglican Church. I won't lie to you anywhere." Martin's tone gradually became colder.

When the fat man heard this, he naturally didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurriedly called for the remaining people to chase him towards the south gate.

"They're gone, you can come out." Jacob shouted towards the back of the tree.

The two girls came out, and the older one was about to bow to express her gratitude, but the younger one stopped her and seemed to point at the two Martins and cursed: "Humph, we thought you were some good people, but we didn't expect you are also a bunch of parasites.

Come on, sister, we don’t want to be with these insects in this country.”

The older girl hurriedly blocked the mouth of the younger girl, "We can't repay kindness with enmity. I'm sorry. My name is Temesha. This is my sister Theresa. We are students at the nearby liberal arts school. Thank you both.

We’re under cover, don’t leave here.” After saying that, he pulled Theresa and ran quickly towards the north of the square.

"Jacob, you must be too fierce and scared them." Martin said jokingly.

"No, no, Mr. Martin, I think that's why they are so malicious towards us. The leaflet they left behind just now."

Jacob took a piece of paper and said it was a leaflet, but it was actually worse than an advertisement for a stage play or a concert. At least those were printed on a large scale using a copperplate printing machine. This simple poster showed a farmer working, bending

Riding on the spine was a pot-bellied priest wearing a gorgeous robe and a holy symbol. Behind him was a female noble in a gorgeous robe. There were some words written next to it.

"The people of Dunland and the two ogres, the dual oppression of divine power and royal power, come together to resist the corrupt rule. Please support our cause, the Liberation Party will give a speech at the Venus Bar this Friday."

Martin read it out, and then there was a look of anticipation on his face. Jacob asked tentatively: "Mr. Martin, you don't really plan to go and see." Martin replied with a smile: "We are also allowed to drink.

Wine, after all, it’s the symbol of the Holy Blood. How about having a drink on the weekend?”

"Just treat me. I will send back half of my monthly salary for my brother to study."

"Then let's make a deal, just don't snitch to Bishop Ike. If you dare to snitch, your weekly study report will be doubled from now on." Martin joked, as he still knows the character of his little follower.
Chapter completed!