In the dream, he returned to Thacker City and the Hanson family. There, he truly became the young master of the Hanson family, living happily with the Hansons and that annoying sister Elsa. He and Habib
They teased the maid at home together and watched Butler Jon and Mrs. Yasili flirting with each other. He also dreamed of Winona Dern, that beautiful lady. She looked at him as if she was about to melt into his arms.
, and then in her affectionate eyes, Alvin woke up.
"Gulu", a long bowel sound made Alvin deeply feel what hunger and thirst are.
He was still immersed in the happy dream just now and didn't want to wake up, but the empty feeling in his stomach forced him to get out of bed and came to the hall of the castle.
In the hall, the robbers were talking in twos and threes, some were dozing, and some were polishing the weapons in their hands. Judging from the appearance of the weapons, you knew that this was either a treasure that had been passed down for more than ten generations in the family, or it had just been buried deep in the ground.
dug out of the soil.
A kind old man with a white beard and white hair attracted Alvin's attention. The old man was treating the wounds of an injured bandit. Not to mention his medical skills, just looking at the gentle movements of the old man's hands, it was not at all because of the patient's identity.
And become blunt, this is worthy of learning and praise.
Alvin approached slowly, but still attracted the old man's attention.
"Young man, you must be a friend of that Mr. Jack, right? I think you don't have to worry about your friend now. Not to mention his wounds, I have already treated him briefly. His physical performance alone
The powerful self-healing ability he showed was enough to shock me. This is a lucky man who has been favored by the supreme god. Moreover, he is not worried about his injuries. His self-confidence seems to be more
Much of it comes from his friend you, so can you explain it to me? Is it your identity, that you are actually a great pharmacist? Or do you have the same magic as your enviable youth, or rather
, you are actually a priest? Have the divine power to drive away disasters and pain for believers?"
"Doctor Mill? Isn't it wrong to call you that?" Alvin casually pulled up a chair and sat on the side. However, this chair seemed to have been snatched. The only reason why it didn't fall apart might be that someone used a rope to tie the chairs to pieces.
The damaged and broken parts were tied up.
So Alvin sat scared and focused.
"I am...but please differentiate between me and other patients here. They are all patients, and I am a healthy person. If I commit a crime, it is also a contagious disease."
Alvin organized his words: "Mr. Mill, I respect your medical skills and your conduct as a person. Please believe that I will not make assumptions about a person's character because of his identity and environment. As for myself,
Indeed, to be honest, I have never engaged in a job related to medical care and have no experience in this area. My friends trust me probably because I may have shown them some different abilities."
Dr. Mir looked around and sighed, "However, in today's world, it seems that you can't live a good life without breaking the law. But I still hope that you and your friends will not stay here for too long.
.I will do my best to help you recover as soon as possible. However, it seems that the wounds on your body are also very serious. I will come to help you after I finish treating this patient."
After saying that, Dr. Mir stopped talking and focused on the work at hand.
Frankly speaking, Alvin, who has experienced modern medicine, saw Dr. Mill's techniques and his seemingly complicated but actually very simple medical equipment, and felt that these robbers were not easy. In other words, people in this era seemed to be
It is not easy. They always put God in the highest position and truly believe that God will come to help them. If God has not come, they will settle for the next best thing, as long as they can enter heaven after death, or let them die.
They firmly believe that they can do this through good deeds, and they will be content.
Alvin knows himself very well. He is a person who hates learning and using his brain. He doesn’t like to see all the puzzling things. The only thing he is interested in is history. He is especially interested in various things.
The gossip of the dynasty and the romantic affairs of the emperors and generals. The only thing left that can be helpful to others is that his posture reserve is much more than that of people of this era. After all, in his era, there were still
Network and island nation.
Seeing Dr. Mir making the injured robber wail like a ghost, if not for the compassion on his face, anyone would have thought that he was avenging his personal revenge, or that he wanted to eliminate a few people from the world in the name of practicing medicine.
robber.
A topical word came to Alvin's mind: "scum". This doctor couldn't be a veterinarian, right? It's a pity that he was only familiar with the history of the East. He didn't know anything about what happened in the magical land of the West.
He doesn't know much about it either. He only knows that it seems that several very famous American presidents, especially the first one, were killed by his own doctor.
What the hell is bloodletting? Alvin can't imagine it. Can bloodletting really treat trauma?
Dr. Mill solemnly treated the originally depressed bandit until he was dying through bloodletting. Alvin couldn't help but think that this doctor was the real saint. He made the king's army represent justice in order to purify the world.
Something that cannot be done.
No wonder Washington received bloodletting treatment from his doctor because of throat inflammation. It was originally just a minor problem with throat discomfort. Through what can be regarded as the efforts of the royal doctor, Washington successfully made Washington, who originally had only a minor problem, pass away.
Leave the world. Alas, why has such an effective treatment method not been retained until now? If that were the case, how could there be so many disputes in the world today? There is only a constant struggle with doctors.
However, Alvin couldn't help but feel chilled when he thought about the original profession of the earliest surgeon in the West, according to unofficial history. Who would know the status of a barber and respect it to such an extent?
Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but ask Dr. Mir, who was washing his hands: "Sir, are your barbering skills as unforgettable as your medical skills?"
Dr. Mir smiled and said, "Well, what should I say? I think they would rather let me give patients haircuts, right? Okay, let's get the soldering iron!"
Looking at the two robbers who had been prepared for a long time, Alvin stared dumbfoundedly at Dr. Mill, skillfully directing the robbers to patiently tie up the robber who had just undergone surgery, and then...
"Stab it!"
A scream that was muffled by a towel, accompanied by the rising aroma of barbecue, filled the hall.
Looking at the satisfied Dr. Mill, Alvin finally understood why people in this world regard him as a miracle when he can help people heal their injuries painlessly.