It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1136 The disaster that swept the tribe... couldn't have been caused by the Lord of Thunder, right? (Monthly ticket adds 1 update)
Chapter 1136 The disaster that swept the tribe... couldn't have been caused by the Lord of Thunder, right? (Monthly ticket adds 1 update)
Although Grete looked at the old man eagerly and wanted to go up and check him out, he never dared to act rashly.
Not to mention that Udian had already warned him, nor that there was a powerful aura coming from the cave in front of him. Let’s just say that there has been a saying since ancient times that doctors don’t knock on the door——
As a doctor, you can only sit at home and wait for patients to come to your door. The most you can do is advertise that there is a clinic here, or ring a bell to let others know "I'm here."
For example, when you see a patient, you grab him and ask him if he wants treatment, or you knock on the patient’s door and ask him if he needs treatment. As a doctor, you must not do such things!
On the one hand, the patient may be afraid of others saying that he is sick, or he may not think that he is sick at all, or even if he knows, he may not appreciate it when others point his nose at him and say so;
On the other hand, since ancient times, when patients seek medical treatment, they always use the word "ask". If they don't seek medical advice, they will not take it seriously and will not listen to the doctor's words.
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If the compliance is not good, the curative effect will not be good; if the curative effect is not good, the doctor will try to get involved, but in the end he will lose his own brand, so why bother.
So Grete shut up obediently, listened to Idian and the old man chatting, exchanging the latest situation, and then took them in. He did not sit down directly, but took them to the back cave, in front of the largest mural:
"Come, little Gretel." Idian stood in front of the mural with his hands behind his hands, looked up for a moment, and waved to Grete:
"Come and pay your respects to the master. Then, let's go have dinner."
Owner?
Where is the master?
Grete stepped forward quickly. As soon as he stood in front of the mural, the majestic and desolate momentum immediately hit his face:
It was a vulture, a vulture that was larger than any bird Gretel had ever seen in the rainforest. It spread its wings and swooped down. Looking at its momentum, it almost rushed out of the rock wall.
The vulture is all black except for the huge white spots on its wings. From a distance, it looks like two eyes open to the ground. There is a circle of white feathers on the exposed neck, and the exposed head, neck and crop are all covered with white feathers.
The ocher is painted with great force, showing an extremely vivid red color.
"Our divine bird, our revered god..."
The old man stood tremblingly on the edge, with his right hand on his chest, and bent down with difficulty. He tapped the ground a few times with his bone stick, then threw a handful of hay into the brazier next to him, and started singing loudly.
The voice was hoarse and cadenced. Following the old man's voice, the tribal warriors, women and children outside joined in the chorus one by one to pay respect to their gods.
Although Gretel couldn't understand a single word of the lyrics, just standing there and listening to it felt like a vast and vast atmosphere coming to his face, as if he were high in the sky, overlooking the flowing clouds and mountains below him.
No, wait...
Gretel shook his head vigorously, sneezed, quickly cast himself a Cleaning Technique, and then cast a Bubble Technique. Then, he moved closer to Idian:
This old man, the hay he threw into the brazier has a hallucinogenic effect!
Although it is very slight and harmless to people, especially to a level 12 nature priest like him, it actually has some effect on guiding his mind!
"Just discovered?"
Idian's voice was thin and sweet, with a little smile:
"It's not okay to be so careless! - Little Gretel, I'm by your side this time, and the other party is not hostile. What if you go on an adventure alone?"
Alas, worry. This little cub is already level 12, but he still doesn’t have much vigilance... He looks like this, and if he wants to travel around the world alone without the protection of an expert, he will overturn wherever he goes!
"Aren't you here...Besides, I don't feel any danger..."
Grete muttered in a low voice using the communication technique. He followed Udian's example, clapped his palms three times in front of the golden eagle portrait, leaned forward slightly, and paid tribute to the sacred bird in the sky. Well, just like entering the temple to worship the god...
Anyway, it doesn’t cost money, just pay some respects. If this condor, or if the god of this tribe wants to ask for more faith from him, he will directly say, in fact, I am the enlightened person of the god of nature!
The moment he lowered his head, a huge pressure came down from the air. Before Grete could raise his head, he suddenly put it back. When Grete straightened up, the old man had already smiled slightly and held out his hand to invite them out.
Grete turned back step by step. He really wanted to take a good look at the primitive style murals in this cave that he had never seen before, but he could only be pulled by Iudian and went out honestly.
Obviously, this cave full of murals is used to worship gods; and their residence tonight, or even the place to eat, cannot be here...
The natives had already placed food in the open space outside the cave. The old priest, leaning on his crutch, sat down on a large smooth stone and invited the guests to take their seats. In front of the bonfire in the open space, the aroma filled the air:
The pale yellow corn lake is bubbling in a clay pot with black and red portraits;
On the flat and smooth stone, the thin corn tortillas were roasted to brown, and an indigenous woman scooped a spoonful of meat sauce with a wooden spoon and poured it thickly on top;
Buried in the ashes beside the campfire are potatoes of various sizes. After peeling off the hot and blackened skin, they are steaming with fragrance...
Grete glanced at it and felt that he was not very hungry. Next to him, Cerira had already picked up a wooden frame with quick hands:
"what is this?"
There was a... well, it could only be said to be a small four-legged beast strung on the wooden frame. Gretel took a quick look at it, but couldn't figure out why:
The skin of this thing had been stripped off, and its four claws, if they were claws at all, had been cut off;
Its four legs were propped up by wood and set up in an "X" shape, allowing the heat from the campfire to lick it as much as possible;
From the four legs to both sides of the body, everything was roasted to brown, and the fat flowed drop by drop on it. Occasionally it fell, causing the flames below to shoot up, stimulating a burst of aroma...
"What is this?" Grete took the beast in her hand and asked Idian. Idian took one look and laughed:
"This is a guinea pig! - Well, it's not a mouse, it's not something you used for experiments, and it's not something you took out from some dirty place. These guinea pigs are raised by local people and are very clean. You can eat them with confidence!"
Grete bared his teeth, but still didn't dare to eat. Guinea pig, bamboo rat, Talaromyces marneffei...
A series of nouns passed through my mind. What if the skin was not peeled cleanly? What if it was not completely roasted? What if...
Before she could finish her thoughts, Cerela had already snatched the guinea pig and started to chew it happily. While chewing, she praised:
"It's delicious! It's delicious! It's really fresh! Ha...it's a little spicy! Gretel, go get a raw one and bake it so it's not spicy!"
The meat of this kind of animal will be fishy, and it may not be delicious if it is not spicy...
Grete walked forward. He glanced over and saw that most of the women and children could only eat corn and potatoes. The amount of food was quite pitiful according to his visual inspection. It was only a small bowl of corn.
A potato half the size of a fist;
Men, especially young warriors, were slightly better off, and could have a bowl of corn lake, a relatively large potato, and a corn pancake - with a spoonful of meat sauce on the pancake;
Only the warriors who seemed to be the strongest could get a guinea pig, or a leg from an unknown beast. The total intake, according to Gretel's estimate...
Anyway, it's not enough, definitely not enough.
Grete's face sank. He carefully circled around the campfire, and almost everyone he saw had obvious symptoms of edema——
This is especially true for the elderly and children, especially the children. Their limbs are like numb poles and their bellies are bulging. The symptoms of malnutrition are quite obvious. So, the old man...
Is it possible that he is malnourished?
Grete approached Idian and asked him in a low voice. Idian sighed and simply took him up and walked towards the old man:
"Dear elder, we in Lin Xing have a saying: 'If a seed falls, a sapling will grow.' You and your people have warmly entertained us, and we will repay you with the same kindness -"
He said and nodded to Gretel. Gretel patted the space bag, bang bang, bang bang, and two beasts fell to the ground. A warthog and an iguana, both weighing hundreds or hundreds of kilograms.
Idian smiled at him and pointed to the beast on the ground:
"This is the prey we caught on the way. We also invite our friends from the Condor Department to have a taste of the fruits of our hunting. Please——"
A hint of surprise flashed across the elder's sallow face. He shouted a few words, and immediately soldiers came forward, dragged the two beasts down, skinned them, cut them into pieces, and the women took over roasting them.
For a moment, the steaming fragrance and the surprised cries of women and children floated out from the firepits and caves.
Gretel couldn't help but smile, his eyebrows stretched, and he leaned back slightly. Idian smiled at him, and then asked the elder:
"Why, is it difficult for the Condor Tribe during this time?"
"It's very difficult. - The God in charge of growth and reproduction has stopped blessing us for several years." The elder sighed, with wrinkles on his face gathering together, looking more and more sad:
"There are fewer and fewer things grown in the fields - whether it's corn, potatoes, peppers, yams and pumpkins. In the past two years, the potato harvest was almost non-existent. Weeds and moss are no longer luxuriant, and we have to look for food on the mountains.
There are fewer and fewer wild animals every day.”
"Our warriors have to walk farther and climb more mountains to catch a little prey... Even our condor, with its sharp eyes, can no longer guide us to the location of our prey.
…”
So, the disaster that swept this tribe was famine?
Grete frowned. Famine was not a disease, so he really had nothing to do. Speaking of which, a few years ago, Teacher and the others killed a demigod who was full of natural power and was in charge of growth and reproduction. Could it be that this caused the famine?
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"Is there any other method?"
"We have tried every possible method...the kingdom still wants us to pay taxes..."
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