The twenty-seven-year-old Hana was carefully counting the instruments and many herbs in his room. During the Roman Empire, some doctors had already noticed the human body's blood circulation, and some extreme scholars directly used death row prisoners as experimental subjects.
They were dissected and the human internal organs were analyzed.
However, due to the limitations of the carrier, most of the books at that time were recorded in tanned sheepskin. The cost was high and the production time was extremely long. As a result, only a few people had access to this knowledge, and as far away as the Middle East,
Naturally, it was impossible for him to come into contact with Han Na. The medical skills he learned were all learned from old doctors nearby. Doctors in this era were extremely conservative. Medical skills were almost the only way for them to make a living.
After spending more than ten years of hard work, Han Na only learned a few skills. Most of the knowledge was gained through his continuous practical experience.
At this moment, he was about to diagnose a patient outside the city. These instruments and herbs were all the props he needed for this trip. However, before he was ready, suddenly, a loud laugh came from behind him.
.
"Han Na, it's been such a long time."
When Han Na heard the sound, he couldn't help turning around and looking back. He saw behind him a middle-aged priest wearing a white linen robe and a big beard looking at him. Han Na was surprised and happy, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"John."
He put down what he was holding, shook hands cordially with the bearded priest in front of him, and asked happily.
"John, I haven't seen you for many years."
John, this is a very common Jewish name. It is common to shout John on the street and someone will definitely turn around. But for Hana, the John in front of him is very unusual, because he is his cousin.
Hana's mother was Mary. Mary had a sister named Elizabeth. Elizabeth was much older than Mary. She married the priest Zechariah and later gave birth to his only son.
John, so John later inherited his father's priesthood. And because he was much older than Hamna, he guided Hamna in Jewish faith and taught Hamna theological knowledge when Hamna was young, which is Hamna's representation.
Brother, he is also Hanna's godfather, and his relationship with Hanna is even closer than his parents.
However, unlike Hana, who chose to give up his father's shop to study medicine, John, as a priest, chose to campaign for the Jewish independence movement, spoke out loudly, and gained considerable fame in the Jewish kingdom.
The two brothers had not seen each other for a long time, so it was natural to reminisce about old times. During the conversation, Hana also understood that John was rejected by other Jewish priests who were trying to please Pilate because of his conflict with Pilate, the governor of the Jewish province.
They were pushed here.
John couldn't help but gnash his teeth every time he talked about Pilate, but when he talked about Herod, he hated it even more.
"This guy is in cahoots with the Romans and is not worthy of being our king!"
Speaking of his anger, John couldn't help but slap his legs and curse.
The earliest King Herod was not a Jew, but an Edomite. However, because he saved Caesar's life and married two royal princesses from the former Jewish dynasty, Caesar made him king of the Jewish Kingdom, replacing
The former royal family of the Jewish Kingdom. However, because of his embarrassing background, although he is a Jewish king, he is obviously closer to the Romans than the Jewish King Herod. For the Jews who have lived here for generations, they naturally hate this very much.
A dishonest King Herod.
When the Roman governor Pilate arrived, this contradiction intensified. In order to maintain his rule, the current Herod, the son of the first Herod, chose to join forces with Pilate to rule the Jews.
The king of a foreign nation, an empire with no sense of identity, exorbitant taxes, and brutal rule... all of this led to the rise and fall of Jewish independence movements in the Jewish Kingdom, and John was one of the most intense ones.
Even when he arrived at the Israeli fiefdom under King Herod, he still had no intention of softening and still ridiculed the Jewish king.
"John, don't talk nonsense."
Han Na's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly advised John in a low voice.
He is naturally very clear about what John has done, but Hana does not like fighting, nor does he have a deep independent plot like John. Instead, he hopes that the parties can sit down and discuss. In his opinion, any
Peace is far better than bloodshed...
As a doctor, he has seen too many deaths.
John across from him glanced at him and snorted, but he didn't say anything more, just talking about family matters normally.
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In the dark house, a man with a foul smell lay on the bed. The rotten pustules on his body made everyone, even his relatives, afraid to approach him. Everyone abandoned him, and he could only lie on the hospital bed.
Occasionally he murmured a few words unconsciously.
But Hana was not afraid. His hands and body were covered with layers of cloth to resist possible disease invasion. This was his armor as a doctor, and herbal medicine was his sword as a doctor. He walked
Entering the patient who was abandoned by everyone, he put down the medicine box in his hand, and then applied Chinese herbal medicine on his body.
"hiss……"
Along with the subtle sound, the patient seemed to sense something. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only a calm voice sounded in his ears.
"do not move!"
Hana continued to treat the patient who was suffering from the epidemic. This was his fourth time here. However, with his medical skills, he could only give the patient some psychological comfort. What he did was almost
It's meaningless, anyone can realize that this patient is not going to die soon...
But Han Na still didn't give up. He gritted his teeth unconsciously and tried his best to think of all possible ways...
He doesn't like someone dying, doesn't want to see someone die in front of him, he wants to save him.
"doctor……"
An unusually weak voice came out of the dry and hoarse throat, and when the voice was heard, the patient in front of him had a face that was so damaged by abscesses that it was beyond recognition, with only a pair of eyes vaguely visible.
Crystal tears flowed from those eyes. His instinct of life made him want to live, but he could understand that he no longer had the strength to survive.
"Am I...going to die?"
In that hoarse voice, it was clearly a question, but there was no doubt, only understanding.
Hana was silent. He did not answer the patient's words. The patient did not seem to be expecting Hana's answer, but just talked to himself.
"Doctor...everyone has left me...even my children...don't dare to come near me anymore, why are you still here..."
Hana ignored his words and just continued to use the herbs and the knife in his medicine box to try to do something, but what else could he do?
Hold the hand of the doctor's knife tightly and hold it tightly.
He hated himself for being so powerless and having to watch others die in front of him again.
But the patient just looked at him calmly and continued to murmur after a long time.
"Doctor...you said, where do people go after they die..."
Hana was silent for a while and then said in a hoarse voice.
"Probably... going to heaven."
"Heaven? But I am a believer in Baal, and I do not believe in your Jewish God..."
The patient smiled bitterly, Baal is a god equally widely worshiped in the Middle East, and many non-Jewish peoples believe in him.
He was silent for a while. Suddenly, he gasped hard and said to the struggling Hana in front of him.
"Doctor, can I... believe in your God? You are so kind, your God... must be as kind as you... Please, let me believe in your God at the end of my life."
There was an inexplicable light in the patient's eyes. He looked at Han Na in front of him and almost begged.
However, both the patient and Hana knew very well that Jews did not preach to outsiders. Even if they did, they must have Jewish blood, and he obviously did not meet this qualification.
Han opened his mouth. He instinctively wanted to refuse. All the theological knowledge he had received since his birth told him that he should refuse this rude request. But looking at those eyes, the words he was about to blurt out,
But nothing could be said.
He opened his mouth, but in the end, he fell silent and just stretched out one of his hands and gently touched the patient's forehead.
Nothing was said, nothing was said. The patient, whose vision was already blurred, felt a little warmth on his forehead, felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes.
"About...Shua..."
At the last moment of departure, looking at the figure that seemed to be shrouded in light, he spoke incoherently.
Joshua is a hero in Jewish legend who led the Jews to establish a foothold in Israel. Its meaning is "salvation", and if this name is spoken in Greek, it means...
Jesus.
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In the underwater temple, a pair of eyes suddenly opened. In those eyes, they were cold and dark.