Chapter 13

“Giorgris, help me restrain Asistes.”

“Herpus, soak the linen in the cold water and put it on his forehead, then wiped the sides of his neck with another linen.”

“Hielos, you wring out the linen that has been boiled and cleanly wipe his wound.”

“Take the knife out of the boiling water and heat it on the fire.”

When Davos took the knife, he hesitated. After all, the previous steps were common sense, which modern people can do. But the wound is a wedge shaped and must be opened and debrided. He only saw peasants getting injured in the mountain village in his previous life, sometimes the hospital is too far away and just let the barefoot doctor[1] do it.

He gritted his teeth and said: “Giorgris restrain him tightly!” After saying that, he cut the skin with a knife.

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“He had gotten quiet!” Herpus exclaimed in surprise.

Davos wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand and looked at Asistes, who was no longer struggling and sighed in relief: “Keep wiping his forehead and neck with cold water, and… pay attention to the linen on his wound. If you find that it is covered with pus, follow my previous method and give him another debridement…”

“Okay, Davos!” At this moment, Herpus’ attitude became more respectful, and treat Davos similar to his teacher

Davos glanced at the small piece of wood on the ground that got taken out deeply inside the wound and felt a sense of achievement.

He went out of the room with Hielos and Giorgris, and the people waiting outside anxiously rushed up to ask about Asistes.

“He is much better!” Giorgris said proudly.

People cheered in surprise.

Davos said busily: “Asistes is not out of danger yet, these two days are the most dangerous time for him, he must rely on himself to fight against his illness. Herpus will take care of him according to my method.”

Davos said to Antonios: “Make sure to give your nephew plenty of water, but remember to not make him drink raw water, the water must be boiled then cooled down. In addition, when he wakes up, cook an oatmeal for him.”

“But he will spit it out.” Antonios said awkwardly.

“If he vomits, then feed him again. He consumed too much and needs food to replenish it.” Davos sighed and glanced at the people around him and said, “Asistes needs a quiet place to recover, don’t let other people go in to disturb him. Keep the room ventilated, and it is better to dry the air with fire…”

Antonios seriously remembered it and finally couldn’t help but asked a question: “If everything is done, will Asistes be fine?”

Davos is silent, if it is in his previous life, a bottle of antibiotics would solve the problem. But this is a primitive age in which there are few doctors and medicines, and he himself is not an expert.

He couldn’t make a conclusion and could only say: “We did our best. It now depends on him.” He hurriedly left after seeing the eyes of the people that slightly revering him.

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“Sorry, I have to go back.”

“Hold on, Davos will be back soon.”

When Davos and the others returned to their place, they saw Matonis dragging someone.

When he saw Davos, he shouted happily: “Hey, Davos, you’re finally back! I brought Xenophon for you!”

Xenophon? ! Davos’ eyes widened, and the man was looking at him.

In Davos’ eyes: Xenophon is around 30 years old, he is not very tall and has the common features of Greeks, black curly hair, high bridge nose, square face, thick beard, and in particular, a fairly wide forehead and a pair of smart and perceptive eyes.

When Xenophon saw that Davos was a childish boy, he was somewhat disappointed. Soon he found something special about this young man, the people behind him who are obviously older than him, surrounded him like he is their leader and made him distinct.

“Xenophon of Athens?” asked the young man.

“Yes.”

“Student of Socrates?”

[2] Thiry Tyrants were a pro-Spartan oligarchy installed in Athens after its defeat in the Peloponnesian War in 404 BC. .