CH 23

The weather just entering spring is a bit erratic.

The sun was shining warmly for a few days then suddenly it became cold. The cool sea breeze blew into the castle, filling the place with a chill.

A few days ago, Toby was greedy for the cold, so he changed the thick clothes he had wrapped around him, and walked around the castle with only a thin coat.

In addition, he went to bed at night and kicked the quilt away, so he accidentally caught a cold.

Sneezing, runny nose…

One day passed, the next day it developed into a slight cough.

In the western continent, where medicine is backward and the treatment is primitive and barbaric, cold and fever are already serious diseases.

If you remembered, Xia Zuoyi Desinia was in a coma because of a fever.

Not only the servants in the castle were helpless, but even the doctors in the city or from outside did not dare to diagnose him easily.

The reason is—they have no way to cure such diseases.

Even once the treatment is started, the unique treatment methods of this era, such as bloodletting, blood sucking, and enema, are very likely to make a person’s condition more serious and tortured.

By that time, it would be the easiest way for patients to die directly.

And if the object of the doctor’s treatment are noble lords such as earls and marquis.

Their responsibilities and risks will be greater.

What will happen to the noble’s body, is the outcome of the doctors will be.

If he is put to death, he will pay for his life.

Therefore, on the Western Continent, there is no way to become a doctor without a certain amount of courage and fortitude.

Although the profession of doctors will be respected, there are still few people who become doctors, and even a few are a little famous.

It can be said that the number of doctors in the whole kingdom of Gadaat will not exceed two digits.

This shows the current situation of the medical profession.

And most importantly, no one will think that the treatment methods of fumigation, burning, and amputation by doctors are barbaric and biased, which not only has no therapeutic effect but will lead to accelerated death of patients.

People will only think that such medical treatments are absolutely correct and blameless.

This is the perception of this era.

If you die, it’s your own bad luck. It’s not the doctor’s fault.

But nobles have privileges.

If a noble dies because his illness is not cured, some doctors will be put to death. If they are lucky, they may stay in prison until they die of old age.

Civilians or slaves who want their illnesses to be treated generally cannot afford medicine.

Some doctors also disdain treating slaves.

Therefore, what civilians and slaves can do is to pray and repent to the God of Creation, bleed themselves, practice hard work, and exercise their will.

Generally speaking, it means to get through.

Maybe it will be better in a few days.

Toby also intends to get through it after he noticed that he was sneezing and had a runny nose.

But maybe it was caused by the cold and humid environment of the sea. Instead of getting better, his cold began to become more and more serious.

When Toby coughed for the first time, Gibran was already anxious.

Gibran was worried and nervous.

He was angry with himself that he hadn’t stopped Toby when he changed his thick clothes before so that he fell ill one night.

“What should I do… Let’s go and ask the earl to find a doctor to treat you, Toby. Is it uncomfortable? Do you have a fever?”

Toby shook his head, “Brother, I’m not uncomfortable, but my nose is blocked… Don’t bother the earl.”

In fact, he is very uncomfortable. His throat is itchy and he always wants to cough.

And his whole body is a little soft, there is no strength.

But Toby didn’t dare to say it, he was afraid…

Gibran, of course, did not believe him..

Just by looking at Toby’s abnormally red face, he knew that his condition was definitely not as easy as he said.

Gibran immediately blocked off Toby’s arm that’s trying to stop him, and forcibly touched his forehead, carefully feeling the temperature under his hand…

After a while.

The expression on Gibran’s face couldn’t help changing.

“Brother…”

Toby raised his head uneasily.

Gibran bit his lip, hesitated, but finally made up his mind, “Come on, let’s go to the earl. Toby, brother will definitely make sure you’ll be fine.” 

He took Toby to Xia Zuoyi’s study.

“Toby is sick?!”

Xia Zuoyi was a little surprised, “No wonder I didn’t see him all day yesterday.”

In the castle, sick servants could not appear in front of the nobles, so as not to spread the disease to the nobles.

Servants who are unwell or looked sick but still appear will be regarded as disrespectful to the nobility and will be punished.

After all, nobles do not care about the life and death of their servants.

Especially for “serious diseases” such as cough and fever, sometimes people will be isolated in the room, and they are not allowed to walk out until they get better.

But generally, such “treatment” only causes patients to wait for death in the room.

That’s why Gibran was so flustered when he found Toby coughing and feverish.

He was afraid that his younger brother would not survive.

Now Toby didn’t enter the room either, but waited outside.

Gibran bowed his head and said, “Yes, my lord. Toby is not feeling well. He drank some ginger water yesterday, but it still has no effect…”

Some of the symptoms of illness will use boiled ginger as a medicine to drink.

Gibran, “My lord, I beg you to send someone to find a doctor to treat my brother. I only have my brother… please, my lord.”

He said, and knelt on the ground.

Xia Zuoyi hurriedly waved to let Udit help him up.

“You don’t need to kneel down. It’s not too much trouble to get a doctor. But are you sure Toby will get better after the doctor is called?” 

The doctor is invited to the castle. Toby’s illness may, no, surely will become more serious.

Isn’t this harmful?

Gibran was not sure about Xia Zuoyi’s words.

He wanted to find an example of a successful cure, but after thinking about it, he found that there was no… 

But if he doesn’t pin his hopes to the doctor… who else could he pin it to?

Xia Zuoyi said, “Bring Toby in and show me.”

Gibran suddenly raised his head, “No, my Lord. Toby’s still sick. Maybe…”

Udit frowned slightly, he also disagreed.

Xia Zuoyi waved his hand, “Don’t worry, it’s okay.”

He insisted again and again, so the two had to agree to let Toby enter the room.

After the door was opened.

Toby stood outside nervously, not daring to come over. He whispered, “My lord, I can’t go there…” 

He sniffed while speaking, and coughed twice because of an itchy throat.

After that, he lowered his head even more anxiously.

Xia Zuoy felt helpless, for them, but also for the medical level of this era.

Cold and cough is equivalent to the existence of incurable disease, which makes people so timid and scared.

“Come here, Toby.”

Xia Zuoyi reached out to him, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

Toby finally walked over.

Xia Zuoyi touched his forehead, asked him to stick out his tongue, then asked, “Headache or dizziness? Is the throat just itchy or swollen? What’s wrong with your body?”

“You have to be honest with me, no hiding.”

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Toby, “My head is a little dizzy, my throat is just itchy but not swollen, my nose is stuffy, and I don’t have any strength…” 

Xia Zuoyi nodded to himself.

Not too serious.

He said to Gibran, “Doctors may not be able to cure Toby.”

“But my recent research on herbal medicine has yielded some results, and it can be made into a medicine for the treatment of runny nose and cough.”

“You believe me, I can cure Toby.”

Previously, Xia Zuoyi had deliberately released the news that he was addicted to alchemy and wanted to study various plants.

If someone unearths rare plants, they can come to the castle in exchange for money, which is still valid until now.

Because of this, Xia Zuoyi actually collected a lot of precious herbs, and long ago he ordered people to plant the easy to survive herbs in the castle. Some of the herbs that need to be cultivated are planted by him.

Now, whether it is herbal medicine or ointment research, there have indeed been satisfactory results.

But on the Western Continent, people’s understanding of existing medical means and methods is undoubtedly a deep-rooted idea, and it is not easy to change it.

Some people even prefer to believe that prayers and confession to the Creation God are more useful.

For example, it’s easier to get a bottle of holy water than a doctor.

Although Xia Zuoyi researched some results.

But, in one way, he didn’t have the talent to mass produce.

Second, even if you want to promote herbal medicine and ointment, you need to find a suitable opportunity.

Otherwise, at the beginning, people could not believe that they could cure the disease by drinking only a few doses of medicine.

Gibran hasn’t had time to speak.

Toby said with a nasally voice, “I trust you, my lord!”

Gibran also nodded at this time, “Yes, my lord, I also trust you.”

Xia Zuoyi took two doses from the alchemy laboratory.

He told Gibran to feed Toby some time after lunch, drink another dose before going to bed at night, cover the quilt, and keep the doors and windows open.

Gibran nodded and did it one by one. At night, he slept in the same bed with Toby and looked after him.

Early the next morning.

Toby’s surprise voice suddenly sounded in the room.

“Brother! Brother, get up and look at me, my nose is not blocked! My head is not dizzy…”

He shouted in disbelief while pushing Gibran’s shoulder.

Gibran didn’t sleep deeply. He quickly opened his eyes and immediately sat up sober, “Toby, are you better now?!” 

Toby, “Except for some runny nose and slightly uncomfortable throat, I feel better everywhere!” 

Gibran can also tell.

Toby still had a drooping spirit yesterday, but he looks very good today.

He couldn’t help rejoicing, “The medicine given by the earl must have worked!”

Toby nodded, his eyes shining, “The earl is so amazing.” 

The two immediately got up and went to report the matter to Xia Zuoyi.

…

Xia Zuoyi had anticipated this a long time ago.

People in this era have not developed drug resistance due to long-term use of western medicine or abuse of hormones. It is inevitable that the effect will be quicker.

“Drink three more doses today. You still have to come tomorrow, I want to see your condition.”

Toby said uneasily, “No, I don’t need it anymore, my lord.”

“This kind of medicine is too precious to waste on me. I’ll be able to…”

Xia Zuoyi interrupted him, “Toby, the medicine is made for people to drink. There is no waste, let alone not worth it.”

“You deserve it, Udit and Gibran deserve it, so does Kelly. All the servants in the castle, their lives are important and worth it.”

“You can drink such medicine.”

Although it is impossible to achieve equality for all on the Western Continent.

But he wanted that in the future, all people’s lives could be treated as one thing, and no longer die innocently because of some small diseases and absurd treatments.

Toby couldn’t help crying, “My, my lord, you are so kind.”

Kelly, who is standing at the back, couldn’t help holding her apron and wiping her tears, “Oh, my God, how can the earl be so clever and sensible.”

Udit and Gibran couldn’t help showing moved expressions on their faces.

Briquette and Snowball were scratching and playing with each other in the middle of the blanket but were frightened by Toby’s voice. They tilted their heads and looked at him suspiciously.

Xia Zuoyi, “…”

No, no, this is not a big deal, look at you one by one… 

Xia Zuoyi was embarrassed that even his little feet were together.

As Toby’s illness gradually recovered, a boat traveling on the Volley River stopped at the port of Niramo.

This ship attracted the attention of many people, only because the emblem carved on the hull was the logo of the Nagabi Chamber of Commerce, the largest chamber of commerce in the Anas Empire.

The ship’s planks are on the shore.

A team of knights with feathers on their heads stepped off the ship first, and then stood on both sides of the harbor with their swords. Their solemn and majestic aura could not help causing the civilians or slaves around them to leave.

Immediately afterwards, two more people walked off the board of the ship in tandem.

The person walking in front is a teenager, with a handsome face, a long stature, and a tall posture.

He has dazzling blond hair, which rises and falls slightly with the river breeze, as if gleaming with fragments of light. His eyes are emerald-like rich green, and like water flowing on the bottom of the lake, deep and charming.

Followed by a man in his thirties, he got off the boat and said, “Master Boris, do you want to find a place to rest first, your health…”

The boy named Boris Abel seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He frowned, the corners of his mouth tightened, he waved his hand, and said, “No…cough, this disease is not a big deal. Let’s deal with business first.” 

The man was worried but could not persuade him, so he had to say, “Then it depends on you, shall we contact Bass Richards first? Or should we set off to Wissas first?”

Boris Abel raised his eyebrows, his expression immediately became vivid, “Since the seawater salt drying method was developed by Desinia, the rose salt produced in his territory robbed many businesses of our Nagabi Chamber of Commerce in Gadaat and even in Gaynor, resulting in almost no market for Nagabi salt.”

“Naturally, I have to calculate this account clearly with him first.”

“As for the deal with Bass Richards, don’t worry about it for now.”

“Yes, Master Boris.”

Vincent said again, “But I heard that Desinia is only seven years old now. Do you want to bully the small with the big one?” 

Boris Abel, “…how am I bullying him? Who is not a child.”

Vincent nodded silently.

Yes, you are a big “child” about 1.8 meters tall.