Chapter 91, Trading Office, Medical Clinic: Broken Legs and Parasites

Having said that, when several large bags of coins turned into a few gold and silver coins, Keir was really surprised.

"This is, uh, our guest. How can you help us?"

The old man who sat behind the table again saw Kiel waiting behind him with a money bag in his hand. After looking at it, he asked softly.

Kil came back from counting the treasures in his dream, hesitated and looked around. Only then did he realize that although there were many merchants around, most of them were not here to exchange money at this time. After all, there were villages and towns along the way every day, and money could be exchanged anywhere. There was no need to be here in Thor Village.

The businessman had too much change before and had to lighten his burden before changing money.

Kil himself had no need for this. He stood behind with a money bag in hand, just to get a closer look at their work process and satisfy his curiosity to explore the society of another world.

After thinking about it, he shook the money bag in his hand up and down, and the copper and iron coins inside made a loud collision sound.

Seeing this, he knew what to do: "Well, unlike the guy just now, I have a little less of the commonly used copper coins in my purse. I'll change it for a small amount of change."

He looked at the old man: "I don't know, how is the fee calculated when exchanging money?"

Keir understood that there were so many money exchange processes, and after all calculation, the labor costs must be quite a lot.

The old man looked at the young man with the long sword glowing slightly in the scabbard at his waist, wearing a full set of armor and a hood. He nodded slightly and said: "One percent of the fee. However, our village will only charge this fee. Half of it must be given to the gods, and the other half must be given to the gods for sacrifice.”

After speaking, the old man raised his hand towards the tapestry on the wall.

Kil smiled slightly, reached out and took out a silver coin from his inner pocket, and placed it on the table in front of the old man with a snap.

"Please exchange this silver coin for me a copper coin!"

"Easy. Just a moment."

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After a while, Keir tied the newly bulging money bag firmly to his belt and walked out of the money exchange office.

There were fewer people in the passage outside the room, so it was not as crowded as before. Most of the people who were still wandering and shopping in the passage bought some small commodities made in the village.

There were two other rooms, so Keir walked over to take a look.

One of them has a more serious atmosphere. A large wooden board is hung on the wall, with some large papers pasted on it, and some things are written and drawn. Some useful stewards in the caravan were gathered in front of the wooden board, reading the information on it and talking softly to the people next to them.

Interestingly, on the other side of the room, there are many display shelves with some display products neatly placed on them.

Neat bundles of ropes, square baked bread and dense wheat cakes, neatly arranged iron nails and buckles, a pile of dried hay, an obedient and motionless sheep, a large bale of wool, Sun-dried dried meat and other common trade goods.

Keir found it interesting, so he came in for a walk, then got into the crowd and looked up at the things on the big wooden board.

It turned out that the paper attached to the wooden board showed the quantity and status of various commodities in the village in detail, so that the caravans who stayed overnight could choose the commodities they wanted to buy.

Of course, by adding a small amount of money on the painting, merchants can also paste information on the excess goods they have for sale and display it to other merchants present.

This is different from verbal explanations. The product information posted has been confirmed by the village before dark, and there will be no false product information.

At least the scale and quantity of the goods are fine. As for the quality, each merchant has to make his or her own judgment.

Keir was a little surprised when he heard it. He didn't expect that the most popular product at this time was the sheep that the village took out for sale. The merchants present were chatting with each other, discussing whether the number of sheep they purchased would be enough to travel through the Strange Wind Grassland.

Grinding his teeth secretly, Kilpin figured out what these merchants meant. It turned out that after being protected by Kendall's army today, although they were not attacked by harpies all afternoon, most merchants did not feel that they would be attacked in the next few days. During the journey, the army will not be attacked.

They even whispered secretly, thinking that the army would even suffer massive revenge from monsters.

Merchants who often travel this trade route all know how rampant the harpies are on the Strange Wind Grassland. After all, they are monsters that have been killed by many knight lords in a row. Not only do they have the upper hand here, but they are also numerous. Amazing.

Therefore, many merchants felt that they should buy some sheep and bring them with them in the caravan when traveling through the Strange Wind Grassland this time. After encountering the harpy monster, they would drive the sheep out and sacrifice them to the monster. In this way, the monster would get food. Then they won't take advantage of the humans in the caravan.

After all, although those harpies are powerful and cunning, they cannot speak Common Language, and they look more like beasts. They don't have much intelligence, and they only want food, not money or goods.

Spending a little money to buy safety, these businessmen think there is no problem.

After all, the extra money spent on buying sheep can be directly added to the transportation costs of the goods. As long as everyone increases their prices because of this matter, the people at the next stop on the trade route will have to hold their noses and accept the increased prices.

Nothing wrong.

Anyway, no matter how disdainful these caravans following the army were, Kil himself felt that they would give the monsters a good look.

He wanted to leave here directly, but when he scanned the surrounding merchants, he saw a person and was stunned for a moment.

The man was a clerk in charge of logistics in the army. He didn't have much dealings with Kiel. He was just familiar but had never spoken to him.

There was nothing wrong with seeing this person. After all, he could come here to hang out. It was normal for other people to come here to buy something out of curiosity or need.

But at this moment, the military clerk in charge of logistics was not wearing the uniform of the Kendal Government Office. Instead, he was wearing a somewhat inappropriate businessman's robe. He was holding a money bag and staring at the price of sheep on the wooden board, as if Thinking about something.

This man was accompanied by a town guard wearing ordinary clothes. Even without the guards' armor, Kil had 'trained' with this man, so he was still somewhat familiar with it.

"What are these two people doing?" Kil was a little confused, but after thinking about it, he guessed this person's mission.

"It is probably the Baron or someone else who is preparing to make two preparations. On the one hand, we will see if the army can deal with the local monster infestation, and on the other hand, we will buy some sheep dedicated to the monsters as food in a low-key manner to prepare for the worst."

He shook his head. Although he didn't like this, he understood that there was nothing wrong with it. Moreover, the other party's low-key behavior also means that the higher-ups want to use the military's tough approach first.

Kil pretended not to recognize him and walked out of here.

When leaving here, I vaguely heard the clerk asking the villagers waiting for the transaction to buy ten sheep.

Buy some first and see how it goes.

If that's not enough, you can buy more in the next village.

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There was a faint pungent smell from the last room that was opened.

Kil smelled it before he even went in. People passing by also covered their noses. Some people went in and some people came out.

Of course, this is not a place for people to excrete. On the contrary, everyone who enters this room has a sickly face. This is a medical clinic that uses herbal medicine to treat diseases.

It was said to be a medical clinic, but there was only one middle-aged man in charge of treatment, and there were several other young men and women who helped. There were stacks of local herbs soaked in jars on one side of the room, and the pungent smell came from here.

At the same time, there are some earth brick chairs or earth beds for people to sit or lie in the room.

Several caravan guys or guards who were in poor health were sitting quietly waiting for treatment.

Kiel himself was not sick or injured, and his face was healthy and his steps were strong. As soon as he came in, he attracted the attention of several locals here. Although several young people frowned, they still didn't say anything and let Keir still line up.

While waiting in line, Keir took a look at how the treatment was done here.

Of course he understood at a glance that the middle-aged man in charge here was not a church priest. Although he was wearing a robe, there was no emblem of any god on the robe.

After all, no matter which church it is, church members are required to display the emblems of the gods they believe in and serve in a conspicuous position.

At this time, a caravan man who was rubbing his legs was being treated by a middle-aged man.

The man first asked what was wrong with his body.

The caravan man rubbing one leg said: "Doctor, look here. During the day, due to the chaos caused by the monster attack, I was lying on the ground to hide, and I was heavily trampled by the hoof of a horse. I felt like my leg was about to be broken by that guy, and if I couldn’t still walk, I would be scared to death.”

The man whose leg was trampled by the horse had a bad look on his face. It seemed that talking about this now reminded him of the horror of the monster attack during the day. I don't know if he was more afraid of being trampled by a horse and having his leg broken, or of being captured and eaten by a monster.

The middle-aged doctor said: "Take off your pants first. I need to see the wound where you were stepped on."

The guy was a little hesitant. After all, there were two female villagers in the room at this time, but he was immediately urged by the middle-aged doctor. After hesitation, he still did it.

The caravan man unfastened his leather belt, then took off his washed baggy trousers. He didn't wear anything else under the trousers, and the furry guy was exposed.

The two female villagers chuckled for a while, and then the middle-aged doctor turned around and glared.

After taking off all the clothes, the waiter no longer felt embarrassed, but became faintly excited. But as soon as he straightened his waist, he immediately screamed strangely. It turned out that the middle-aged doctor directly lifted his injured leg and used his hands to Pressed on the swollen area.

"It hurts so much. Please be gentle. Ouch! Ouch!"

Probably to save face, the guy only barked twice and then stopped barking.

The middle-aged doctor pressed other parts of the injured leg, but no sound was heard. He raised his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't be silent. I'll press your leg. If it hurts, you'll scream. If it doesn't hurt, tell me, right?"

Then the guy immediately screamed and couldn't bear it anymore.

Gere smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed. This guy was so funny.

Soon, the middle-aged doctor judged the boy's injury, then asked people to wait, and turned around to order other villagers who were helping.

He pointed at a young man from the village and said, "Bring the wooden plywood that I made earlier and the string for binding."

Then he directed another person: "Go and get a piece of Cordyceps root, the one that has been soaked for the longest time under the jar, squeeze out the water, and grind it into a paste."

He then said to a female villager: "Bring a piece of soft leather as big as a palm, boil it in hot water, let it cool and wait for the ointment."

Then he said to the caravan man: "Don't put on your pants yet. Sit aside and wait for a while. They will call you over for treatment when they are ready."

The clerk held his pants and belt, nodded and bowed, and kept thanking you: "Thank you, doctor. The treatment is not expensive, right? I don't have much money, that's all. The steward of our caravan said that he wouldn't pay until he got to Kavin collar in the south. Money this time.”

The boy unfolded the money in his wallet to the middle-aged doctor. The doctor stretched his head and took a look, then nodded: "It won't cost you much, it's enough."

"That's good, that's good."

Then, the next caravan guard, who was covering his head, came forward for treatment.

"What's wrong? Are you covering your head? Are you injured or have a headache?" the middle-aged doctor asked.

The guard put down his palm, pointed at his forehead and said, "My head hurts and is swollen here, and I can't sleep well these past two days." The guard spoke slowly and lowly, and it was obvious that his energy had been exhausted by the disease.

The middle-aged doctor walked up and took a closer look, touched it with his fingers, and carefully judged where the guard had a headache: "There is no wound, and it won't hurt if you press it, right?"

"Yes, it hurts inside, and it's very swollen. Huh, uh. Here we go again."

After saying that, the guard gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.

The middle-aged doctor supported his chin with his hand, thought carefully for a while, and murmured to himself in a low voice: "There are many reasons for headaches, but the ones that are both painful and swollen are rare. And the physical condition is good, although the mental condition is not good, but It’s just like being tortured by pain for a long time.”

After thinking for a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes!"

He turned around and immediately told an idle villager: "Find a handful of dried rainbow mushrooms and grind them into powder for me."

Then it was over, and he didn't give any more instructions to anyone else.

The guard held his head and was confused: "Is this gone? Can that rainbow mushroom cure my headache? Rainbow mushroom? I remember this thing seems to be poisonous."

The middle-aged doctor chuckled and said very confidently: "Of course it is poisonous, and what I want is its toxicity."

Seeing the guard put his other hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, the middle-aged doctor immediately said: "Do you know the reason for your headache? Huh?"

The guard's eyes were a little confused, and he didn't put his hand on the hilt of the weapon. He asked for advice in a low voice: "Just tell me directly. If I knew why I have a headache, I wouldn't be so uncomfortable these days. I'm almost suffering from this The illness is killing me, you know? I haven’t slept for three days."

The guard's eyes were indeed dark and blue, as if he hadn't slept in several days.

The middle-aged doctor nodded to answer this question: "You guys, you traveled through the northern region with heavy rainfall a few days ago. Did you want to save trouble and drink the water directly in the low-lying areas of the grassland where water accumulated?"

As soon as the middle-aged doctor said these words, the caravan guard immediately changed his expression: "Yes, yes. How do you know that I did not draw water from the well in the village a few days ago, but after the water bag was empty, Just drink the stagnant water in the grass. Could it be, is this the reason? "

"That's the reason. Because you, the guy, drank the stagnant water in the low-lying areas of the grassland, and the stagnant water was unclean and contained parasites!"

The middle-aged doctor pointed to the man's headache: "Headache? Swelling? That's because parasites have made a nest inside!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone else in the room was startled and looked at the caravan guard who looked shocked.

The guard's mouth opened wide, as if the surprise at this moment made his head no longer hurt.

"This, this, this, this, how could it be possible? How could it be possible! Doctor, is there any help? Do I have to find a priest? But where are the priests around? The nearest town is still two days away. Will the insect kill me? Eat your brain? Am I going to die?"

"Quiet, quiet down, you're fine, I can't kill you. Relax, relax."

The middle-aged doctor immediately reassured the guard: "If it's not fatal, you won't die. You'll be fine after taking medicine."

"Really?" The guard looked suspicious.

"Really." The middle-aged doctor said with certainty.

He explained: "Although the parasite has entered the brain, it is not fatal. If you think about it, you have had nothing but a headache for these days."

The guard thought the same thing. Although he couldn't sleep in the past two days, his headache did not hinder his other things. When he was invaded by harpies during the day, he ordered the caravan to move immediately, and his reaction was still sharp.

The guard calmed down and exhaled.

"You are caused by drinking unclean grassland water. Think about it, livestock on the grassland usually eat, drink and litter on the grass. The parasite eggs in the feces will fall on the grass blades and be wiped out by the rain. If you wash it away, it will all be mixed into the low-lying water.”

The doctor nodded hard at the guard: "That's it, you still drink it? Do you dare to drink it again in the future?"

The guard opened his mouth and felt like vomiting, and shouted strangely: "No more, no more, I will only drink well water honestly from now on. By the way, is the well water okay?"

"There is no problem with the well water. It has been purified by the earth, and the water deep in the soil is the cleanest. Let me tell you, I use rainbow mushrooms, a slightly toxic thing, to treat you, just to let the poison of this mushroom enter your head. .”

Seeing the weird look on the caravan guard's face, he explained: "You are young and strong. This poison will not do anything to you. As long as you control the weight, you will only dance and talk nonsense, and you will soon be poisoned by your body." The poison is removed. However, those little parasites cannot stand the poison that affects the brain. They either die in your brain, or they actively find a way out from the holes in your head."

His words frightened the others present, and everyone shuddered when they thought of unknown parasites gradually emerging from their mouths and noses.

The same goes for Kiel, who is not afraid of being punched or stabbed.

But the thought of parasites crawling and living in his body made him feel sick and scared.

I was really scared, but fortunately, he kept hygiene and safety in mind. As long as the situation allowed, he never drank raw water in the wild.

Of course, unlike the ordinary guards in the caravan, there are priests in their army. To the priests, this kind of parasite is nothing more than a minor ailment.

Compared with a broken leg or hand, these are minor ailments that can be easily solved.

Therefore, Kendall's army has been marching all the way up to now. Although it has traveled a long and far distance, not a single soldier has suffered non-combat attrition due to illness or acclimatization.

In terms of medical conditions, the other world is really far beyond his original world. Even the most advanced medical treatment before the time travel cannot reach the level of medical treatment in this world.

After all, even if Kil didn't see it with his own eyes, in the heroic stories told and sung by bards, those heroes were constantly injured, not to mention the parasites that broke their legs, only one head, or even only one host soul left. If you have a broken hand, you can find a way to heal it.

Resurrection and rebirth are the classic climactic scenes in the story. If any important heroic character has not died completely once, he will be embarrassed to come out and mess around.