I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

As the emperor's private property, the health of the white slave must naturally be guaranteed.

Veterinary antibiotics are cheap, but nutritionally balanced and rich in taste, making their average life expectancy far longer than that of Canadian industrial workers.

Most importantly, they can also enjoy Daming's smallpox vaccine.

Of course, white slaves who use veterinary antibiotics enjoy free bloodletting therapy every quarter, and the by-products of the treatment—serum and plasma—will be recycled by the biopharmaceutical department of [Dameng Industrial].

Mainly for export, exported to Japan, the United States, Europe and India.

Although the antibiotics may be a bit beyond the standard, the quality is definitely safer and more reliable than American products, and it is a sought-after high-end fist product.

All in all, Ming's smallpox vaccine is very attractive in this era.

Countless Westerners are rushing to imitate.

Of course, it's not for saving people, but for the huge profits behind it that are visible to the naked eye.

However, at the current level, even Daming is unable to produce vaccines independently, let alone them.

But they are tireless, always believing that victory is ahead, and they are only a little short of endless wealth.

Many capitalists are also very willing to invest in projects in this area, and even the British and Canadian authorities support such experiments.

Cost reduction is without a doubt a top priority.

And what could be cheaper than human trials using Aboriginal people?

Of course, the British Empire government has Indians as a more convenient choice.

But the British Canadian government was unwilling to let the British and Indian governors take all of this big cake. In order to compete for funding and divide up the interests behind the pharmaceutical industry, they proposed the "Indian and Indian" strategy.

Said that in addition to Indians, Indians are also necessary experimental subjects.

In the original plan, it was not intended for these children to leave the missionary school alive.

Anyway, it is garbage that needs to be disposed of, and it would be best if it can be reused.

As for the implementation of female sterilization on aborigines, it is even more politically correct.

Of course, under today's surgical conditions, it is more a massacre than a sterilization.

The infirmary of the Kamloops Indian Boarding School is a low, gloomy stone house.

The dark kerosene lamps swayed with the wind in the faint morning light.

Melting snow fell from the eaves with an eerie ticking sound.

Shirley tried her best, but she was still firmly pressed down on the operating table by several nuns.

Of course, it is said to be an operating table, but it is just a flat wooden table.

Like a chopping board.

"Sister Alisa, didn't you say that God loves the world? Why are you doing this to me!"

Shirley yelled frantically.

"God loves the world, but who told you that you are 'the world'?"

In the dark operating room, Alisa no longer had any disguise on her face, her arrogance and ferocity were unreserved.

"'the peolpe' has never referred to you! Don't you think that believing in the Lord can be regarded as 'the peolpe'? It is the will of the Lord that guides us to use medical technology to purify your body so that your womb does not pollute the pure Chosen people of God, Amen!"

"Okay, Alisa, stop talking nonsense with her!"

At this time, a man in a bloody gray apron came over.

He is Dr. Braun, a top student from the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal.

Such an experienced doctor would come to such a remote town, naturally to better conduct his own "research".

The research, aimed at better managing Aboriginal populations, was funded by the Inca government.

But Dr. Braun is not purely out of money, but he really enjoys it.

Although... there are already more than a dozen failed works, but this time, it will definitely succeed!

In recent years, Western doctors have not improved at all.

With the strong rise of Ming Dynasty Medicine, they at least admit that washing hands before surgery is beneficial.

But that's when it's time for surgery for gents and ladies.

The current situation doesn't matter.

Braun just wiped his hands casually with a rag beside the operating table, and then put on leather gloves.

The assistant poured out the surgical tools from the instrument box for him.

Also bloodstained.

Scissors, awl, scalpel, hook...

There was a muffled sound of tinkling and colliding.

Shirley's mouth was strangled with a towel and held tightly by two nuns.All she could do was whine.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

That face, which is no different from the Mongols, or in other words, from many Chinese, is full of despair...

I tried my best.

If Lord you really exist.

I want to tell you that I really tried my best.

You say we are barbaric.

We have made a change by working hard to learn your language and learn to live like you.

But in the end, we can't become you after all...

in case.

There really is a savior in this world, and it definitely won't be you!

boom--

Just as Shirley closed her eyes in pain, waiting to be disembowelled, a violent bang sounded in the distance.

The stone house trembled violently, and a stone fell, hitting Sister Eliza on the head.

She screamed and covered her head, Shirley took the opportunity to get up.

But no one cares about her now.

"Oh my God!"

A nun panicked and pointed out the window, "Look, the statue of Our Lady on the square exploded!"

Chapter 632 The only vocation

"Fix the scene and collect evidence!"

"Turn on the law enforcement recorder and record the testimony of these beasts!"

"Don't miss a single detail!"

"..."

Shirley's eyes widened, and a group of people she had never seen smashed open the door of the operating room and entered.

Bind all the doctors and nuns.

These people are dressed in bright clothes, and the beautiful long skirts have been carefully designed, which is majestic but does not hinder the movement.

At the head was an emaciated man.

Compared with a fair Inuit like Shirley, she looks a little darker.

But Shirley recognized at a glance that he was also an aboriginal of this land.

He held the exquisitely crafted waist knife with one hand, and grabbed a man with deformed facial features and missing several front teeth with the other.

Shirley could barely recognize that this humanoid creature was Fred who was guarding the clock tower.

……

"Master Commander, another child's corpse pit was discovered...the inside is horrific..."

"Got it, keep searching."

There was not the slightest ripple on Yin Were's eternal face.

He threw the old white man in his hand to the ground.

I found this remote human laboratory just now, and I relied on this old man to guide me.

But this didn't make Yin Were feel any good towards him.

Because the guards in Jinyi had discovered something disgusting inside the bell tower.

"Oh, damn it, I know you guys, your damn Asian carp suits, and that Chinese waist knife!"

Doctor Braun screamed, "You are the internal affairs police of the Ming Dynasty, right! What right do you have to beat a gentleman like me on the territory of the British Empire!"

As the commander of Jin Yiwei and the top senior official of Ming Dynasty, Yin Weat naturally had a special interpreter by his side.

He was a thin white guy with a thick Irish accent and a shiny little parted hair.

He held his favorite green round hat in his hand, and wore a black silk cardigan with a white shirt underneath.

He was wearing a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes, and there was a pinch of iconic yellow fur at the corner of his mouth, and a dog skin plaster was stuck on his forehead, and he held a sun and moon folding fan in his hand.

This set of equipment was bestowed by Lord Long Live.

Sean likes it a lot.

As the first batch of white slaves, Xiao En was able to stand out among many companions and serve the Ming Imperial Army as a progressive white slave. Sean felt extremely honored.

As for the conferment of the Son of Heaven, that is an even greater honor.

According to relevant regulations, if you have worked for the Ming army for 15 years, you will be able to obtain Ming citizenship equivalent to Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese without Zhuka.

Compared with Chen Yongren and others who retired from [White Hound], the treatment may be much worse.

But compared to the white people below the mine, or even the white people in his hometown in Ireland, Sean is only grateful.

There is no way to be grateful.

Daming can't come in vain, he must be strong forever, so that his contribution will be meaningful.

"Nonsence!"

Sean jumped up, kicked Braun on the chest, and spit thick phlegm at him, "Open your dog eyes and see, this is our relative of the Ming Dynasty, the cousin of the imperial concubine Yin, The emperor's most trusted uncle, Yin Weasel, who is known as the cold-faced and fierce tiger of the empire, Mr. Itachi!"

"Master Itachi is the commander-in-chief of the Son of Heaven's army. Under the sky, there is no one whom Lord Itachi can't enforce. Even if Jesus returns to the world, Master Itachi says he wants to go on a wooden donkey, so he won't be able to go to the cross. You little one Doctor, what right do you have to yell in front of us Itachi-sama?"

Shirley blinked hard.

She was a little confused.

Aren't these soldiers who suddenly appeared angels who came to save themselves?

Why don't you look like a good person?

……

Just don't look like a good person.

If Zhu Fugui was here, he would eat the popcorn and say, "It's the right taste, it's the right taste, Jinyiwei Fanzi is just a taste!"

The Son of Heaven is close to the army, and the imperial power licenses him to kill first and then play. If he says to kill your whole family, he will kill your whole family. What do you think?

Of course, Sean dared to yell at foreigners like this.

If he were a citizen of Ming Dynasty, he wouldn't dare to do this.

In fact, all the people who came today were from Jinyiwei Beizhen Fusi.

Although they are all called Jinyiwei, in fact, the division of labor between the North and South Town Fusi has become more and more different.

Beizhen Fusi still retains pure military functions.

They are the ones who are talking about viciously.