Please abide by the Basic Law

The best way to treat burns is to keep the wound surface clean and sterile, suppress the side effects caused by various skin injuries, let the patient eat and drink well, and rely on courage and the immune system to overcome difficulties-this is generally the same routine in modern medicine.

As far as Cecil was concerned, nothing remained but courage and hot water.

"Is that all?" The mother watched anxiously as Cecil boiled the water slowly. "Is that all you need?"

Of course water alone won't work, but I don't have anything else!

How could Cecil say this, so he could only squeeze out an ugly laugh: "There is also God's blessing."

"Yes!" The mother clasped her hands on her chest, "Bless Moossi, please restore my son to health, and I will offer you a hundred... a cart of fresh hay, and a small handful of barley."

Cecil asked Luther in a low voice, "Yak God?"

Luther nodded understandingly: "Moose."

"Then what, I don't know your name yet." Cecil asked.

"Mrs. Class," said the mother, "please call me Mrs. Class."

Lady Glass, hahaha...cough.

Klass said anxiously: "Master Knight, is my son okay?"

"It's all right." Cecil choked back his cough, "Let me take a look, hiss—"

It wasn't so real from a distance before, but now when he got a closer look, Cecil realized that there was something crawling in Tyre's wound. He held back his nausea and took a closer look. The white, small , an arch-by-arch thing...

"$#^$&." The wild child who was watching suddenly said something.

Luther translated: "Eat."

Cecil: "..."

It's a hardcore way of life.

In any case, Cecil found the first place to start: picking out the maggots.

When he was looking around for the tools in his hands, he said strangely: "Isn't this wound a burn? Why is it an incision wound? It looks like it was picked by a knife."

"To treat burns, you must cut the wound with a knife full of butter, so that the evil can be forced out." Klass said.

Cecil glanced back at Klass. Even though she was anxious and worried, he still felt that this was not a mother but a stepmother. The maggots probably did not grow naturally, and they were probably fly eggs in the butter.

There was nothing in this place except an unlimited supply of grass. Cecil searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable tool. When he was about to pick out the maggots with his hands, Langdon said: "What are you looking for?"

"Is there anything very thin, long and small, pointy?" Cecil asked.

"You mean needles?"

"……Correct."

Langdon took out a wooden box from the pocket of the gorgeous uniform. When he opened it, it turned out to be small scissors and sewing. He smiled and said, "Let me guess, your regular sewing box is gone?"

Why does a knight order always have a sewing box?

Cecil, who plunged headlong into the gay world, tried hard to pretend that everything was logical, first washed the needles with hot water, and then deliberately built an open fire, burned the needles on it—it was black.He quickly withdrew his hand, threw the needle back into the water and scrubbed it vigorously a few times, but still left some black spots on it.

Nima, I forgot that the needles are not steel anymore.

Cecil sighed, reprocessed the needle, called Tyre, and told him to endure the pain and start picking maggots. I have to say that the little boy's performance was perfect, not only did he not cry or even shout, his face was calm .After picking out the maggots and cleaning the wound, he found that it was quite clean. He didn't know whether it was the effect of the maggots or something else, but such a large opening still needed to be stitched up.

He summoned Luther and said, "Let me ask, how clean can your cleansing technique be?"

Luther looked suspicious: "to what extent?"

"That's right, it just looks clean on the surface, or can it even clean up the skin grooves?"

"Skin ravines?" Luther looked at the liar even more.

Cecil was helpless: "In short, is this cleaning technique powerful?"

"Of course not." Luther said naturally, "What are you thinking? If I have particularly powerful magic, where can I not get national treatment?"

You are right.

Cecil stopped talking nonsense, pointed to the needle thread and the wound and said, "Come on, disinfect these things together."

"What poison?"

"Use a cleaning technique."

"It's too wasteful!" Luther shouted in surprise, "This wound is already very clean, without any mud or feces!"

Cecil: "... put one, or you will never want to eat my food in the future."

Luther yelled "I only have four magic slots a day" and hummed "You will be disgusted by the god of magic for wasting magic like this". Wishing to cast a spell.

This is the first time Cecil has seen magic with his own eyes, and it's actually quite ordinary, nothing at all.Luther murmured some gibberish words in a low voice like a psychopath, made a few gestures that were completely incomprehensible, and then opened his hand.

"Okay." Luther said with a stinky face, "I really don't know what it means."

"in case."

Cecil threaded the cotton thread into the needle, which was not only rough and uneven, but also had such a large eye that it went through as soon as it was threaded.This time, he was a little worried and asked Klass to hold Tire, for fear that the child would inherit his mother's strength and throw him out again.

In fact, there are not so many skills in sewing wounds. The requirement is to be steady with your hands and don't hesitate to go in with the needle. Cecil has experience, because the ship doctor had an accident when he was out at sea, and the intern doctor's hand shook so much that he couldn't suture it. He was the one who took the needle. Afterwards, the sober ship doctor evaluated it as "like a dog gnaws".

This time, he saw how hard-core people in this world are: Tire didn't say a word during the stitching process, and he didn't even change his posture. Although the time was only one or two stitches, Tire was just a little Boy, and this needle is really rough!

"Are you okay?" Cecil began to feel a little worried, and Till's performance now is much worse than before, "Don't you feel it?"

"Oh, no, Lord Knight, please don't worry, I just hit Till's little head, just once, and I controlled the strength. Doctors said that this can calm down the injured patient, and it is very effective." Mrs. Klass He said eagerly, "Master Knight, is my dear little Tyr alright?"

Are you really a stepmother? !

Cecil swallowed his complaints, thinking that new concussion patients should observe more, drink more hot water, and calm down the grief caused by the concussion and the beating of his mother. Fortunately, Till finally became lively in the evening, and he didn't think about it. The desire to vomit, looks good after replenishing water.

The magic elk sent a lot of meat one after another, but there were no more dishes, and there was no shortage of barbecue every day. Till and Klass ate their mouths full of oil.Now, making brine and boiling water are routine tasks every day, and the wild children can do it automatically. Langdon made two more brine cylinders, with a hole pierced through the straw rope, and the children can easily get the brine. .

Till's resilience was astonishing, he didn't pull much the next day, and the wound healed visibly, but the needles and threads were thick, and it was estimated that there would be terrible scars left in the future, but no one here cares about this.

Cecil decided it was time for Klaas to pay the "rent".

"You can check around first." Langdon offered a suggestion, "This area is also on the downhill slope of the Luofeng Pass, not passing by the trade team route of Ebo, and the distance from the puddles and salt water is suitable. , Your initial site selection is very suitable. If you can draw water here, then you don’t need to build a house.”

Cecil thought about it carefully, really, the main reason is that he has not thought of any way to build a house now, the land here is all black oil, and the planting is very good, but it is not suitable for firing bricks, not to mention that he does not have any bricks The leeway, these existing mudrooms were made by magic, Langdon had determined.

He walked around the area a few times, almost laying down on the ground to smell the damp, but there was nothing to gain. In desperation, he thought of a stupid way to ask Mrs. Class to look down.

In fact, of course, this cannot be done when drilling wells. If you don’t drill the water layer, you can see what the soil above is. This is also impossible.

Till's health improvement and the abundant meat gave Klass great encouragement. She had planned to become a wilderness at first, but she didn't expect to have a tile to cover her head. She is full of energy now.Taking a deep breath, she swung her arms and slammed down on a piece of ground. A pit suddenly appeared in the loose ground, and black, oily soil was dug out.

"It doesn't look like anything, my lord knight," Klass said.

"Well, indeed." Cecil said, "Let's change places."

In this way, the two dug a dozen holes of various sizes and depths around the kolba - Mrs. Class's strength is simply terrifying - still did not find anything special, not even a bit of moisture.

It was getting late, but Mrs. Klass was still full of energy, saying that she could punch ten more holes. Cecil sighed and decided to call it a day.

As soon as he returned to the mud house, Luther walked over with a serious expression: "It's best not to run around tonight."

"What?" Cecil asked strangely.

"Ebo's trading team is leaving tonight."

"Tonight?" Cecil asked in confusion, "Why are you leaving at night?"

"The date of departure this year is already late. The trade team will travel day and night, and the moonlight will shine on the way forward." Klass said, "The trade team must ensure that they return before winter comes. The winter in the grassland is very scary."

Cecil didn't have much interest in this, anyway, the mud hut was not on the route of the trade team, and they would never turn a corner to see the wild folk.

Langdon had another suggestion: "Would you like to take a look?"

"Watching the trade team?" Cecil asked strangely, "What's so interesting about it?"

"You haven't seen it, have you?" Langdon asked, "A qualified knight should be well-informed. Now that you're here, you should go and have a look."

Cecil looked at the handsome face of the male god, and immediately said: "Okay, I've listened to you."

That night, Cecil once again refreshed his understanding of the world.