The Lord is Addicted in Infrastructure

The weather that has just entered spring is a bit capricious.

The sun shone warmly for a few days and then it suddenly became cold. The chilly sea breeze blew into the castle, pouring a chill.

A few days ago, because of the cold, Toby changed the thick clothes wrapped around his body, and walked around the castle wearing only a thin coat.

In addition, he kicked the quilt at night when he slept, and accidentally caught a cold.

sneezing, runny nose...

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

In the Western Continent, where medicine is retrograde and treatment methods are primitive and barbaric, cold and fever are already considered serious diseases.

Back then, Xia Zuoyi Designia fell into a coma because of a fever.

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

The reason is - they have no way to cure this kind of disease.

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

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

And if the objects of treatment of the doctors are noble lords such as earls and marquises.

Their responsibilities and risks will be greater.

Whatever the nobles' final health is, so will the physicians' results.

If it is put to death, it will follow with compensation for life.

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

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

It can be said that the number of physicians in the entire Gardayat Kingdom will not exceed two digits.

This shows the current situation of the medical profession.

And the most important thing is that no one will think that the treatment methods of fumigation, burning, and cutting off limbs by doctors are barbaric and biased. Not only do they have no therapeutic effect, but they will lead to accelerated death of patients.

People will only think that such a medical method is absolutely correct and beyond reproach.

Such is the cognition of this era.

You died, it was your own bad luck, not the doctor's fault.

But the nobility had privileges.

If the nobles died because their illnesses were not cured, some doctors would be put to death in prison. If they were lucky, they might stay in prison until they died.

Commoners or slaves who want medical treatment generally cannot afford medical treatment.

Some physicians also disdained to treat slaves.

Therefore, what civilians and slaves can do is to pray to the Creator God for repentance, do bloodletting by themselves, and practice penance to exercise their will.

In layman's terms, it is to endure the past.

Maybe it will be fine in a few days.

After Toby found himself sneezing and runny nose, he also planned to endure it.

But perhaps it was caused by the cold and humid environment by the seaside. Instead of getting better, his cold started to become more and more serious.

When Toby coughed for the first time, Gibran became anxious.

Gibran was worried and apprehensive.

He was so mad at himself for not stopping Toby when he changed out of his thick clothes that he got sick overnight.

"What to do, what to do... Let's ask the Earl to find a doctor to come over and show you, Toby, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you have a fever?"

Toby shook his head: "Brother, I don't feel bad, but my nose is a bit blocked... It's better not to bother the Earl."

He was actually very uncomfortable, his throat was itchy, and he always wanted to cough up.

And my whole body was a little weak, and I had no strength.

But Toby didn't dare to speak out, he was afraid...

Gibran naturally did not believe his words.

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 Toby's arm that was trying to stop him, touched his forehead forcefully, and carefully felt the temperature under his hand...

After a while.

The expression on Gibran's face couldn't help but change again and again.

"elder brother……"

Toby looked up nervously.

Gibran bit his lip, and after hesitating again and again, he finally made up his mind: "Let's go, let's go to the Earl, Toby, my brother will definitely not let you get into trouble."

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 infect the nobles with diseases.

If the servants are unwell or have a strange complexion but still show up, it will be regarded as disrespect to the nobles and will be punished.

After all, nobles don't care about the life and death of servants.

Especially for "serious illnesses" such as cough and fever, sometimes people are even isolated in the room and are not allowed to go out until the illness is cured.

But generally speaking, such "treatment methods" just leave patients waiting to die in the room.

Therefore, when Gibran found that Toby had a cough and fever, he seemed so panicked.

He was afraid that his younger brother would not be able to survive.

Now Toby did not come into the house, but waited outside.

Gibran lowered his head and said, "Yes, my lord, Toby feels a little uncomfortable. He drank some ginger water yesterday, but it still didn't work..."

Some sick symptoms will drink the method of boiling ginger as a cure.

Gibran: "Lord Earl, I beg you to send someone to find a doctor to treat my younger brother. I only have my younger brother... Please, Lord Earl."

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground.

Xia Zuoyi hurriedly waved his hand and asked Judith to help him up.

"You don't need to kneel to me. It's not a troublesome thing to find a doctor, but are you sure that Toby's illness will get better after the doctor is called?"

The doctor has been called to the castle, and Toby's illness may, no, is sure to get worse.

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 much deliberation, he found that there was no...

But if you don't pin your hope on a doctor... who else can you pin it on?

Xia Zuoyi said: "Bring Toby in and let me see."

Gibran raised his head suddenly: "My lord, you can't, Toby is still sick, maybe..."

Judit frowned slightly, but also somewhat disapproved.

Xia Zuoyi waved her hand: "Don't worry, it's nothing."

He insisted again and again, and the two had to agree to let Toby into the house.

After the door is opened.

Toby stood there dawdlingly, not daring to come over, and whispered, "My lord, I can't go over..."

As he spoke, he sniffed and coughed twice because of his itchy throat.

Then he lowered his head even more anxiously.

Xia Zuoyi felt helpless, for them and for the medical level of this era.

A cold and cough is equivalent to a terminal illness, which makes people so timid and fearful.

"Come here, Toby."

Xia Zuoyi stretched out her hand to him: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Toby eventually walked over.

Xia Zuoyi touched his forehead, asked him to stick out his tongue to have a look, and then asked, "Do you have a headache or dizziness? Is your throat simply itchy or swollen? Is there any discomfort in your body?"

"You have to tell me the truth, no concealment is allowed."

The stern little eyes stare at you jg.

Toby: "I feel a little dizzy, my throat is just itchy but not swollen, my nose is stuffy, and I have no strength..."

Xia Zuoyi nodded secretly.

Not too serious.

He said to Gibran: "The doctor may not be able to cure Toby."

"But my recent research on herbal medicine has yielded some results, which can be made into a medicine for runny nose and cough."

"You trust me, I can cure Toby."

Xia Zuoyi deliberately released the news that she was addicted to alchemy and wanted to study various plants.

If someone digs up 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 ordered people to plant the herbs that are easy to survive in the castle a long time ago, and he planted some herbs that need to be cultivated by himself.

Now whether it is herbal medicine or ointment, the research has indeed produced satisfactory results.

However, in the Western Continent, people's cognition of the existing medical methods and methods is undoubtedly a deep-rooted thinking, and it is not easy to change.

Some people even prefer to believe that prayer and confession to the Creator God are more useful.

For example, being lucky enough to get a bottle of holy water is more likely to get better than going to a doctor.

Although Xia Zuoyi researched some results.

But for one thing, he has no talent for mass production.

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

Otherwise, at the beginning, people probably couldn't believe that the disease could be cured by only drinking a few doses of medicine.

Gibran hadn't had time to speak yet.

Toby said in a nasal voice first: "I trust the Earl!"

Gibran also nodded at this time: "Yes, Lord Earl, I also trust you."

Xia Zuoyi took two potions from the alchemy laboratory.

He told Gibran to feed Toby for a period of time after lunch, drink another potion before going to bed at night, cover the quilt, and keep the doors and windows open.

Gibran nodded and complied, and he did it one by one. At night, he slept on the same bed with Toby and took care of him.

Early the next morning.

Toby's surprised voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Brother! Brother, get up and look at me, my nose is not blocked anymore! My head is not dizzy..."

He shouted in disbelief while pushing Gibran's shoulder.

Gibran didn't fall into a deep sleep at first, so he woke up and sat up immediately after opening his eyes: "Toby, is your illness already cured?!"

Toby: "Except for my runny nose and slightly uncomfortable throat, I feel better everywhere!"

Gibran could also see it.

Toby looked sluggish yesterday, but today he looked very energetic.

He couldn't help but said happily: "It must be the potion given by the Earl that has worked!"

Toby nodded, and said with sparkling eyes, "Your Earl is amazing."

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

…………

Xia Zuoyi had expected this.

People in this era have not yet developed drug resistance due to long-term use of Western medicine or abuse of hormones, and quick results are inevitable.

"Drink three more doses of medicine today, and I still have to come over tomorrow. I want to see the condition."

Toby said uncomfortably, "No, I don't need it anymore, Lord Earl."

"This kind of potion is too precious, it's not worth wasting on me, I can completely do it myself in the future..."

Xia Zuoyi interrupted him: "Toby, the potion is made for people to drink, there is nothing to waste, let alone not worth it."

"You are worth it, Judit and Gibran are worth it, Kelly is also worth it, and all the servants in the castle, their lives are very important and worth it."

"You can drink this potion."

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

But he hopes that in the future, everyone's life can be regarded as the same thing, and innocent deaths will no longer be caused by some minor diseases and useless treatments.

Toby couldn't hold back, and burst into tears: "Master Earl, you are so kind, woohoo."

Kelly couldn't help standing behind and wiping her tears with her apron: "Oh my God, how can the Earl be so cute and sensible."

The faces of Judit and Gibran couldn't help showing a moved expression.

The briquettes and the snow balls were lying between the blankets, scratching and playing with each other, but they jumped up in fright at Toby's voice, and then looked at him suspiciously with their little heads tilted.

Xia Zuoyi: "..."

It's not that it's not, it's a big deal, look at you one by one...

Xia Zuoyi was embarrassed and even merged jiojio together.

When Toby's illness was gradually recovering, a ship sailing on the Volli River stopped beside the port of Nilamo.

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

The planks of the boat rest on the shore.

A group of knights with feathers on their heads stepped off the ship first, and then stood on both sides of the port with their swords in their hands. The solemn and majestic aura could not help but make the surrounding civilians or slaves stay away.

Immediately afterwards, two more people stepped off the board one after the other.

The person walking in front was a young man in his teens, with a handsome face, a tall stature, and an upright posture.

He has dazzling blond hair, which rises and falls slightly with the river wind, as if shimmering with tiny rays of light, and his eyes are as rich as emerald green, like the water flowing at the bottom of a lake, deep and charming.

Followed by a man in his thirties, he got off the boat and said, "Master Boris, why don't you find a place to rest first, your body..."

The young man named Boris Abel seemed a little uncomfortable. He frowned and pursed the corners of his mouth. He waved his hands and said, "No...cough, this illness is not a big deal. Let's deal with business first."

The man was worried but he couldn't dissuade him, so he said, "Then, in your opinion, should we contact Bas Ridges first? Or should we set off for Wessas first?"

Boris Abel raised his eyebrows, and his expression immediately became vivid: "Since the sea salt drying method was created by Designia, the rose salt produced in his territory has also robbed our Nagabi Chamber of Commerce in Gadayat and even A lot of business in Gaina has resulted in almost no sales for Najabi salt."

"This account, I naturally have to settle it with him first."

"As for the deal with Bas Ridges, don't worry for now."

"Yes, Master Boris."

Vincent said again: "But I heard that Designia is only seven years old now, do you want to bully the younger?"

Boris Abel: "...I just bullied him, who is not a child yet."

Vincent nodded silently.

Yes, you are a big "child" who is almost 1.8 meters tall.