Zombie King of Blood Race

People in this era are not as indifferent as later generations. When they heard that Taft was ill, the whole village rushed over, and they gathered around Tausig and chatted.

"What's the matter, Taft?"

"Why are you so sick?"

"What disease is this?"

"By the way, I remember that Taft seemed to say that he had an old problem, so he wouldn't be repeating the old problem!"

"I also remember that Taft seemed to say that he always had abdominal pains, but usually he didn't have such severe pains!"

"Where are they going?"

"Go to Master Tom, intending to borrow a carriage from Master Tom."

"Oh, that's right."

"Are they planning to enter the city?"

"What if you don't go to the city? Our village doesn't have a doctor. I said a long time ago that we should build a church in the village..."

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you build it, but you also know that our village is really too remote, alas."

"Ugh."

"Speaking of doctors, after you enter the city, you must go to the church. The priest Rhonda there is really good at medicine. He cured my illness."

"That..., uh, uh,..."

"Lord Taussig."

"Yes, Mr. Taussig, are you tired? Would you like me to hug you for a while?"

"Thank you, Mr. Yuri, I'm not tired."

"Oh, so."

God, Lord Taussig actually knows his name? ! ! ! !

Your Excellency Taussig is so polite.

"Alas, here comes Master Tom, here comes Master Tom."

"By the way, why did Master Tom come here so happily today? Last time..."

"Keep your voice down, Master Tom is coming."

"What's the matter, what's the matter, I heard from the Taft family boy that Taft is sick? And he is very sick?"

As soon as Master Tom arrived, everyone immediately made way for him like Moses dividing the Red Sea.Master Tom, who strode over, was not so much concerned about Taft as he was following Tausig's face.

Seeing that Taussig was really planning to send Taft to the city for medical treatment, Master Tom went up to meet him, and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency Taussig, I have prepared the carriage for you according to your instructions, let's go now !"

If it wasn't for His Excellency Taussig, he wouldn't bother to take care of that poor and sick Taft!

Whether he is sick or not, what does it matter if he dies or not?

However, if he could take the opportunity to get close to Lord Taussig, that would be another matter.

He was worried that he would not have the opportunity to show his favor to Lord Taussig.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, this is what I should do."

This is what he should... do?

When did Master Tom become so talkative?

Hearing these words, their eyes shifted for a moment, and the corners of their mouths twitched, everyone thought to themselves.

"Why are you guys still standing there in a daze, why don't you hurry up and help His Excellency Taussig?"

"You, you, yes, it's you, bring some hay."

"And you, go and get a blanket, it's such a long journey, take Taft out..., cough, I mean, what should I do if I knock Taft upside down?"

"Why are you so stupid, I asked you to take the hay instead of stacking it there, and quickly spread the hay on the car for me, do you need me to say anything?"

"Easy, light, I didn't see Taft's poor..., heck, I mean, didn't I see that Taft was in pain? Really, why are you so stupid, what should I say about you? "

Being instructed by Master Tom to turn around, instead of being angry, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the Master Tom they knew. (So, are you all m?)

While instructing everyone, while trying to make friends with Taussig, Master Tom had nothing to say: "Your Excellency Taussig, what kind of disease is Taft suffering from? Why does he look so serious?"

"I'm not sure, but..."

"but?"

"It looks a bit like appendicitis, though."

"Appendix, appendix, inflammation?" What is appendicitis?

Because of the three words appendicitis, Tausig spoke Chinese, and Master Tom didn't understand at all what the so-called appendicitis was.

"Oh, sorry, I'm talking about dicitis." The language of this world is like the English of his world and the Latin of his world, so they should be able to understand English!

"Dicitis? Your Excellency Taussig, are you talking about Apasas?"

As soon as Master Tom said the word Apasasi, the people who were still busy just now fell silent. They turned their heads to look at Tausig in unison. Taft in the carriage, also in pain, opened his eyes slightly to look at Tausig.

What's wrong with them? It's just appendicitis. Is it necessary to be so nervous?All it takes is a little surgery...

Ah yes, surgery.

In this era of the world, not to mention surgery, even treatment is the most primitive way of drinking medicine, peeing, bloodletting, and sawing off (the so-called amputation in this era is basically being sawed off), surgery and so on. Because it's bowel surgery or something, people in this age of the world don't dare to do it at all, and they don't even dare to think about it.

Therefore, appendicitis, since it is acute appendicitis, is not a minor disease that can be cured with only a small operation, but it is a serious disease that can kill people. No wonder everyone is so nervous.

In an instant, he wanted to understand why everyone's expressions suddenly became so tense. Tausig paused for a second without showing any signs, and said calmly: "It's also a bit like gallstones, that is, gall-, if it's gall- -, just drink some medicine to expel the stones."

Of course, the cure for gallstones cannot be so simple, but there is nothing more deceptive than gallstones, a disease that seems to be cured easily.

"Gall-ah."

gall-what is it?

How have they never heard of this kind of gall-?

But it sounds like this disease called gall- should be very similar to Apasia's disease.

In other words, it is very likely that Taft got Gall-, not Apasais?

Huh, I really scared them to death just now.

Compared with Apasais who could kill people, everyone—including Taft, was more willing to believe that Taft got the gall—and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"You, what about you, pull your little brat away for me, what should I do if the outside of my (weighted) carriage is damaged by him? And you... Forget it, it's not too bad, just Do it like that!"

When he heard Taussig say that Taft was likely to get Parces, he was as nervous as everyone else.However, compared to everyone who was more nervous about the word Apasus, Master Tom was more nervous about what to do if the poor guy in Taft died in his car?

Oh, that feeling is really annoying.

"Your Excellency Taussig, do you think we are..." Master Tom said in a soft and pleasant voice instead of the aloofness and raised eyebrows when facing the crowd.

"Well, let's go." Striding out to the 'horse' carriage, Tausig urged Trent, Lia and Lina who were closely following him.

"You don't have to follow, stay and wait for us to come back, Trent..."

"Ah? Ah, yes, sir."

"During the time we left, the two sisters, Lia and Lina, and everything in the family will be handed over to you."

"Okay, um, I mean, I get it."

"That's it!" After saying this, Tausig turned to look at Master Tom: "Let's go!"

"Alright, let's set off now, Your Excellency Taussig."

The roads of this world and this era are not the flat asphalt roads of the later generations. No matter how much hay and blankets are laid by the people, the 'horse' cart will still be bumpy when driving.

The pain was already excruciating, but Taft's pain became even worse after such a bump, and his breath weakened visibly to the naked eye.

It's over, it's over, what gall-, he thinks Taft, the poor man, got Apasus.

Although he had been sitting at the front of the carriage because he had to drive the carriage, Master Tom never gave up his attention to Taft. He soon noticed the changes in Taft's condition and said badly in his heart.

This time he really lost money.

If Mr. Tom is just guessing, then Tausig is wise, and Taft is suffering from appendicitis.

Apparently at this time, Taft himself had a premonition that what he had was not a gall-, but an apasus that could kill him, that is, appendicitis.

"Taus, Lord Taussig."

"What?" Tausig lowered his head and asked Taft, leaning over to look at Taft, "Would you like some water?"

"No, it's not..." Taft said in a very weak voice.

"Your Excellency Taussig..." The sudden surge of pain made Taft frowned fiercely. He swallowed what he was about to say, panted deeply, and said in a trembling voice: "Go back, go back."

"Huh?... We'll be there soon, just hold on."

"No, go back." Taft said firmly.

Hold on a little longer?

No, he was about to give up, and he knew it.

So go back.

Back to the place where he lived for nearly half his life and gave birth to him.

Without immediately agreeing, Tausig fell into silence.

"Your Excellency Taussig..." Taft pleaded weakly.

"..., go back." No more hesitation, Tausig looked up at Master Tom.

"Huh?" Master Tom turned around and looked at Tausig, with a surprised expression on his face.

What did His Excellency Taussig just say?

go back?

What are you going to do?

wait to die?