"알겠사옵니다! The servant understands! What you called ’smallpox’ turns out to be ’pox sore’, ’pox rash’, ’blisters’..."
The will of the King on the xican Plateau, after a long continuance of twenty thousand miles, finally falls upon the far north of Ezo land, transforming into the present eting of Zuwaro and Doctor Caisan amidst the road paved with gold.
The axe of the Kingdom’s Warriors rises and falls again, and the intimidating Warrior steps back two steps, still maintaining a threatening posture. anwhile, Mori no Kiyoshi shudders incessantly, cursing "Shandan barbarians" countless tis, and even more "stupid translator". As for Doctor Caisan, she resembles a trembling white rabbit, cautiously holding that scroll of "Great Wizard’s Prophecy", looking swiftly at the abstract drawings beside it, and then nods frantically.
"Yes! Yes! The densely spotted little figures must be ’pox sore’! The servant indeed heard that, in so places, ’pox sore’ is called ’Heavenly Pox’... This is an extrely dangerous and not uncommon child sickness! Once a child contracts it, there’s almost a fifty percent chance of death... During the ti in Jisheng Hospital, Chief dical Woman Chang De (장덕) specifically lectured on the prescription for treating ’pox sore’..."
"Honored Shandan Chieftain! She said she can cure it..."
"Really?... She can cure it?..."
"Hu Nu! Go to the ship first and bring down fifty jin of gold!..."
"Yes! Chieftain!..."
Upon hearing this, Zuwaro and Loshanda exchanged a glance, waved to the Kingdom’s Warriors surrounding them, and then instructed Hu Nu another word. Subsequently, the two High Priests looked solemnly, tightly focusing on Doctor Caisan’s delicate face. Mori no Kiyoshi, on the other hand, dared not relax, stepped up to perform the translation himself, ensuring clear communication. Well, if necessary, he also planned to fabricate a few words, for he must not inexplicably be killed by Shandan Savages here...
"Caisan! Quickly! Quickly tell this Golden Chief that you can cure pox sore... tell them the prescription for the treatnt, even if you have to co up with one on the spot!..."
"I... I... the prescription for pox sore is..."
At this mont, surrounded by a group of "vicious" Tatar Barbarian Soldiers, under the gaze of all Warriors, Doctor Caisan shook and shivered, shivered and shook, barely able to stand.
Since she was six, sold by her parents into Jisheng Hospital. At sixteen, she began diagnosing nobles, serving them, abducted by Japan at twenty-two, and now she is twenty-six. Throughout, she studied dicine, practiced dicine for twenty years, served many nobles, and even seen the Korea Palace. Yet such a terrifying "grand spectacle" is still the first ti she has encountered!
She widened her frightened eyes, looking ahead, in front of her are hundreds of Tatar Barbarian Soldiers in armor, ard with axes, raising spears, hoisting bows. Looking behind her, are equally hundreds of Japanese Warriors, arraigned in a spear formation, carrying swords. Neither side ahead nor behind are "good people" easy to deal with. Not to ntion, those fearso cavalryn riding high warhorses, clad in iron armor, appearing like indomitable pagodas, looking like wicked spirits drawn from scrolls, nightmares even at night...
"Caisan! Speak quickly!"
"I... I... the prescription for pox sore is... I can’t rember!..."
"이년! Damned fool, idiot! Do you want to die?! Quickly invent one!..."
"Ah! Right! dical books, dical books! In my dical box, there are dical books! The prescription is recorded in the dical books..."
At this, the eyes of Korea dical Woman Caisan instantly brightened. She imdiately knelt in the mud, unfastened the large wooden dical box behind her, and desperately searched inside.
A wrist pillow used during pulse diagnosis? Not it, cast it aside. A small wooden board for tongue examination? Not that, discard. A special small lantern for illumination during dical practice? Ah, it breaks easily, cannot discard, but set it aside. Along with a box of acupuncture needles, containing acupuncture needles, triangular needles, and fire needles, as well as a wooden mannequin marked with acupoints. Then, a horn gua sha board, a small piece of clean alum, so usual dicine jars and packets, a dicine pestle and mortar for grinding herbs, and even a scale for weighing herbs, known as ’dengzi’, that’s a small balance...
These dical instrunts from the Korea Palace, not to ntion that the Warriors of the Kingdom had never seen, even the Great rchant Mori no Kiyoshi, coming from the East Asia dical hinterland of Japan, found so difficult to recognize.
"...?"
Zuwaro raised his eyebrows, watching the "Korea Tribe Female Shaman" pull out a pile of strange "magic artifacts" from a mysterious Shaman Box in front. Especially those bizarrely long needles, and the wooden mannequin full of dots, were obviously filled with a mysterious witchcraft aura! Beside him, Loshanda tensed again, reaching for the battle axe at his waist. If this seemingly frail "Female Shaman" dares to perform a spell of curses, he will, without hesitation, break her spell!
"신이시여! God! dical books, where are the dical books? The two precious dical books I borrowed from Jisheng Hospital to treat the children of the Princess’s house... Ah! Found them! They’re on the very bottom!..."
Under the wolf-like gaze of the crowd, Doctor Caisan knelt on the ground, extracted two thick books while tearing up. Then, she delightfully and eagerly held up these two books, displaying them eagerly to the Shandan Nobles wielding axes, like a rabbit shaking its long ears, her eyes welling up.
"Sir! Look! Here! These two books, there are descriptions of various child diseases, along with matching treatnts... Pox sore is included! It’s in here... Yes! Mainly in the first book! Master Dong wrote it most ticulously..."
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