At most, this part-time "doctor" and a few others, with a relatively generous salary, were unable to dig out the entire thing. They felt a little guilty and, out of the idea of being idle in winter, saw that today's rare sunshine was just right. They made an appointment to dig a few hoes and chat while passing the time.

A group of three people ran back to the doctor's house to retrieve his tools and herbs, by which time it had been almost half a morning.

So, when Ryan brought the people back, he could already see Kraft squeezing out an indistinguishable expression and looking at him, muttering in a vague voice, combined with his image of a bump on his head and swollen cheeks, which was quite comical. He lay in bed, listening to his relieved cousin describe his condition to half a doctor.

In the absence of personal history, medical history, family history, marriage and childbearing history, and no specialized physical examination, this guy in Kraft's eyes is far more amateur than the doctor who amputated the limbs of the fire hand. He made a diagnosis based solely on the oral complaints and half of the current medical history of his family - your disease, I think, is a characteristic disease of our village!

In his somewhat difficult to understand narration due to his accent, Kraft and Ryan learned that this was still a doctor with a heritage.

From the untraceable ancestors to this generation, they have worked part-time as doctors in this village, supporting the grassroots medical and health care with technology that basically meets the average medical level of this era.

The main business is generally bloodletting therapy and traditional herbal medicine treatment. Compared with urban clinics, the advantage lies in the orderly inheritance, but the disadvantage lies in the lack of high-tech technologies such as amputation enema.

This medical model, which only exists in historical rumors in the souls of other worlds, can only be described as efficient slaughter, not just plain and unadorned.

However, objectively speaking, after the doctor unsurprisingly proposed bloodletting therapy and local specialty potion treatment, it did promote Kraft's early recovery of speech ability.

He squeezed out a few words with his slightly numb lips in the doctor's surprised gaze, "No need, I'm much better now

In the midst of continuous fright, Kraft had difficulty moving his torso and limbs, but his brain had already returned to normal. When Ryan applied ointment to the scar on his forehead, he could clearly feel that the high fever had subsided, which at least ruled out the possibility of contracting the disease.

For everything that happened last night, Kraft only remembers fragmented words such as snake and scales, which can be summarized as a nightmare of a big snake crawling in front of her in front of the window.

This is not a novelty for everyone present. In this era where neurology has not yet reached the top of the hierarchy of contempt, various complex diseases are still being explained by some supernatural factors.

Whether it's language dysfunction and hemiplegia caused by stroke, weakness caused by low potassium, or limb twitching and incoherent speech caused by high fever convulsions or delirium, they can all be explained as the invasion of some evil thing.

This nightmare about snakes brings illness, and it is only reasonable to explain it as a trick of evil spirits. Given that Kraft has rapidly improved, from the perspective of a village chief with some faith, it should be God's blessing that he can naturally recover without medication.

Ryan hesitated while speaking. Not to mention whether the church's protection does not bless the relatives of collectors of heretical items, as for Kraft's illness, he does not know if the accidental impact caused by his shoulder patting in the morning may have added fuel to the fire, causing a minor illness to worsen.

And Kraft, lying in bed, quickly caught a word in their conversation due to the professional sensitivity of the otherworldly soul. He struggled to move his hand to push himself, but Ryan noticed his movement and reached out to help him up. He piled a small bag behind him with a blanket and gave him a sip of water from a water bottle, making it easier for him to sit up and talk.