Chapter 38 Arabic Medicine
After establishing for yourself that "the weapon of criticism cannot replace the weapon of criticism."
Garris wrote again: "The flood is coming, and the wrath of my father Jehovah will burn like a consuming fire until the sins of all peoples are purged."
After writing this sentence, Garris hesitated for a long time, and then he added: "The death of Christ Jesus, Brother Heaven, is indeed enough to atone for the sins of all peoples in the world. However, Christ only died for the sins of his chosen ones, and did not die for the sins of his chosen ones. The fallen set the path to salvation.”
After finishing this sentence, Garris thought for a long time and never put pen to paper. Regarding the way forward, although he had a secular plan, Garris still needed time to think carefully about how to implement it in the scriptures.
If we don’t talk about things in the scriptures, on a purely secular level, the path for the future is actually very clear.
First of all, he has mastered the basic situation of the nearby villages. All he needs to do is to integrate the surrounding villages as soon as possible to establish a truly organized militia force to guard the labor income of the people in each village.
Then there is the treatment of Alhadi Town.
Unlike the internal self-sufficiency in the manorial economy, these villages near the river valley often rely on handmade products provided by nearby towns to maintain their lives.
In the manorial economic system, there would be specialized craftsmen producing handmade products needed by farmers.
The villages near the river valley actually rely heavily on commodity exchange to exist, but the number of craftsmen nearby is quite limited.
Therefore, after John and the others showed their blacksmithing skills, Skar Village quickly became the center of the surrounding villages' market. This is because people who know blacksmithing skills are too rare in the countryside, and John's skills are quite different. Compared with the blacksmiths in the countryside, it is much higher, so there is no need to worry about lack of customers.
In this case, if you can control a small town with a gathering of craftsmen, it actually means controlling the lifeblood of commodity exchange in the surrounding rural areas.
What's more, there is a trade route leading to Jerusalem via Mecca. The traveling caravans can bring news and goods from the outside world, and take away the output of nearby villages.
While avoiding cutting off contact with the outside world, the increased productivity balance of Garris can be converted into currency as soon as possible to purchase more external supplies, thereby preparing for future big undertakings.
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The sunlight shines through the wooden grille into the house, leaving a strange shadow. If you identify it carefully, you will realize that it is an Arabic phrase, which translates to "the home of the healer".
In this small medical clinic, Abdullah was treating a patient. He touched the patient's abdomen with his hands, asked if he felt tenderness, and checked whether there was abdominal distension or abnormal hard lumps.
Then the patient is asked to stick out his tongue and observe the color of the tongue coating. It can be seen that the tongue coating is thick, greasy and white.
It was clear that it was not a serious illness, not even food poisoning, it was just indigestion.
"Have you eaten anything you shouldn't have eaten recently?"
"No...just eat normally..." The patient felt weak when he spoke, and he could feel his weakness just by listening to his voice.
"Eat normally... Eat normally?" After Abdullah repeated eating normally twice, his old face, wrinkled by time, suddenly looked strange.
"Hassan, how many days have you had that pot of stew at your house?"
When Dr. Abdullah asked this question, the patient seemed to curl up a little, and he obviously understood what was going on: "Actually, it's only been two days..."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh...three days?"
After listening to the patient's words, Abdullah, an old and strong doctor, gritted his teeth and waved his fist with protruding joints. "How many times have I told you...don't eat food that has been out for a long time!"
"But isn't this about saving food and avoiding waste?"
"Can't we do less?"
"Firewood is expensive... It takes more firewood to cook in several batches than to cook a large pot at once."
Abdullah felt like he was punching the air with his fists, to no avail, and after a few exchanges of such meaningless words, Abdullah finally gave up.
He returned to his operating table, took out dried mint leaves from an exquisite pottery bottle, and then took out a few slices of dried ginger from a wooden box, plus some other medicines, and put them into the copper pot. The fragrance and spiciness lingered in the pot. The air was intertwined, and the potion began to boil.
During this process, he asked the apprentice beside him to watch the fire while he massaged his stomach.
"I've been having a hard time lately." Abdullah sighed.
"What do you mean recently? Haven't life always been like this?"
Listening to the young patient's words, Abdullah was a little silent. Once upon a time, this business road was also prosperous, with an endless stream of merchants coming and going, and the town of Alhadi was also prosperous.
The patient in front of me was still young at that time and had no memory. It was by chance that I came here to stop and open a medical clinic. If you calculate it carefully, it's been almost twenty years. Life flies by so fast.
While Abdullah was taking care of the patient, the wooden door decorated with Arabic calligraphy was pushed open from the outside in, and a young Frank walked in. He looked around as soon as he entered.
The Frank was not short in height, had a broad chest, and had black hair. He looked a little bookish, but Abdullah, who was mature and mature, was keenly aware that this young man was good at using a sword and was a dangerous person. .
"Young man, what are you doing here?"
After hearing Abdullah's question, the young man immediately turned his head and said respectfully: "I heard that there is a real Arab medical scientist here, who obtained his qualification from the Medical Association of Damascus, so I wanted to come and visit. Let me ask you something.”
As early as the 10th century AD, the Muslim Caliph Muktadir ordered an examination of all practicing doctors because of the "quackery killings". Since then, only qualified doctors who have passed a licensing examination are considered qualified to legally treat others.
"I'm not a medical scientist, just an ordinary doctor. And I didn't get the qualification from the Medical Association in Damascus. I got it in Cairo."
When it comes to his qualifications, Abdullah is quite happy. The time he spent studying at Cairo Hospital was the most difficult time in his life, but in the end, it was all a blessing.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I heard wrong. Forgive me for not being very fluent in Arabic." This young Frankish man seemed very polite.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. I still have patients here."
"I just want to ask, do you sell saltpeter and sulfur here?"
What happened in Hangzhou yesterday made me feel happy and sad at the same time...
I really like the atmosphere of mutual help among the brothers. I have helped other brothers and taught them how to deliver goods faster.
After all, there are so many people in the world who draw out their swords to help when there is an injustice, but it is true that there will be no good results...
(End of chapter)