As the boss, Sean was extremely comfortable in his role, not because of the noble reason of not being suspicious of people, but simply because he was unwilling to invest too much energy in such a small matter.

Are you kidding? He doesn't really make money from this.

In this world where wealth polarization is extremely serious, 99% of the wealth is in the hands of 1% of the people, and the remaining 99% of the people only control 1% of the wealth. Even if

If you want to make money from this, you won't target the 99% of people, but the 1%.

Restaurants only serve to satisfy their own needs for food, while also doing some charity, accumulating a little reputation for themselves, and better integrating into the city.

What Sean really wants to open is a medical clinic. His skill training and medicine have reached a bottleneck. In Ms. Elena's words, he knows everything he should know and what he shouldn't know. There is no problem with theoretical knowledge.

, the rest can only rely on your own accumulation of experience and exploration and understanding.

There is nothing more suitable than a medical clinic of your own, where you can study techniques and accumulate medical experience.

But the cruel reality gave Sean a blow. The medical atmosphere in Solo City was even more conservative and backward than that of the Andis Mountain people.

At least the people of the Andis Mountains do not hide their illnesses and avoid medical treatment. Regardless of whether it is the herbal prescription passed down from their ancestors, the mountain gods they believe in, or the weird prescriptions of the witch doctors in the village, as long as it can cure the disease, most people will accept it.

The best proof is that Sean is able to thrive even though his hair is not even fully grown.

Solo City is another story. There are a large number of people who are believers of the Holy Ether Church. They believe that diseases are punishments and tests from the gods to believers, and are caused by lack of piety.

After they get sick, they often do not seek medical treatment immediately. Instead, they go to churches or monasteries to confess, or pray devoutly in front of statues of gods. What they get over is the gift of the gods, which forgives them for their past mistakes. If they can't get over, they can only

It shows that this person has sinned deeply and has been punished by the true God.

When non-believers get sick, most of them will go to a church or monastery. In addition to confessing and praying, they will seek treatment from missionaries or monks. They usually work part-time as doctors and treat people for free.

If it can be cured, it is a gift from God. If it cannot be cured, it means that the monks are not practicing well and are not pious enough to the gods to spread the gospel, and the perpetrators will not pursue the case at all.

Those priests whose treatment failed would also pray and confess before the gods. This was not a show, but they believed deeply in this theory.

People who were treated by them received more praise than condemnation, and many non-believers became devout believers and made various donations to the churches and monasteries that cured them. The amount was far higher than the cost of treatment.

Sean once went to the largest church and monastery in Solo City to exchange and study with a pious heart for learning, but in the end he didn't even get in - they were not open to Andis people.

This made Sean very disappointed with the Holy Ether Church, which is famous all over the world. A church that has not even broken down racial discrimination, and still hypes the equality of all living beings. Isn't this pure self-deception?

No wonder he can only stir up trouble in the core area of ​​the Byron Alliance, and even side leaders like Manyu Military Leader are not welcome.

The height of one's own perspective determines the height of one's own development. If their senior leaders are not aware of this, there will still be a long way to go before they want to develop into the only church in the entire continent.

This did not trouble Sean, but he changed it from overt to dark. After some observation, he was greatly disappointed. Even the most famous monk doctor in Solo City, Jason, the most commonly used non-prayer method,

It is a famous bloodletting therapy.

The two different worlds are surprisingly similar in some aspects of development.

Although there is no ancient Greece in the Ashan continent, there is the ancient Andis Empire.

There are no medical saints such as Hippocrates or Dr. Galin, but there is a magician doctor Eulagius who is famous throughout the continent.

This murderous doctor with mixed reputations became famous at the end of the Ancient Andis Empire. Together with the Mad King, he was known as the craziest warlock in the warlock world at that time. The former was in bloodline research and the latter was in disease research. However, he died in Euler.

There were far more people in Si En's hands than he could save.

Before his death, Olagosien announced his greatest medical research, which was the theory of the four elements of Feng, Water, Fire, and Earth, which later had a profound influence on Ashan's mainland magic and medicine.

He believed that everything in the world is composed of these four elements, including the human body. The blood flowing in the human body is not only the source of strength, but also the source of disaster. It is through it that diseases flow through the body. He proposed the concept of bloodletting.

Some theories of therapy were put to the stake by the rebels before they could be tested.

For a long time, due to fear of it, Olagossen's research results were thrown into the pile of old papers, and it was only in recent decades that they were dug out again.

Compared with the foolish method of using human excrement as a good way to stop bleeding, Olagosien's theory, even if it is wrong, is based on a large number of clinical trials. In comparison, I don't know how many times it is advanced, resurrected, and

It's natural and normal to have such high praise.

The monk doctor Jason was one of the best. Prayer, bloodletting and honey water were his supreme tools for treating diseases and saving lives.

Headache, bloodletting!

Backache, bloodletting!

My leg hurts, let me bleed!

My stomach hurts, let me bleed!

I have a fever, let’s bleed!

When you get to him, the process is just a bloodletting, then drink a glass of honey water, and then let him pray on your behalf. Whether it will be cured or not is a matter for the gods.

The reason why the roses in his backyard are more beautiful and red than ordinary people's roses is because they are watered with the blood of a large number of patients, so they are also called blood roses.

Don't think this is a satire, on the contrary, it is a compliment. Many young lords and nobles consider it a fashion to get a bouquet of blood roses to give to their lovers. For this reason, Brother Jason had to hire a special

The retired knight guards his back garden.

Brother Johnson is not a heartless person. If he comes to ask for something, most of the time he will agree. He just needs to make a small donation to the monastery. The amount is not required, even a copper is fine.

But most of the people who came to ask for the blood rose were young and energetic lords and nobles. How could they be so embarrassed to do such a shameless thing? What's more, this is for their sweethearts. If they really ask for it with a copper.

, doesn’t it mean that what he gave to his lover was only cheap goods worth one copper?

Therefore, charity is never lower than one Byron gold coin. If it is lower than this price, you will be embarrassed to ask for blood roses.

There is also a good story. There once was a viscount from the royal capital who met a beautiful lady while watching a gladiatorial fight. In order to win the heart of this girl who fell in love at first sight, he came here and for a bouquet of blood roses, he made a move.

Thousand Byron gold coins.

At that time, it caused a sensation in the entire city of Solo. Naturally, the generous Viscount embraced the beauty and at the same time promoted the blood rose to the altar of love. Although there are not many Lords as generous as the Viscount, they changed hands.

Even the lords and gentlemen of Solo City can afford dozens of gold coins or even hundreds of gold coins.

Nowadays, the blood rose can be called Solo City's new tool to show off wealth and compare, and the monastery where Brother Jason lives has also grown from an ordinary monastery to the largest monastery in Solo City in just a few decades.

After hearing about this incident, Sean sighed greatly. Regardless of his medical skills, Brother Johnson is an expert in marketing. He donated blood roses that were not worth a silver coin by himself and sold them ten times or more.

A hundred times the price.

Against this background, Sean's medical clinic can no longer be described as empty. It has not been opened at all until now, which is in sharp contrast to the endless stream of restaurants.

Sean was fully mentally prepared for this. Without the reputation of a miracle doctor established in the Andes Mountains for more than ten years, and with an authentic Andis face, it would be damning if anyone would come to him for treatment.

Even the young waiters in the restaurant took nearly a week to recruit. This was due to the sluggish environment in Solo City. If there were other jobs, these young waiters would have changed jobs long ago.

Sean's medical clinic has not targeted ordinary people in Solo City from the beginning, which can be seen from the location of the store.

Sean's target is gladiators, and the medical clinic is only one street away from the world-famous world's largest gladiatorial arena in Solo City.

Affected by the war, Solo City has basically not held any decent gladiatorial competitions this year. Now that the major wars have subsided, it is Solo City's practice to hold a large-scale gladiatorial competition, and invitations have been sent out.

One month later, the 13th Gladiatorial Competition will be held as scheduled at Solo Arena. In order to stimulate more people to participate, the number of champions in this year's gladiatorial competition will nearly double that of previous years, reaching 50,000 gold coins, which is enough for countless people.

Work hard without caring about yourself.

At the beginning of the gladiatorial competition, Sean had no shortage of patients.

In fact, you don’t have to wait a month at all, business will come to you within a few days.

In order to warm up for the gladiatorial competition, it is very common for slave owners to open handicap in private and hold small-scale private gladiatorial battles. Sean knows about seven or eight of them.

As for whether those slave owners will ask Sean to treat their gladiators, that is not a problem. Those mercenary slave owners cannot refuse the free services delivered to their doorsteps - those monks' free treatment does not include gladiators, or even gladiators.

You can't even pay them, because gladiators don't belong to God's people.

In the past few weeks, Sean has been busy walking around Solo City. In addition to Faerûn Castle, he has visited almost every corner of the city.

The result was a big disappointment. It was completely different from the beautiful image of the ancient city and castle that Sean had imagined. Not to mention the rough and messy architecture, the overall environment could be described in three words - dirty, messy, and poor.

Narrow alleys, cross-flowing sewage, muddy roads, dilapidated courtyard walls, houses that are about to collapse, and numb crowds.

As a territorial capital that rules over thousands of miles of land, let alone small towns and cities, it is normal for epidemics to break out from time to time in such an environment. Once the infection spreads, it spreads to a large area.

Not to mention the security. In the past few weeks he has been wandering around, he has encountered no less than ten extortions, extortions, thefts, and robberies every day. If he had not been good at it, he would have been beaten and sold as an Andis slave.

maybe.

Not to mention the discrimination caused by his identity as an Andisian. Wherever he went, people were watching him as if he were on guard against thieves.

The only thing worthy of praise is Faerûn Castle. Half of a mountain has been leveled, like a mosaic. Looking from a distance, it is filled with a strong sense of history. I believe that even if there is a huge gap between the inside and the imagination, it is still there.
Chapter completed!