"Giogris, help me hold Ascesters."

"Helps, fold the linen in the cold water and stick it on his forehead. Then use another linen to constantly wipe the sides of his neck."

"Hillos, wrung out the linen with boiling water and wipe the wound around it."

"Take out the knife in the boiling water and bake it on the fire."

When Davers took the knife, he hesitated. After all, the previous steps are common sense, and modern people can do it. But the wound is wedge-shaped and must be opened and debride. He only saw farmers injured in a mountain village in his previous life. Sometimes he thought the hospital was too far away and asked the barefoot doctor to do this.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Giogris pressed tightly!" As he said that, he cut open the skin with a knife.

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"He's quieter!" Helps shouted in surprise.

Davers wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with his hands, looked at Ascesters who no longer struggled, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Persis keeps wiping his forehead and neck with cold water, and... Pay attention to the linen on the wound. If you find that it is covered with pus, follow my previous method and then clean it up..."

"Okay, Davers!" At this moment, Helps's respectful attitude was as if Davers were his teacher.

Davers glanced at the small piece of wood chips taken from the depths of the wound on the ground, and a sense of accomplishment arose.

He and Hilos, Giogris walked out of the house, and the anxiously waiting people rushed over to ask about Ascesters' situation.

"He's much better!" Giogris said proudly.

People cheered in surprise.

Davers hurriedly said: "Asisters has not yet escaped from danger. These two days are his most dangerous time. He must fight against the disease by himself. Helps will take care of him as I do."

Davers said to Antonios again: "You must drink more water for your nephew, but remember not to drink raw water, but boil it and put it cool. In addition, when he wakes up, boil oatmeal for him to drink."

"But he will spit it out." Antonios said in embarrassment.

"Feed him again after vomiting. He consumes too much and needs food to support him." Davers sighed, glanced at the people around him, and said, "Assistes needs to be quiet and not let others in and disturb him. The house is kept ventilated, and it is best to create a fire to make the air dry..."

Antonios remembered it seriously, and finally couldn't help asking again: "If everything is done, can Asistes be fine?"

Davers was silent: If one bottle of antibiotics had been in his previous life, a bottle of antibiotics could solve the problem. But this was an era of ignorance that lacked medical treatment and medicine, and he was also a knife.

He could not make a conclusion, so he could only say: "We do our best. In the end, we have to rely on himself." Looking at the slightly respectful eyes of everyone, he hurriedly said goodbye.

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"I'm sorry, I have to go back."

"You wait a little longer, Davers will be back soon."

When Davers and others returned to their dormitory, they saw Matonis pulling someone hard.

Seeing Davers, he shouted happily: "Hi, Davers, you are finally back! I'll bring Xenophen for you!"

Xenophon?!Davs opened his eyes wide, and the man was also staring at him.

In Davers' eyes: Xenophon was about thirty years old, not tall, with the common appearance characteristics of the Greeks, black curly hair, a high nose bridge, a national face, a thick beard, and more special is that he has a rather wide forehead and a pair of smart and exploratory eyes.

Xenophon was a little disappointed when he saw that Davers was actually a childish big boy. Soon he discovered the special thing about this young man: the few people behind the young man who were obviously older than him surrounded him like a leader, highlighting his uniqueness.

"Xenophon of Athens?" asked the young man

"right."

"Socrates's student?"

"That's right." Xenophon became even more curious: he was from Athenians, and most of the people in his camp knew about it. Only a few of Socrates' students knew about it. Most of the Greeks who went to Persia this time came from Ionia, Seselli, and Thracians. They had no money and land and could not make a living, so they came out to make money. Of course, they were mostly illiterate. Not to mention Xenophon, who is still an unknown man, even Socrates, who is famous in Greece, did not know about it.

"Which teacher do you follow?" Xenophon asked hurriedly.

"I don't know a word about Greek." Daphs said calmly.

His answer made Xenophon stunned. His confident expression, which was illiterate and not very impressive, made Xenophon unable to feel any contempt.

"Davs, today I went for a walk in various camps. I heard that there was a person named Xenophon in Proxinus' camp, so I brought it to you. It must be him?" Martonis said as if he was asking for credit.

"You, a companion, insisted on bringing me over, and said that I was the person I was looking for by the 'Gods'. I told you a lot along the way." Xenophon said with a smile.

"Thank you, Matonis!" Davers only had gratitude in his heart for someone who kept everything he said in his heart and worked hard to complete it. He said to Xenophon: "Matonis is a very enthusiastic person. After spending a long time with him, you can feel it."

Martonis scratched his head embarrassedly.

Xenophon understood Davers' apology in a tactful way, shrugged, and said he didn't care, then stared at Davers and asked, "So is everything he said true? God's favor?"

"What do you think? On the land of Persians, will the gods bless the Greeks?" Davers asked back.

"Of course! No matter where we are, the gods have never given up on us!" Xenophon replied without hesitation: "I was also being able to come here by Apollo's oracle."

Xenophon's answer surprised Davers: Didn't it mean that the more knowledgeable people are, the more they believe in themselves and atheism?

He underestimated the Greeks' worship of gods, so he asked in surprise: "What's the oracle of Apollo?"

Xenophon spoke a little excitedly.

It turned out that half a year ago, he received an invitation from his friend Proxinus in Athens. In the letter, Proxinus told Xenophon: The Persian prince Cyrus was a great man, full of kindness to the Greeks, and recruited talented Greeks to do things for him. He had accepted the recruitment of Cyrus from Little, invited Xenophon to Asia Minor to help him, and promised to recommend Xenophon to the Persian prince.

At that time, Athens had just ended the brutal rule of the "Thirty Tyrants" supported by Sparta. The democrats adopted a moderate policy to restore the city-state order and at the same time reached a reconciliation with Sparta. The peace and security of Athens made the young Xenophon want to go to Asia Minor to gain knowledge and broaden his horizons, but he was a little hesitant, so he asked his teacher Socrates. Because Sparta defeated Athens with the help of Cyrus, and was worried that Xenophon would be punished by the Athenian government when he interacted with Cyrus, Socrates asked him to go to Delphi to request an oracle.

Xenophon asked God Apollo: If you want to pray to which god you only pray and successfully complete the itinerary you think in your heart, you will be able to return home safely? The oracle told him the name of the god. After he sacrificed only to the designated god according to the oracle, he set sail to Asia Minor and joined Proxinus's team.

"What is the name of the god given to you by the Delphi Oracle?" Olivers, who was listening, couldn't wait to ask.
Chapter completed!