I have always heard that due to the resistance of religious forces, the treatment level in Western Europe is very poor. It has only been slightly improved in recent years. However, the information I have come across now shows that this improvement is really limited.

Feletelia pushed open the door angrily, and then we saw a group of attendants scurrying around behind the three doctors. The overwhelmed Hans was sweating profusely, and the victim, Father Frederick, had a serious look on his face.

He was lying on the ground pale and unconscious. And his body was like a broken stone in his chest. There was a stone on it that seemed to weigh at least 50 kilograms.

Feletelia looked at this treatment method that looked like an execution ground and shouted: "You, what are you doing?!"

"Frederick, they are treating the king..." Hans guessed that he was not sure, "Treatment...?"

"Treatment? Have you ever seen a treatment where stones were pressed on the patient's chest?" Feletelia's anger was probably continuing, and her outstretched fingers could not help but tremble.

"Your Highness, that is a huge stone that came with us from the north of Scotland. The magical thing about this huge stone is that the bottom of it has never seen sunlight. It is very healing! Not to mention syncope, even mental illness can be cured.

Cure it!”

...With an embarrassed face, I was speechless. Wen Dier didn't know what expression to use to face this doctor, let alone an artistic girl. The girl with a tender face covered her eyes with one hand.

"Take the stone away." Feletelia ordered coldly.

"No, Your Highness, this is a panacea for healing!"

"I said, take the stone away!!!" Feletelia shouted in a high voice.

"That's right! Take the stone away! God, Christ, what did you do while I was away?" A man ran in from outside in a hurry. He was holding a sheep in his hand.

He looked nervous and said, "Hurry up and take the stone away. How can a cold stone be used as a healing formula? Only warm sheep can do it. As long as you put the warm sheep on the king, the king will wake up soon!!!"

I was already prepared to see Philetria kick someone.

"Is it really possible? Hurry up and try it!"

Looking at the female literary youth who spoke seriously, I pinched myself hard. Damn it, I didn't travel through time just now? Why did she also become crazy?

I glanced at the two women next to me. The curious and waiting expressions on their faces made me feel that this world is really crazy...

Just when I was stunned, the big stone on Father Frederick's chest was removed, and the sheep was pulled next to him. But at this moment, the doctor who was pulling the sheep shouted in horror: "Ah!

Ahhh. It’s so terrible. There are lice coming out of the king’s mouth. There’s also a sour taste!”

Hans pulled the frightened doctor and said: "That's a Dutch medicine. Vinegar soaked in lice, but the king didn't swallow it! So the medicine didn't work either!"

"It turned out to be a swallowing problem, which scared me. Now it seems that there is only one way to solve the king's syncope!" The doctor stretched out a finger very seriously, "Hurry up and get my resuscitator.

come over!"

"Oh? Resuscitator?" Feletelia and Hans both said with joy on their faces.

"That's right. It's the resuscitator!" The doctor winked at the two colleagues next to him very proudly.

"Why didn't you take it out earlier!?" the ecstatic Hans scolded.

Immediately afterwards, we saw something like a blower being brought out and then handed over to the doctor's hands.

Uh... This is not just my reaction, but the unanimous reaction of more than a dozen people present. Is this thing that fans the fire in the fireplace a resuscitator?

Feletelia asked slightly hesitantly: "How to use this specifically?"

"It's very simple. As long as I burn the tobacco, then I put the tobacco into the resuscitator, then put the resuscitator into the king's butt, and keep blowing air into it, so that His Highness the King will wake up soon!"

……………

The King of Prussia woke up, but of course the doctor couldn't stick the blower into Fritelia's butt, nor could any Western European doctor wake him up.

It was I who drove away these crazy doctors, and then got cold water and wiped the face of the old man who made the doctor miserable, and he woke up on his own.

Now, Philetria's big sausage daddy was tied to a chair, with a piece of cloth covering his mouth, looking at everyone in panic, and there were red burn marks on his arms.

Four well-dressed Western European gentlemen stood next to the hall, wearing ponytail wigs, silk stockings, dark jackets and coats, and a gentleman's vest underneath. Their faces were lightly painted with white foundation, and their cheeks and lips were lightly smeared.

The red powder on the face, the whole person looks like a peach blossom, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and he does not look like a mentally ill person who came out of a lunatic asylum.

"Hans, what's going on?" Feletelia sat next to her father worriedly.

Hans hesitated before saying: "The thing is like this. After His Highness left, these doctors began to scramble to treat His Majesty the King. Some chose to shout in His Majesty's ears to come back quickly, while others felt that they wanted to feed him.

His Majesty the King's Tobacco, someone finally suggested using

The hot iron bar was used to burn the king, and the pain stimulation was used to restore the king to normal. It was fine at first, but later the king was stimulated by the iron bar and became emotionally unstable. Finally, he shook his chair and fell to the ground.

He fainted when his head hit the ground."

Feletelia sent away these doctors who were making things worse. I also asked Wendell to leave first, and I stayed, looking at the red-hot stove and iron bars, as well as the lips of the old King of Prussia.

Damn it, I suddenly believed Otto's words to a certain extent. Perhaps it was this torture-like treatment that made things worse.

"Do you think I can still cure my father?"

On the throne, the crazy-looking old king blushed, and the dejected back of Philetria next to him made people sigh at the fate of the Hohenzollern family.

"Don't be like this, Frederick." Pennywise felt very sad seeing her good friend like this.

I didn’t know how to comfort her, but Hans said with concern: "Frederick, don’t give up! The doctors in England, Sweden, and the Netherlands are not good. We can find other doctors in Rome and Constantinople."

France, Versailles! These two places have the largest number of nobles in the entire continent, and I think the doctors who serve the nobles there will be better than the doctors we invited."

"Yeah?"

Hans glanced at me, and I nodded and said: "After seeing these so-called famous German doctors today, I think it is necessary to ask the court doctors from Constantinople to come. Similarly, you also have to ask for help from France."

You can go find a doctor with good medical skills."

"A doctor with excellent medical skills and Otto who must be captured." Feletelia clenched her fists as if she had made a decision, "No matter which one it is, it is very necessary for me to go to the heart of France, the Palace of Versailles."

"If you go, I'll go with you!" Hans said blindly.

I worriedly said: "I don't suggest so, Frederick, you are already the last direct descendant of the Hohenzollern family. If you are detained by the French in Versailles, do you want Prussia, which has just improved, to let your family live next to you?"

Are relatives torn apart?"

"What are you afraid of? No one in Versailles knows who I am. Besides, if I don't go, who will?" Feletelia made up her mind and really wanted to go to France.

I thought about it and said: "Actually, I can go. Wen Dier has many friends in France, and I can take care of him a lot there. If I go to France in the name of returning to Rome, others

It's unlikely anyone knew I was there."

"Bringing you with me will make things easier to succeed if I have someone to take care of me. So what are you thinking about? Let's go to France together!" Feletelia said matter-of-factly.

"But no one is sitting in Berlin!" I really didn't expect that Feletelia would become more determined because of this.

Feletelia said like a arrogant child: "I don't care, you handle it. Anyway, this time, I have to go to Paris, France no matter what!"

Philetria was going to France no matter what, and no matter how much I tried to persuade her, she had made up her mind. Seeing that she would leave in three or four days, I had to give her up on this idea.

We can't leave yet, at least not yet, because I'm only halfway through my plan to take the Hessian captives for my own use.

After exaggerating the threat posed by the two enemy countries of Mecklenburg and the Duchy of Hesse to Prussia, I finally asked Philetelia to give up the idea of ​​not going out for a short time, and promised that Rome would send a group of doctors with superb medical skills.

In the following ten days, I asked Pennywise to briefly learn about Constantinople's mail service. They did a pretty good job, and so far I was basically self-sufficient.

At this time, the repatriation of Hessian prisoners has evolved from a simple repatriation of prisoners to an incident where the citizens of the Principality of Hesse hate the Duke of Hesse as the ruler, and the Duke of Hesse does not want these troublemakers to return to the Principality of Hesse. Because I

Through the mouth of the army guarding the prisoners, I conveyed to the prisoners the idea that if the Duke of Hesse did not want them to go back, I might trap them and kill them.

I waited for the stars and the moon for Viscount Imas, the negotiator from Hesse, to bring me the Duke of Hesse's final decision on the group of prisoners. The reply I got was pretty much what I expected. Because I took a two-pronged approach, Hesse

The Duke once again rejected the proposal to have the group taken back.

"It's none of my business whether they die or not."

Faced with such a chilling reply, the Hessian prisoners, fearful and facing death, almost rioted collectively again. Fortunately, they were suppressed by the accompanying troops.
Chapter completed!