The weather just entering spring was a bit erratic.
The sun was shining warmly for a few days then it became cold all of a sudden. The cool sea breeze blew into the castle, filling the place with chill.
A few days ago, Toby craved the cold weather. He changed the thick clothes wrapped around him and walked around the castle with only a thin coat.
In addition, when he went to bed at night, he kicked the quilt away, so he caught a cold accidentally.
He sneezed and had a runny nose…
One day passed, and the next day, it developed into a slight cough.
In the Western Continent, where medicine was backward and the treatment was primitive and barbaric, cold and fever were already serious diseases.
If you could still remember, Xia Zuoyi Desinia was in a coma because of a fever.
Not only the servants in the castle were helpless, but even the doctors in the city or from outside did not dare to diagnose him easily.
The reason was—they had no way to cure such diseases.
Even once the treatment was started, the unique treatment methods of this era, such as bloodletting, blood-sucking, and enema, were very likely to make the person’s condition more serious and torturous.
By that time, it would be the most merciful way for patients to die directly.
And if the object of the doctor’s treatment were noble lords such as earls and marquis.
Their responsibilities and risks would be even greater.
What would happen to the noble’s body was the outcome for the doctors.
If they died, he would pay for his life.
Therefore, on the Western Continent, becoming a doctor without a certain amount of courage and fortitude was unthinkable.
Although the profession of doctors would be respected, there were still few people who became doctors and even fewer who were a little famous.
It could be said that the number of doctors in the whole kingdom of Gadaat did not exceed two digits.
This showed the current situation of the medical profession.
Most importantly, no one would think that the treatment methods of the doctors—fumigation, burning, and amputation—were barbaric and biased, which not only had no therapeutic effect but would lead to the accelerated death of the patients.
People would only think that such medical treatments were absolutely correct and blameless.
This was the perception of this era.
If you died, it was because of your own bad luck. It was not the doctor’s fault.
But nobles had privileges.
If a noble died because his illness was not cured, some doctors would be sentenced to death. If they were lucky, they may stay in prison until they die of old age.
In general, the civilians or slaves who wanted their illnesses to be treated could not afford the medicine.
Some doctors also disdained treating slaves.
Therefore, what the civilians and slaves could only do was pray and repent to the God of Creation, self-bloodletting, practice hard work, and exercise their will.
Generally speaking, it meant ‘to get through it on their own’.
Maybe it would be better in a few days.
Toby also intended to get through it after he noticed that he was sneezing and had a runny nose.
But maybe it was caused by the cold and humid environment by the sea, instead of getting better, his cold began to become more and more serious.
When Toby coughed for the first time, Gibran was already anxious.
Gibran was worried and nervous.
He was scolding himself because he had not stopped Toby when he changed his thick clothes before, so he fell ill one night.
“What should I do… Let’s go and ask the earl to find a doctor to treat you, Toby. Is it uncomfortable? Do you have a fever?”
Toby shook his head, “Brother, I’m not uncomfortable, but my nose is blocked… Don’t bother the earl.”
In fact, he was very uncomfortable. His throat was itchy and he always wanted to cough.
And his whole body was a little weak. He had no strength.
But Toby did not dare to say it. He was afraid…
Gibran, of course, did not believe him.
Just by looking at Toby’s abnormally red face, he knew that his condition was definitely not as light as he said.
Gibran immediately blocked off Toby’s arm which was trying to stop him. He touched his forehead forcibly and felt the temperature under his hand carefully…
After a while.
The expression on Gibran’s face could not help changing.
“Brother…”
Toby raised his head uneasily.
Gibran bit his lip, hesitated, but finally made up his mind, “Come on, let’s go to the earl. Toby, brother will definitely make sure you’ll be fine.”
He took Toby to Xia Zuoyi’s study.
“Toby is sick?!”
Xia Zuoyi was a little surprised, “No wonder I didn’t see him all day yesterday.”
In the castle, sick servants could not appear in front of the nobles, so as not to spread the disease to the nobles.
The servants who were unwell or looked sick but still appeared in front of them would be regarded as disrespecting the nobility and would be punished.
After all, nobles did not care about the life and death of their servants.
Especially for “serious diseases” such as cough and fever. Sometimes, they would be isolated in the room and were not allowed to walk out until they got better.
But generally, such “treatment” only caused the patients to wait for death in the room.
That was why Gibran was so flustered when he found Toby coughing and feverish.
He was afraid that his younger brother would not survive.
Now, Toby did not enter the room either but waited outside.
Gibran bowed his head and said, “Yes, my lord. Toby is not feeling well. He drank some ginger water yesterday, but it still has no effect…”
To cure some of the symptoms of the illness, they would use boiled ginger as a medicine to drink.
Gibran: “My lord, I beg you to send someone to find a doctor to treat my brother. I only have my brother… Please, my lord.”
He said and knelt on the ground.
Xia Zuoyi waved hurriedly to Udit to help him up.
“You don’t need to kneel down. It’s not too much trouble to get a doctor. But are you sure Toby will get better after the doctor is called?”
If the doctor was invited to the castle, Toby’s illness might–no–would surely become more serious.
Would it not be harmful?
Gibran became unsure about Xia Zuoyi’s words.
He wanted to find an example of a successful cure, but after thinking about it, he found that there was none…
But if he did not pin his hopes to the doctor…who else could he pin it to?
Xia Zuoyi said, “Bring Toby in and show me.”
Gibran raised his head suddenly, “No, my lord. Toby’s still sick. Maybe…”
Udit frowned slightly. He also disagreed.
Xia Zuoyi waved his hand, “Don’t worry, it’s okay.”
He insisted again and again, so the two had to agree to let Toby enter the room.
After the door was opened.
Toby stood outside nervously, not daring to come over. He whispered, “My lord, I can’t go there…”
He sniffed while speaking and coughed twice because of an itchy throat.
After that, he lowered his head even more anxiously.
Xia Zuoy felt helpless—for them, but also for the medical level of this era.
Cold and cough were equivalent to the existence of an incurable disease, which made people so timid and scared.
“Come here, Toby.”
Xia Zuoyi reached out to him, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”
Toby finally walked over.
Xia Zuoyi touched his forehead, asked him to stick out his tongue, and then asked, “Headache or dizziness? Is your throat just itchy or is it swollen? What’s wrong with your body?”
“You have to be honest with me, no hiding.”
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Toby: “My head is a little dizzy. My throat is just itchy but not swollen. My nose is stuffy, and I don’t have any strength…”
Xia Zuoyi nodded to himself.
‘Not too serious then.’
He said to Gibran, “Doctors may not be able to cure Toby.”
“But my recent research on herbal medicine has yielded some results. It can be made into a medicine for treating runny nose and cough.”
“Believe me, I can cure Toby.”
Previously, Xia Zuoyi had released the news that he was addicted to alchemy and wanted to study various plants deliberately.
If someone unearthed rare plants, they could come to the castle in exchange for money. It was still valid up until now.
Because of this, Xia Zuoyi actually collected a lot of precious herbs. Not too long ago, he ordered people to plant the herbs that could survive in the castle. Some of the herbs that needed to be cultivated were planted by him.
Now, whether it was herbal medicine or ointment research, there had indeed been satisfactory results.
But on the Western Continent, people’s understanding of existing medical means and methods was undoubtedly a deep-rooted idea. It was not easy to change it.
Some people even preferred to believe that prayers and confessions to the God of Creation were more useful.
For example, it was easier to get a bottle of holy water than a doctor.
Although Xia Zuoyi researched some results.
But, in one way, he could not mass produce the medicine.
Second, even if he wanted to promote herbal medicine and ointments, he needed to find a suitable opportunity.
Otherwise, in the beginning, people would not believe that they could cure the disease by drinking only a few doses of medicine.
Gibran had not had the time to speak yet.
Toby said with a nasal voice, “I trust you, my lord!”
Gibran also nodded at this time, “Yes, my lord. I also trust you.”
Xia Zuoyi took two vials from the alchemy laboratory.
He told Gibran to let Toby drink one vial sometime after lunch and drink another one before going to bed at night, cover him with a blanket, and keep the doors and windows open.
Gibran nodded and did it one by one. At night, he slept in the same bed with Toby to look after him.
Early the next morning.
Toby’s surprised voice suddenly sounded in the room.
“Brother! Brother, get up and look at me. My nose is not blocked! My head is not dizzy…”
He shouted in disbelief while pushing Gibran’s shoulder.
Gibran did not sleep deeply. He opened his eyes quickly and sat up immediately, sober, “Toby, are you better now?!”
Toby: “Except for some runny nose and slightly uncomfortable throat, I feel better everywhere!”
Gibran could also tell.
Toby still had a drooping spirit yesterday, but he looked very good today.
He could not help rejoicing, “The medicine given by the earl must have worked!”
Toby nodded, his eyes shining, “The earl is so amazing.”
The two got up immediately and went to report the matter to Xia Zuoyi.
…
Xia Zuoyi had anticipated this a long time ago.
People in this era had not developed drug resistance due to long-term use of Western medicine or abuse of hormones, so it was inevitable that the effect would be quicker.
“Drink three more doses today. You still have to come tomorrow. I want to see your condition.”
Toby said uneasily, “No, I don’t need it anymore, my lord.”
“This kind of medicine is too precious to waste on me. I’ll be able to…”
Xia Zuoyi interrupted him, “Toby, the medicine is made for people to drink. There is no waste, let alone being unworthy of it.”
“You deserve it. Udit and Gibran deserve it, and so does Kelly. All the servants in the castle, their lives are important and worth it.”
“You can drink such medicine.”
Although it was impossible to achieve equality for all on the Western Continent.
But he wanted, that in the future, all people’s lives could be treated with equality and they no longer had to die unknowingly because of some small diseases and absurd treatments.
Toby could not help crying, “My-my lord, you are so kind.”
Kelly, who was standing at the back, could not help holding her apron and wiped her tears, “Oh, my God, how can the earl be so clever and sensible.”
Udit and Gibran could not help their moved expressions from showing on their faces.
Briquette and Snowball, who were scratching and playing with each other in the middle of the blanket, were frightened by Toby’s voice. They tilted their heads and looked at him suspiciously.
Xia Zuoyi: “…”
‘No, no, this is not a big deal. Look at you, one by one… ‘
Xia Zuoyi was embarrassed that even his little feet stuck together.
As Toby’s illness recovered gradually, a boat traveling on the Volley River stopped at the port of Niramo.
This ship attracted the attention of many people, only because the emblem carved on the hull was the logo of the Nagabi Chamber of Commerce, the largest chamber of commerce in the Anas Empire.
The ship’s planks were laid down on the shore.
A team of knights with feathers attached on their heads stepped off the ship first, and then stood on both sides of the harbor with their swords drawn. Their solemn and majestic aura inevitably caused the civilians and slaves around to leave.
Immediately afterward, two more people walked off the board of the ship in tandem.
The person walking in front was a teenager, with a handsome face, a long stature, and a tall posture.
He had dazzling blond hair, which rose and fell slightly with the river breeze as if gleaming with fragments of light. His eyes were emerald-like rich green—like the water flowing on the bottom of the lake—deep and charming.
A man in his thirties followed him. When they got off the boat, the man said, “Master Boris, do you want to find a place to rest first? Your health…”
The boy named Boris Abel seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He frowned, the corners of his mouth tightened as he waved his hand and said, “No… Cough—this disease is not a big deal. Let’s deal with business first.”
The man was worried but could not persuade him, so he had to say, “Then follow your will. Shall we contact Bass Richards first? Or should we set off to Wissas now?”
Boris Abel raised his eyebrows, his expression immediately became vivid, “Since the seawater salt drying method was developed by Desinia, the rose salt produced in his territory robbed many businesses of our Nagabi Chamber of Commerce in Gadaat and even in Gaynor, resulting in almost no market for Nagabi salt.”
“Naturally, I have to calculate this account clearly with him first.”
“As for the deal with Bass Richards, don’t worry about it for now.”
“Yes, Master Boris.”
Vincent said again, “But I heard that Desinia is only seven years old now. Do you want to bully a child with an adult?”
Boris Abel: “…How am I bullying him? Who is not a child between us?”
Vincent nodded silently.
‘Yes, you were a big “child” about 1.8 meters tall.’
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