Chapter 8 Ah Ha, Penicillin

  Ati found the wizard and conveyed Zhao Hongyu's words to him, while also expressing his own desire for Zhao Hongyu to try it out.

  For an outsider, the shaman thought it was a bit risky to do so, but since the old clan leader was about to pass away anyway, letting him try wouldn't hurt.

  Treat a dead horse as if it were alive and there will always be hope somehow.

  Of course, the above phrase would be incomprehensible to that Indian shaman, but what he meant was roughly the same.

  Besides, Zhao Hongyu is also a son of the tribal chief and shaman, so he should be able to learn a few tricks.

  The Indians of this era were still very simple-minded, and if you put Zhao Hongyu in the 21st century, no one would believe it. But Atidu and the shaman, they believed it.

  After the old wizard agreed, Zhao Hongyu stood up and walked to the side of the somewhat dizzy old tribal chief, reached out his hand to feel the temperature on his forehead, then flipped open his eyelids to take a look.

  Wang Shan and Zhang Tie followed along with Song Hu.

  Although they only had primary school education, after all, they had been conscripts for three years and had been trained in the virtual army's melting pot. Therefore, some emergency measures, the three of us also knew a little bit about it.

  "Leader, this old man seems to have developed complications from severe pneumonia. If we don't treat him soon, he may develop lung inflammation or even die."

  After a while, Wang Shan made his own judgment.

  Zhang Tie and Song Hu nodded in succession.

  The conversation of several individuals attracted the attention of all the Indians in the lodge.

  But they just treated it as a few people discussing the illness of an elderly family member and its treatment methods, and in fact, they didn't think wrongly.

  Only Wang Shan, Zhang Tie and Song Hu's language, they couldn't understand a word, which made them somewhat puzzled.

  But soon these Indians were reassured, it was quite normal not to understand the language of other tribes, after all there were too many Indian tribes on this continent.

  Almost every tribal language is an independent system.

  Only Indian tribes living in a region will have some similarities in language, but there will also be great differences.

  Therefore, the Indians in the account were not very careful.

  Wang Shan and the other two were treated as Zhao Hongyu's 'apprentices' by the old wizard, after all, there were also people who followed him to learn 'magic'.

  "My brother, how are you? Is my father still alive?"

  After listening to Zhao Hongyu and others talking for a while, Ati Duo couldn't help but ask.

  It's about his father's life and death, as a son it's normal to care.

  Zhao Hongyu stopped his conversation with Wang Shan and looked at Atido, who was anxious, saying: "We just exchanged ideas and think that your father may be due to the cold weather, which led to this situation, and there are some changes in his body. I am still very confident in treating this condition."

  Yes, through communication with Wang Shan and others, everyone consistently confirmed that Atidu's father was suffering from severe pneumonia caused by a secondary infection. This kind of illness is neither serious nor not serious, it's nothing in the 21st century.

  But this was in 1620, after all, and it was an Indian tribe on the American continent.

  In this era, whether in China or Europe, a cold can be fatal.

  "Really!", Atido's eyes widened, and a delighted expression appeared on his face. He felt that today was simply his lucky day, perhaps the Feathered Serpent God had brought good fortune upon himself.

  This brother I know gave me some very convenient fire-sticks and even saved my father.

  It seems that treating him as a brother is indeed not bad.

  Ati Duo thought in his heart.

  It's still too early to think about these things now, everything has to wait until Zhao Hongyu really saves his father.

  "Brother, if you really saved my father, I, A-Ti-Duo, am willing to bring my own warriors to help you take revenge!", A-Ti-Duo looked at Zhao Hongyu with great seriousness and solemnity, making his promise.

  However, Atidu was very clever and said that he would bring his own warriors to help Zhao Hongyu, rather than the entire Mosi tribe.

  It seems he still knows how many bowls of plain rice he eats.

  As an Indian, they didn't have such advanced culture and knowledge, so they couldn't say something like "repaying kindness with a spring". But for the simple Atido, he could only guarantee and repay Zhao Hongyu in this way.

  Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongyu smiled: "Ati Duo, the hatred of our tribe will be resolved by myself, so you don't need to help with that. The reason I wanted to save your father is because on the road, you said I was your brother. As a brother, what's wrong with me doing this?" Zhao Hongyu's smile was quite hypocritical, but Ati Duo fell for it anyway.

  "If I were to use such a thing to coerce you into helping me take revenge, even God wouldn't forgive me." Zhao Hongyu made a very pious expression, slightly raising his head to look at the top of the tent.

  After listening to Zhao Hongyu's words, Atiduo really felt ashamed of his own thoughts, but in his heart, he became more determined with a conviction that this brother Zhao Hongyu was indeed someone worth befriending, and from now on, no one would be allowed to bully him!

  It's not just Atido, even the old wizard standing beside him couldn't help but praise Zhao Hongyu's 'virtue' in his heart.

  It's not time for performance now, Zhao Hongyu has to hurry up and save Atidu's old father. As long as he saves this old man, he can establish himself in this area.

  A tribe of over 13,000 Indians as 'Golden Thigh' just hold on to it and you can slowly develop from there.

  At this time, Zhao Hongyu secretly bought penicillin and saline from the time-space trading device. After purchasing these two items, a set of injection equipment was also attached, which saved a lot of trouble.

  Wang Shan worked quickly and soon hung up the bottle of penicillin saline solution.

  Hmm!

  Wow!

  Hiss!

  In the account, those Indians exclaimed after seeing what Zhao Hongyu took out and everything they did on the old patriarch.

  This method of treatment, they had never seen before, and even less heard of it.

  Everything was too shocking for them.

  Especially that transparent thing, filled with something like water, and that transparent thin tube inserted into the old tribe leader's hand, can cure diseases?

  People always feel strange and awe-inspired by things they don't know about.

  In their eyes, Zhao Hongyu's father must have been a great wizard.

  Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of using this method to cure the disease.

  Of course, whether this method works or not can only be known by looking at the results.

  Especially this old shaman of the Moshik tribe, he was even more shocked.

  Because Zhao Hongyu used this method, it was something he fundamentally didn't know. Even among the people of the surrounding tribes, there wasn't a single person who would use it.

  Is this tribe of outsiders an extremely powerful one?

  In the old shaman's heart, he had already acknowledged what Zhao Hongyu said - that he was indeed the son of a super tribe leader. If he wasn't the son of a tribal leader and shaman, how could he possibly have such abilities?

  He had no idea that Zhao Hongyu was actually a lone wolf just three months ago.

  It wasn't until he had been in this world for half a year that he finally got three followers.

  As for his father and his tribe, they are all non-existent things.

  However, Zhao Hongyu would never admit it.

  The penicillin powder mixed with saline solution slowly flowed into the body of Atido's father, who had fallen into a semi-coma, through an intravenous tube.

  After the test, Atti's father was fortunately not allergic to penicillin at all, which also made Zhao Hongyu breathe a sigh of relief and relax completely.

  Because people in 1620 had no resistance to drugs, the efficacy of penicillin should be much better than that of people in the 21st century.

  After all, people in this era are not like those in the 21st century who have been eating all kinds of polluted food since childhood. All sorts of medicines and gutter oil.

  As time passed, Attido's father's face, which had been tense with pain, relaxed, and the medicine was now taking effect, making him less uncomfortable.

  Seeing the old man's face relax, Zhao Hongyu's eyebrows also relaxed.

  He let out a soft sigh, now all he had to do was wait for him to wake up.

  Zhao Hongyu knew that now Atidu's father had just relaxed a bit, he might take a nap soon. After all, the illness had been tormenting him for several days, and he must be very tired.

  "When will my father be better?"

  Atidu also saw the relaxed expression on his father's face, so he knew that this 'brother' method was likely to work.

  "Your father needs to be observed for a while longer, my men and I will stay here to take care of him, so you don't have to worry about anything. According to my estimate, your father should wake up by tomorrow, he just needs rest now."

  Zhao Hongyu recalled his experience of catching a cold in his original era and told Atiduo about it.

  "That's good, I'll stay with you to take care of my father." Ati nodded. Zhao Hongyu then suggested to Ati: "You can let these people go back and make the air in the tent more ventilated, which will help your father recover faster. Besides, they are not useful here now."

  Yes, with so many people here, the air inside the tent is getting thick and murky. This isn't helping Atid's father's condition one bit, and it may even cause others to catch a cold.

  It's worth noting that colds can be contagious.

  Of course, the Indians did not have knowledge about this aspect, and Zhao Hongyu could not explain it clearly to them. However, since it was related to the old tribe leader's illness, everyone obeyed and left the tent.

  After everyone left, the atmosphere in the tent indeed became much more relaxed and was no longer so gloomy.

  Zhao Hongyu ordered Wang Shan to lift Atidu's father from the center of the tent and place him on a thick, sturdy cushion covered with fur, then covered his body with several animal hides to keep warm.

  Now all Zhao Hongyu could do was wait for Atti's father to rest and wake up.