Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 38 Arabic Medicine

After setting the intention of writing the sutra for yourself: "The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons."

Gaillis once again wrote: "The flood is coming, and the wrath of the Lord my Father will burn like a consuming fire until the iniquity of the nations is completely wiped out."

After writing this sentence, Gaillis hesitated for a long time, and then he added: "The death of our heavenly brother Jesus Christ is indeed sufficient to redeem the sins of all people in the world, but Christ died only for the sins of those he chose, and did not establish a way of salvation for the fallen."

After writing this sentence, Gailis thought for a long time and did not write any more. Although he had a secular plan for the future, he still needed time to think carefully about how to implement it in the scriptures.

If we don't talk about things in the scriptures, and just talk about the secular level, the path forward is actually very clear.

First of all, he had already grasped the basic situation of the nearby villages. What he needed to do was to integrate the surrounding villages as soon as possible so as to establish a truly organized militia force to guard the labor income of the people in each village.

Then there is the matter of dealing with the town of Al-Hadi.

Unlike the internal self-sufficiency in the manor economy, these villages near the river valley often rely on handmade products provided by nearby towns to maintain their lives.

In the manor economic system, there would be specialized craftsmen producing handmade products needed by farmers.

These villages near the river valley are actually quite dependent on commodity exchange to exist, but the number of craftsmen in this area is quite limited.

Therefore, after John and his friends showed off their blacksmithing skills, Scarr Village quickly became the market center for the surrounding villages. This was because people who knew blacksmithing techniques were too rare in the countryside, and John and his friends' skills were much higher than those of the village blacksmiths, so they naturally had no shortage of customers.

In this case, if one can control a small town where handicraftsmen gather, it actually means controlling the lifeline of commodity exchange in the surrounding rural areas.

What's more, there is a trade route from Mecca to Jerusalem, and the caravans coming and going can bring news and goods from the outside world and take away the output of nearby villages.

While avoiding being cut off from the outside world, the increased productivity of Garys can be converted into currency as soon as possible to purchase more external materials, thus preparing for future great undertakings.

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The sunlight shines into the house through the wooden lattice, leaving a strange shadow. If you look carefully, you can realize that it is an Arabic phrase, which translates to "House of Healer".

In this small clinic, Abdullah is treating a patient. He touches the patient's abdomen with his hand, asks if he feels any tenderness, and checks for any abdominal distension or abnormal lumps.

Then the patient was asked to stick out his tongue and observe the color of the tongue coating. It could be seen that the tongue coating was thick, greasy and white.

It was clear that it was not a serious illness, not even food poisoning, but just indigestion.

"Have you eaten anything you shouldn't have recently?"

"No... I'm just eating normally..." The patient spoke with a weak breath and one could feel his weakness just by listening to his voice.

"Eat normally...eat normally?" After Abdullah repeated the words "eat normally" twice, his old face, which was wrinkled by time, suddenly looked strange.

"Hassan, how many days have you had that pot of stew?"

Hearing Dr. Abdullah's question, the patient shrank a little, and he obviously understood what was going on: "Actually, it's only two days..."

"you sure?"

"Uh... three days?"

After hearing what the patient said, Abdullah, a doctor who was still strong, gritted his teeth and waved his fist with protruding joints. "I've told you so many times... Don't eat food that has been stored for a long time!"

"But isn't this about saving food and avoiding waste?"

"Then can't you do less?"

"Firewood is expensive... Cooking in batches will use up a lot more firewood than cooking a large pot at once."

Abdullah felt like he was punching the air with his fists, which was useless. After a few meaningless exchanges of words, Abdullah finally gave up.

He returned to his workbench, took out dried mint leaves from an exquisite ceramic bottle, took out a few slices of dried ginger from a wooden box, and added some other medicines. They were all thrown into the copper pot. The fragrance and spiciness intertwined in the air, and the medicine began to boil.

During this process, he asked his apprentice beside him to watch the heat while he started to massage the man's stomach.

"Times have been tough lately," Abdullah lamented.

"What do you mean recently? Aren't things always like this?"

Abdullah was silent while listening to the young patient's words. Once upon a time, this trade route was prosperous, with merchants coming and going in an endless stream, and the town of Alhadi was also prosperous.

At that time, the patient in front of me was still young and had no memory. It was by chance that I came here to stay and open a clinic. If I count carefully, it has been nearly 20 years. Time flies.

Just as Abdullah was taking care of the patient, the wooden door carved with Arabic calligraphy was pushed open from the outside, and a young Frank walked in, looking around as soon as he came in.

The Frank was not short, had a broad chest, black hair, and looked a bit bookish, but Abdullah, who was old and experienced, was keenly aware that this young man was a dangerous person because he was good at using a sword.

"Young man, what are you doing here?"

After hearing Abdullah's question, the young man immediately turned around and said respectfully, "I heard that there is a real Arab medical doctor here who has obtained the qualification to practice at the Medical Association in Damascus, so I wanted to come and visit him and ask some questions."

As early as the 10th century AD, the Muslim Caliph Muktadir ordered an examination for all practicing doctors because of the "quack murder incident". Since then, only qualified doctors who passed the license examination are considered qualified to legally treat others.

"I am not a medical scientist, just an ordinary doctor. I did not obtain my license from the Medical Association in Damascus. I took it in Cairo."

Speaking of his professional qualifications, Abdullah was quite happy. The time he spent studying at Cairo Hospital was the most difficult time in his life, but it finally paid off.

"Oh, sorry, I heard it wrong. Please forgive my Arabic which is not very fluent." The young Frank man seemed very polite.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me now. I have a patient here."

"I just want to ask, do you have saltpeter and sulfur for sale?"

　What happened in Hangzhou yesterday made me feel relieved and sad at the same time...

　　I really like the atmosphere of mutual help among the guys. I have given other guys advice and taught them how to deliver faster.

　　After all, there are many people in the world who would help others when they see injustice, but there will never be a good outcome...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)