There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Being a seafarer is a profession that requires resilience and willpower, and it is most similar to the arduous and monotonous work on a ranch, so my experience is easy to refer to.

But I'm different. I've never relied on real skills to run my farm. I've only relied on the Colonizer System to give me a cheat code. Without the Colonizer System, I wouldn't even know how to till the land.

For example, I still have two kinds of seeds, green peppers and cabbage, but they are not on the colonist system list, so I can't issue a planting order and they are just sitting there.

As a rancher with a severely unbalanced approach to physical development, my physical attributes have absolutely nothing to do with being physically fit. Without systematic support, it's uncertain whether there's any way to quickly improve my fitness, so it's really not worth wasting my time.

But speaking of Gray, I wonder what's so special about this kid? Does the boss mean I can't learn his training methods?

If I insist on doing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day, and don't turn on the air conditioner even when it's hot, then my head won't go bald, right?

Chapter 114 New Drugs in the Hospital

As I stepped out of the tavern, the sun was already setting. The fading sunlight cast shadows on the trees, creating jagged patterns on the stone path and elongating the shadows of each person.

I walked unsteadily along the road, and through the sparse trees lining the roadside, I saw a pond hidden in the woods behind Rose Square. The shimmering water was nestled among the bamboo and trees, exuding a natural charm.

In the dim light, I could also see a wild path emerging from the withered grass by the roadside, leading far into the pond. But judging from the length of the grass and trees on the ground, it must have been untouched for many years.

Having a water reservoir in the town center is a very reasonable plan. Traditional towns have water reservoirs not only to store emergency water in case of fire, but also as a reserve water source in case of water pollution. As an island town surrounded by the sea, freshwater resources are of paramount importance for survival in Mineral Town.

It seems that the Mineral Town planned by the first generation of miners was indeed planned according to the idea of ​​factory + base. All backup plans were arranged during the infrastructure construction, for fear that unpreparedness would lead to accidents.

But my destination was not here; it was the town's hospital.

Given how badly I'm injured, it's reasonable for me to get some medicine from Dr. Dort, right?

"Doctor, are you there, doctor!"

When I arrived at the hospital, which was already closed, I started banging on the door. Not long after, Dr. Dort's upright face appeared from inside the door.

I saw his eyes go from surprise to joy and then to fervor, and I knew he was planning another drug trial on me, so I quickly explained.

"Doctor, I can't move my hand! Please treat me quickly! Give me the best medicine!"

"Marcus... is this a hand injury or a partial paralysis?"

Because of a severe strain on my right hand, my entire arm has lost its mobility and can only hang on one side of my body like a noodle, shaking irregularly as I walk. When I speak, I sound like Wu Lao Er, who suffered a stroke, trembling whenever I see anyone...

Now that you mention it, it really does sound a bit like hemiplegia!

"Let me do a basic check-up for you first." Although Dr. Dort was overly enthusiastic about scientific research, he was also a highly qualified doctor. He immediately dispelled the idea of ​​having me try the drug and led me to the diagnostic equipment to check my breathing, heartbeat, and injuries.

The examination that Dr. Dart performed on me was probably a makeshift examination based on the extent of the injury; I don't know where he learned it. Dr. Dort's examination, on the other hand, was much more complex. He even took out a medical record and began to examine each item, recording and signing it.

"Don't worry, it's not hemiplegia, it's just a severe muscle strain."

"Muscle strain is a very common occurrence during exercise, especially in high-intensity activities where muscles need to contract rapidly or be stretched excessively, which can easily lead to muscle strain."

As he spoke, Dr. Dort pressed his finger against my right arm and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. Right now, even when I touch this arm myself, it feels like I'm touching a prosthetic limb.

"A normal muscle strain will cause severe pain. If you touch your right hand, you will feel that the muscle is very tense and has formed a cord-like hard lump. It should be very painful to touch."

Dr. Dort pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's probably because the injury hasn't been long, and the body's naturally formed tissue fluid is still protecting the nerves and hasn't dissipated yet."

At this point, I heard Dr. Dort change the subject, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips, "I happen to have a new drug here, would you like to try it?"

"..."

You laughed right? You just laughed, didn't you!

"No need for a doctor, regular medicine will do." I immediately declined, expressing my strong dissatisfaction with his practice of using living people as test subjects.

However, on Dr. Dort's upright face, the previous expression of regret was revealed.

“Marcus, I regret to inform you that I have already donated all the wound medicine from the hospital to your tribal friends, and the newly requested medicine has not yet arrived. Right now, all I have is the new medicine that I have formulated.”

Then what do you want me to choose? Just give me the medicine!

"...What exactly did you send as support?"

"Since they don't have professional medical personnel and it's inconvenient for them to use injectable medications, I provided all oral and topical medications, such as antibiotics, cold medicine, wound medicine, and the new drug Mark I. I also provided some simple medical tools for fracture fixation, wound hemostasis, and scraping away necrotic tissue, which should all come in handy."

I frowned. Had something strange been added to it? What was that Mark I? Iron Man's armor? Or a British tank? Were they exporting weapons to the tribes?

"Excuse me, but who is Mark I...?"

"It's my newly made medicine! No, actually I've concentrated the medicine to a semi-solid state, which greatly extends its shelf life. It can be used both internally and externally."

Dr. Dort brought over a glass container with a large "I" label on it.

It was said that there was a green, unidentified substance inside, which looked like the product of a slime committing suicide. However, upon closer inspection, some plant fibers could be found mixed in, which should be the ingredients of the island's specialty herbs.

Dr. Dort scooped out a spoonful and had me gently hold it in my left palm. It felt like holding cool clay, but a cool and comfortable sensation seeped into my palm through my skin, instantly invigorating me!

Dr. Dort said with considerable pride, "Through various formula improvements, I have reduced the numbing side effects to the extreme, while retaining the analgesic effect of the numbing ingredients. It can be used as an external wound medicine and analgesic, and it is effective through skin contact and diluted oral administration!"

Dort is truly a talent! In just a few days, he thoroughly understood the medicinal properties of the herbs and used traditional Chinese medicine processing techniques to create more practical medicines. What he lacks is clinical trials…

"Okay, Dr. Dort, what kind of drug are you going to test on me? This Mark I shouldn't work for me, right?"

The doctor crossed his arms and nodded slightly, saying, "This medicine can only restore energy and replenish strength. What you need is a special medicine that promotes cell metabolism and accelerates muscle tissue recovery."

A much smaller glass bottle was placed on the table. It also had a label, but it almost completely covered the delicate bottle, with a large "II" written on it.

"This is my meticulously developed new drug, Mark II! Come, stretch out your hand, let me apply the medicine for you..."

Seeing Dr. Dort's holy expression, I thought he was going to give me a buff!

"Doctor... why does this ointment look black? And it smells so strange?"

The ointment scooped out of the glass bottle was not the pleasing light green gel from before, but a black, sticky, dark substance that emitted an extremely pungent odor. Once the stopper was opened, the entire room was filled with that strange smell.

"It's alright, the black color is due to the manufacturing process and it doesn't affect its use at all!"

"Doctor, why won't you answer my question about the taste?"

"What did you say! It's too dark here, I can't hear you!"

"The doctor told me, 'Stop playing dumb! Why are you wearing a mask?!'"

Chapter 115 Originating from the Eighth Day of the Emerald Elephant (Wishing for 500 favorites!)

"Doctor, am I really okay?"

I hesitated before asking, glancing nervously at Dr. Dort. But the doctor met my gaze with unwavering certainty and confidently gave me a thumbs up.

"Absolutely no problem! Don't worry!"

"Doctor, that's true, but this kind of treatment just makes me feel..."

I carefully chose my words, glancing furtively at my right hand.

My previously severely injured right hand is now covered in that black, unidentified substance. Its appearance and texture are strikingly similar to the black mud flowing from some Holy Grail, and it feels sticky and uncomfortable when it touches the skin. Just five minutes after applying it, I could already feel a slight burning sensation on my numb arm.

None of that matters. The key thing is that, to prevent me from washing off the medication myself, Dr. Dort skillfully wrapped my entire arm, from my shoulder joint to my fingers, in a layer of bandages.

"...I have a bad feeling about this. Some sealed power is about to burst out from my right hand!"

Could it be that my identity as the "Black Flame Envoy," and the fact that I seal the Black Flame Dragon in my right hand, has been discovered?

Thankfully, Dr. Dort didn't shout, "Be consumed by the black flames!" It's so embarrassing for an adult to make such a childish pose...

"That's not a sealed power, it's the sensation of nerve pain," Dr. Dort explained earnestly.

"My Maek II can improve blood circulation in the area of ​​muscle strain, delivering more nutrients to the damaged area and thus accelerating the absorption of inflammatory substances."

Well, just because he can come up with such a cringeworthy name as Mark II, I can't expect him to be that mature, can I?

"At the same time, Maek II can also reduce the excitability of peripheral nerves and has a significant analgesic effect. It is particularly suitable for traumatic pain and neuropathic pain, especially for soft tissue injury pain; it is also suitable for local edema caused by chronic inflammation and soft tissue injury; it can relieve muscle spasms and reduce symptoms such as skin itching."

Dr. Dort stood in the hospital lobby with his back to me, talking animatedly about his drug trial records. But as he spoke, he realized that there had been no agreement from behind him for a long time, so he turned around to look.

"Where are the Marcus people?"

When he turned around, the only thing left on the mat on the medical equipment behind him was a trace of someone sitting on it. Apart from the wide-open door, the hospital was completely empty.

Meanwhile, the table where he had just placed the new drug Mark II was completely empty.

…………

Mineral Town Ranch.

I looked at the dark ointment in my hand. There was still more than half left in it, enough for me to use it four or five more times.

Considering the medicine's effectiveness, I won't dwell on the disgusting feel of this bottle of "All the Evils of This World." Similarly, since it's a good medicine for me, I'll let bygones be bygones for Dortmund using me as a guinea pig.

The reason I was able to conclude so early that this was a good medicine was not because I had a thorough understanding of the drug, but simply because the status bar of my system character changed after I applied the medicine.

Character Status: Right arm strain (severe)

Status impact: Operational capability -50%

Treatment status: Bandaged (89% quality)

Duration: 7 hour 3 minutes

It's clear that thanks to Dr. Dort's treatment, my injuries have been effectively controlled. The bleeding and infection possibilities in the character status bar have all disappeared, replaced by a treatment status.

Judging from the treatment, the quality of the bandaging has exceeded the normal therapeutic effect, and it has greatly shortened the recovery time. The original recovery time of nearly two days has been reduced to only seven hours, which is about 80% to 90% of the original time.

In the future, if I encounter similar external injuries, as long as I have this bottle of Mark II... that's too awkward to pronounce, let's just call it "All the Evils of This World," I can rest easy!

"Then I'll gladly accept it."

I put the small bottle containing "all the evils of this world" into the leather bag the jay had given me before I left the house, ready to inspect my pasture before going to bed.

It was getting late, and I didn't see the pony in the pasture, so I guessed it had wandered around and gotten tired, and had gone back to sleep.

When I opened the stable door, sure enough, the emoji pony had automatically returned to the stable, lying on its back on a pile of straw mats, snoring loudly again...

Excuse me, goodbye!

The seeds I planted today are distributed on the right half of the "吕"-shaped area, right next to the river, and are already growing in an orderly manner.

There is a field closest to the stable, which is the radish field I planted. The land preparation and ridging of this five-meter square field have already been completed, with a plant spacing of 20 to 25 centimeters, two rows per ridge, and 5 to 7 seeds per hole when sowing, and then covering the seeds with soil to a thickness of about 2 centimeters.

This ensures that the seeds are spaced appropriately apart, preventing them from competing for nutrients and resulting in weak radish growth.

Because it was too dark, I didn't realize until I got closer that something was wrong with the land.

In this patch of land, a few radish seedlings have already sprouted two round true leaves, like the beaks of fledgling birds eagerly awaiting food, breathing deeply into the world and making a silent cry for new life. On those tender leaves, the veins are already faintly visible.