บท 1: Poisoned
Flying Fish Harbor, Xiangmai Principality.
Inside the side room of a residence in the east of the city.
"Well?"
On the wooden bed, the young boy Ivan slowly climbed up and sat upright on the edge of the bed.
He looked around and at himself in a daze. Everything gave him a sense of familiar strangeness.
Where is this?
How can I move?
Thinking of these questions, a lot of information naturally emerged in my mind. My name is 'Evan Marichatton', I am thirteen and a half years old, I live in the east district of Flying Fish Harbor, and I am a knight's page.
He was even more confused. He was seriously ill and paralyzed, but he came to another world and became another person.
"Thump-thump-thump--"
The abnormal heartbeat brought his thoughts back to reality; it was a warning from his body.
He realized that this body was not healthy either, and felt uncomfortable all over. In addition to the excessively fast and heavy heartbeat, there was also a large lump on his left arm. The skin on the lump was purple-brown, as if it was blocked by blood stasis, with a tiny black hole in the middle, and blue veins around it like hideous earthworms.
Damn! The bump is actually wider than a fist.
There should also be two lumps on the back, and there was numbness and stiffness there.
"Could it be bitten by some insect?"
His face looked very ugly, and some bad images came to his mind.
I went on an adventure with two friends. We found a cave under a cliff by the sea and a dilapidated ship. The three of us were looking for treasures from the sunken ship. However, we startled a group of unknown large flying insects, which looked like water spiders or large flower mosquitoes. They buzzed towards the three of us.
The three men fled outside in panic. Ivan was running in the front. When he was almost at the door, he was suddenly pulled hard by someone. He staggered and lost his balance. The other two took the opportunity to run ahead, and another one closed the door, blocking him inside.
In his panic he failed to open the door, but luckily it was a shabby boat, and he managed to escape by jumping overboard from the other side of the boat, slithered ashore, and returned home in a daze.
As a result, I fell into a deep sleep and never woke up.
"Mad, those two swordsmen from Rosaid, wait for me."
His predecessor had died so hastily that he now felt the same pain. He cursed angrily and thought to himself that he would make those two pay the price.
"Hiss - I'm almost unconscious."
Ivan stopped his confused thoughts, changed his clothes, took a few silver coins and hurried out.
I have finally lived a second life and have a body that can move freely. I can't just throw it away.
"Ivan, Mr. Ivan, where are you going?"
Looking at the boy's back without looking back, Aunt Kaixi called out a few words and watched him run away.
She sighed slightly. Little Mr. Ivan was becoming more and more playful every day. She had to talk to her employer, Mr. Reed, otherwise she would be responsible if anything went wrong.
…
Ivan walked south, crossed several streets, and came to a clinic located in an alley at the end of the street.
The door of the clinic was half open.
The palpitations in his chest made him not dare to delay and he went straight in. He could smell the mixed aroma of medicinal herbs at the door. Inside was a white-haired old man with a slight limp - Old Orr.
"Tsk tsk."
Old Orr was the only doctor in the clinic. There was a birthmark on his skinny face that looked like it was burned by flames.
Anyone who knows old Orr knows that he has an extremely eccentric temper.
At this moment, he stared at Ivan's arm and made an impolite sound. After a few glances, he blurted out, "You are still alive!"
What did you see?
Ivan's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare say anything. He just looked at him nervously.
"You're lucky, the toxins probably disappeared a lot in the water."
"Besides, you're lucky you found me."
"This is a deadly poison secreted by mutant bugs. No one else in the entire Flying Fish Port can treat you except me."
Old Orr spoke his diagnosis slowly, his complacency hard to conceal.
Seeing how confident he was, Ivan asked, "Mr. Orr, I'll leave it to you."
"Let me see, here - is there any feeling here? - No, how about this side? - The condition of the back is much better than the arm. I'll treat your arm first. Wait, I need to get a basin to hold the poisonous blood. I can't waste it. I haven't seen such a strong toxin in a few years -"
Beside the table, old Orr treated him while talking, and took a basin and placed it under the arm to be treated.
He applied medicated oil, cut three cuts on the big drum, squeezed out the poisonous blood, and cleaned it with green medicine. A pungent smell filled the air.
The pungent smell comes second, and the pain is the key.
Ivan's arms couldn't stop shaking.
"Don't shake. Pain is a good thing. If it doesn't hurt, that's a big problem."
Suddenly, old Orr punched him on the wound, causing Ivan to grimace in pain, but he dared not say anything. He cursed the doctor as a quack in his heart.
Old Or continued to squeeze the big drum with force, and more poisonous blood flowed and dripped along with the green potion.
The severe pain made Ivan's eyes wet.
It was so painful that he would have pulled his arm back long ago if it weren't for old Orr's hand holding him like an iron hoop.
When Old Orr stopped squeezing, only a shriveled layer remained of the lump on his forearm, and red blood was oozing out bit by bit.
Sprinkle some copper powder on the wound, and the bleeding will stop immediately in just a second and a half, as if it has encountered its nemesis.
This made Ivan, whose pain had eased a little, look at it a few more times.
He changed his mind and realized that this world had knights, fighting spirits, and even more mysterious wizards. It was normal for drugs to have surprising effects.
"What a fuss."
Old Orr took out an exquisite glass bottle with gold patterns inlaid on the bottle body. It seemed to be an item for the nobility. He scooped a spoonful of ointment from the bottle, spread it evenly on the bump, and bandaged it with cotton cloth.
He then worked on Ivan's back, fiddling with it for a while, and finally bandaging it with glue, cotton, and pieces of coarse cloth.
"I drank it."
After treating the wound, he handed over a small bottle of dark green medicine.
Old Orr bumped him on the shoulder, pushed him aside roughly, and went about packing his things.
This old guy is really strong.
Ivan walked a few steps to the side before stopping. He drank the dark green potion in one gulp and glared at the old man fiercely.
This veterinarian - bah, what a quack. Isn't he afraid of medical trouble?
Old Orr suddenly turned around and the two of them stared at each other. Ivan awkwardly forced out a polite smile.
"Do you have any money with you?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Nine silver coins."
Ivan answered truthfully that this was all his assets and it probably wasn't enough.
At this moment, the palpitations in his chest disappeared, his heartbeat became smoother, the cut wound felt cool as if it were covered with an ice pack, and a heavy shackle was lifted off his body, which showed that the other party was very skilled.
When he heard nine silver coins, Old Orr's eyes widened even wider, as if there were knives in his eye sockets.
"Do you think 9 silver coins can save your life? They are all excellent medicines."
"Probably not."
Ivan shook his head and continued, "How about I pay 9 silver coins first, and I'll find a way to pay the rest in a few days."
Old Orr didn't say anything for a long while. He turned his head again and said, "Today's treatment fee is 2 gold coins. You have to come back in two days. It will cost 1 gold coin. Remember to come and do the work for me. Come and do odd jobs. The rest can be discussed after your father comes back."
"All right."
It was the other party who saved his life, and Ivan never thought of refusing to pay.
Three gold coins are equivalent to three hundred silver coins, which is equivalent to three months' expenses of his family. He definitely cannot afford this money.
His father was the leader of a mercenary group. Soldiers in the group were often injured while on missions and came to the clinic for treatment quite a few times, so they were familiar with each other.
As for this strange arrangement of doing odd jobs, he guessed it was because old Orr was in a bad mood and was making trouble because he was displeased with him.
"Mr. Orr, thank you for saving my life."
After a while, Ivan walked out of the clinic with a booklet of "Miscellaneous Things to Note" in his pocket. It was getting dark outside.
Perhaps it was because his memories were integrated more thoroughly. Looking at the long streets of blue bricks and black tiles, and the pedestrians with brown hair, red hair, blue eyes, and black eyes, he did not feel strange. Instead, he felt a sense of calmness as if he was used to it.
"It's nice to be able to move."
He walked towards home with an exceptionally relaxed pace.
As a young man who has been paralyzed for almost half a year and has been diagnosed as incurable, being able to walk and jump and being healthy is a kind of happiness.
When he returned to his house, he saw a young girl from afar with a stern face, staring at him fiercely.
The girl had bright eyes and white teeth, long brown hair and black eyes, and looked a bit like a certain Miss Know-It-All.
She deliberately put on a sullen face and managed to muster a trace of dignity, and shouted, "Why are you hanging around so late? You got hurt in a fight again. How come your injury is so serious? Who beat you up?"
The girl was his 12-year-old sister, Padge, and Ivan felt like he was facing an older sister.
Ivan said, "I was stung by a few bugs and just went to the clinic."
"You didn't hide in some remote cave, did you? I let you show off your prowess, and you deserve to be punished."
Padge gently reproached, reaching out to support him.
Ivan was ashamed, she was right.
A man came out of the room and said as he ran, "Ivan, did you go on the expedition? You are disloyal for not taking me with you."
"Shut up Sean, brother Ivan is hurt and needs to be quiet."
"oh."
This is my younger brother Sean, also 12 years old. He and Patty are twins, a boy and a girl, and he is the youngest in the family.
Sean is also a playful person. Thinking of his previous incarnation's personality, Ivan understands why his sister Padgy is the one who runs the family.
There is a peculiar phenomenon in the Marichatton family. There are five brothers and sisters. The eldest and second are twin brothers, and the fourth and fifth are twin brother and sister. The father is the only elder left in the family. He is busy with the mercenary group all year round. The two older brothers have been with their father since early in life and have been taught carefully.
Ivan is the third child.
Because he was not valued by his father, he always tried to stand out by being naughty and mischievous. He became more rebellious after his mother died.
"Poor third brother, neither up nor down, not even given the family-inherited Knight's Breathing Technique."
After dinner, Ivan returned to his room and sighed about the past in his memories.
"I had to work to pay off my debts at the age of 13 and a half. There is nothing more wonderful in life than this."
He took out the books that old Or had stuffed into his pocket, intending to prepare something for his working life. Besides, he had a great interest in the medicines that old Or had used.
Fifty Commonly Used Medicinal Materials
The handwritten text in Vandani is the common language of the Principality of Xiangmai.
"You took the wrong one?"
Ivan paused, but this did not affect his interest in reading.
In his previous life, when he was desperate, he read books on traditional Chinese medicine in an attempt to save himself, so he was not unfamiliar with medical books.
This book has text introductions and pictures, and is written in great detail, but the medicinal materials described are very different. In any case, none of them he has seen before.
Just like the black spider flower, at first glance it really looks like a spider lying in the center of the flower. In fact, it is the pattern in the center of the flower that looks like a black spider about to jump.
The flowers can emit a special scent that hunts spiders and is used to repel insects. The petals with spider patterns are medicinal materials. After being fumigated and processed, they are rolled into small sticks, which are the finished medicinal material "Spider Flower Claws".
If you add a kind of spider gland juice, you can make a medicine to remove strong odors, which is amazing.
Books opened his eyes and he gradually became addicted to text and patterns.
At a certain moment, his head suddenly sank and a strange phantom appeared in front of his eyes, right in front of him, blocking his vision. He was so scared that he kept shrinking his head back, trying to avoid it.
(End of this chapter)
I am just a translator of this novel.
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