In any case, when the medical room was thousands of years ago, it should have been even more advanced than the best sterile rooms in Dragon City.
But now, it was a place where the witch doctors danced.
In many primitive tribes, witch doctors, priests, and shamans were all the same. They could communicate with their ancestors and gods, and they had high statuses.
The witch doctors in the medical room were only in charge of treating the rat people and had low statuses in the divine path system of the Turan civilization.
They still had three layers of beautiful seven-colored feathers on their bodies.
They wore huge ebony masks made of white bones.
Their necks, waists, and limbs were also covered in sparkling gemstones.
He had a mysterious and unfathomable look on his face.
However, the items embedded in the center of their masks and the bottles used to fill medicinal powder at their waists did not make Meng Chao feel any respect.
If Meng Chao was not mistaken, the item embedded in the center of the masks that acted as a third eye was a full-screen phone.
The bottles used to fill medicinal powder and medicine were plastic soda bottles.
Of course, they were ancient models from decades ago or even from Earth.
The screen of the phone had long since shattered, revealing the circuit board inside.
Meng Chao reckoned that these items had been fished out by the fishermen living in Turan Swamp during the flood when Dragon City and Peach Blossom Town had just transmigrated. They had gone through Tiger's Raging River and Guillotine Platform before they were washed to the middle and lower reaches of Tulan River.
Perhaps to the Turan people, these were gifts from the spirits of their ancestors.
It was no wonder then why the Turan civilization and Dragon City formed an alliance so readily in his previous life.
Perhaps to the Turan people, even Earthlings were sent by the holy spirits of their ancestors to help them fight against the holy light camp.
Two witch doctors swung two totem beast leg bones with beautiful patterns carved on them and danced around Meng Chao for a long time while mumbling something.
Forget about Meng Chao, even the other Turan people might not be able to understand what they were chanting.
Then, one of the witch doctors brought out a bone needle and a rope made of cow tendon and gestured for Meng Chao to extend his arm.
Meng Chao hesitated for a moment. When he was certain that the bone needle was not poisonous, he slowly extended his arm.
The witch doctor first tied the rope to his elbow, waited for a while, and patted his forearm.
Then, another Witch Doctor squeezed out a bit of ointment that looked like cooling oil from a plastic soda bottle and smeared it on the spot where the first Witch Doctor had slapped.
The first shaman brought the bone needle over with familiar ease and stabbed at the air. He narrowed his eyes and waited for a few seconds before he pressed down on Meng Chao's elbow and did the action of pulling out the needle.
The familiar-looking action stunned Meng Chao for a long time before he came to a realization.
Wasn't this a blood test?
That's right. Since he was in the infirmary, he naturally had to draw his blood and do some tests.
Although the Turan civilization was still in the era of clans, they were still very scientific!
The problem was that the blood was drawn with a hollow needle, and there was a rubber tube and a blood collection bottle behind it!
The two witch doctors had been pretending for a long time, but the bone needles had not even pierced into the blood vessels. What was the use of this thing?
Meng Chao grumbled in his heart.
However, the two witch doctors were very serious and even devout.
The bone needle that had been "blood-collected" was sent to an instrument made of bronze. Its shell was engraved with gorgeous patterns, and its interior was embedded with all kinds of gears and bearings.
There were also two observation holes on the instrument.
One of the witch doctors lowered his head and adjusted the gears by the side of the instrument while he observed it attentively.
'This … isn't a microscope, is it?'
Meng Chao had a ridiculous feeling again.
The witch doctor's actions and posture did indeed look like he had collected a blood sample and sent it to a microscope for analysis.
But Meng Chao was one hundred percent certain that he would not be able to see a single strand of hair through the microscope, much less bacteria!
It was not just because his blood was not really being extracted.
It was also because no civilization's microscope would use a soda bottle lid as a gear!
'So, this isn't a real microscope. It's … an artifact that was pieced together by countless crudely made parts to imitate the appearance of a microscope.'
The two witch doctors' actions were clearly not for real tests and treatment. They were just performing art.
When Meng Chao saw the cow-headed witch doctor fiddling with the microscope for a long time with his short hands that looked like a cow's hooves, he could not help but ask softly, "Mister Witch Doctors, what are you doing?"
The two witch doctors cast him a displeased glance.
Perhaps it was because of the terrifying wounds on Meng Chao's body that made them believe that he was a warrior who had the protection of their ancestors' spirits and was about to shine in the Battle of Glory.
Or perhaps they felt that there was no need for them to be calculative with a rat citizen who came from a remote place and did not know anything.
Of course, there was a higher possibility that the scene of Ice Storm using the Mystic Silver Shredder to tear Poison Sting's Million Steam Hammer to shreds was like an icicle stabbing into everyone's hearts and making them shudder in fear.
One of the witch doctors dragged out his voice and shook his head. "Quiet, lowly rat citizen. We are praying to the sacred spirits of our ancestors to grant you endless power so that you can heal these minor injuries that are not even worth mentioning."
Clearly, the ritual of praying to the spirits of their ancestors was not something that could be completed with a simple blood test.
Finally, the Ox-Head Witch Doctor raised his head from the microscope.
Meng Chao was sent to two strange-looking devices.
Meng Chao believed that the first one was an X-ray machine.
The second one looked like a large MRI machine.
He lay on a metal bed and was pushed into a circular cabin by two witch doctors.
Of course, just like the microscope, the two medical devices were not real.
Although the surface was engraved with mysterious and complicated patterns that grew naturally on it, and the witch doctors had decorated it meticulously — a large number of colorful ores were embedded in it, and colorful feathers were stuck with the fat of totem beasts. There were even a large number of skulls of totem beasts hanging down from the MRI machine.
But these bits and pieces were not enough to turn a stupid thing that was basically an art piece into something that could be used in medicine.
The two witch doctors worked really hard on it.
When Meng Chao saw that they were covered in sweat by the thick, seven-colored feathered coats, he felt a little touched.
"Negative!"
Once they finished the full set of examinations, one of the witch doctors shook a huge snapping turtle shell and took out a totem beast rib with a minus sign carved on it.
The two witch doctors were delighted. They shook the rib at Meng Chao and shouted, "Negative! It's negative!"
"… Mister witch doctor, what does' negative 'mean?" Meng Chao asked tentatively.
"It means that our ancestors have heard our prayers and are willing to give supreme divine power to a lowly rat citizen like you," the two witch doctors said sternly.
The two witch doctors said solemnly, "Your illness can be cured now!"
"…"
Meng Chao suddenly had a feeling that he did not really want to be treated by Witch Doctor Turan.
Fortunately, the secret medicine was genuine.
And it was even thicker than the medicine he received a few days ago.
Meng Chao felt as if he was submerged in a vat of dark green paste.
The spirit energy contained in the medicine was already comparable to the Hell's Blood he had accidentally absorbed in the lair!
Meng Chao could not help but moan in satisfaction.
He sucked in a deep breath and submerged himself in the medicine vat to enjoy the feeling of being nourished by the medicine. He absorbed spirit energy madly to repair his damaged cells and spirit meridians.
At the same time, he thought about everything he saw.
He had heard that there was once a "worship of cargo" on Earth.
When the natives who lived on remote islands discovered cargo ships and transport planes from the civilized world, they would send all sorts of resources to the island.
They thought that these cargo ships and transport planes were messengers sent by the gods, and that they could bring them inexhaustible resources.
Once the cargo ships and transport planes left, the natives used branches and straw to make them look like ships and planes. They worshiped them persistently and believed that as long as they were sincere enough, one day, the clay idols would turn into gods who would descend to the mortal world and give them endless resources and supreme power.
'It's clear that the Turan civilization's prayer to their ancestors is also a form of worship of cargo.
'The ancestors or creators of the high-grade orcs clearly had an outstanding civilization. They had advanced medical equipment, large-scale military facilities, super biochemical technology, and all sorts of other advanced technology.
'Unfortunately, after being attacked by the river of time for millions of years, their civilization still collapsed, and a huge chasm appeared in it.
'Most of the advanced technology of the past was lost, and only the natives of the tribes were left. They did not know what was going on and did not know why. They clumsily imitated their ancestors and tried to awaken the power that had been sleeping for ten thousand years …
'Wait, there's something strange about this.
'If the Turan civilization that controlled the advanced technology in the past had already collapsed and regressed to the era of clans, then what's with the medicine I'm enjoying right now?
'Could it be that when I'm possessed by a ghost, I can get gene medicine that's even more advanced than Dragon City's?
"Also, the totem armor combines the advantages of the nano battle suit and the power armor. It also boasts the marvelous self-repair ability and the ability to change weapons to a certain extent. Leaving aside the research and development of such an advanced individual weapon system, is it possible that a civilization of a clan can maintain and repair it so that it is as good as new after thousands of years?"
Meng Chao began to feel that the Turan civilization was not as simple as the orcs on the surface.
He was about to enter deep meditation to gather all the information and try to get more of his previous life's memories from the depths of his brain when he suddenly shuddered.
He felt that the temperature had instantly dropped below zero, and the originally sticky medicine was about to freeze into ice.
Meng Chao craned his head out of the water.
He noticed that the two witch doctors had already left the treatment room.
The treatment room also turned into an ice cave.
The female snow leopard warrior widened her eyes and had a hostile expression on her face. She sat across the medicine bowl and glared at him.
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