After meeting up with Rody, who was waiting in the kingdom's territory.
The team of four entered the Charles Territory of the autonomous colony of Faletis, which was not too far from the northern part of the Far Sail Territory.
The western part of the colony was the steep Cumberland Mountains. It was part of the Abayache Mountains. This mountain range that ran from north to south of the eastern part of the New World was rich in coal and iron ore.
Therefore, it was also the steel smelting center of Faletis in the New World.
Even the low-carbon steel used to modify the iron keel of the "Storm Horn" came from here.
However, because of the high investment required in the early stages, the metallurgical industry here was only in its early stages. The scale was not large. There were only a few iron ore mines, coal mines, and small and medium-sized metallurgical workshops scattered around.
However, the prospectors believed that there must be a larger scale of minerals hidden in the mountains. There might even be large-scale open-air deposits with immeasurable value.
This was also the motivation for the colony's higher-ups to sharpen their knives and prepare to move further west!
"Oh right, Rody. I haven't asked you yet. How did you know about Dr. Taylor? "
"Ah? Oh! You didn't know because you didn't spend much time in the New World. Many officials and nobles actually know this medical doctor who traveled to the New World.
My uncle, Mr. Hodge, is a large planter in the Cabusher Colony, a member of the House of Lords, and also a member of the governor's council.
I once received his help. That's how I know about this doctor with superb medical skills. "
Hearing Elvin's question, Olivia was slightly stunned.
However, she immediately prepared an excuse. She had to thank Mr. Rody, who had already gone to another world, for boasting about his "family background".
In fact, Olivia's understanding of Dr. Taylor came from her mother, Nympho, which was also the source of her confidence in the doctor's ability.
This was because Dr. Taylor was not a simple doctor. He was an official wizard who leaned towards the path of medicine. Most of the members of the Vissali School of Thought were wanted by the church.
Corpse thief, heretic, blood-sucking devil, messenger of death … all sorts of terrible titles were imposed on them.
Olivia suspected that this was the reason why he had come to the New Continent. Life in the Old Continent was difficult for him.
"Is that so? That's because I'm ignorant. Speaking of which, I'm a registered pharmacist in the kingdom. I can try to communicate with this medical doctor. "
In this era where modern medicine had just started, bloodletting therapy was still very popular. Many doctors' treatment methods were actually not much different from witchcraft.
However, the most horrifying thing was that the user of this "witchcraft" did not possess any spellcasting ability.
For ordinary sailors, even if it was a simple external injury, the best medicine, or rather the only medicine, was high concentration rum.
Even if the conditions were better, it would only be a bottle of inferior "holy water" that had been mixed with an unknown amount of water.
In this era, there was even a saying that the better the medical conditions, the higher the mortality rate. In other words, the survival rate of the rich and powerful who had medical services was lower than that of the poor who relied on their own immune system.
One could only imagine how unreliable the medical skills of this era were!
Therefore, Elvin knew very well how rare it was to have a doctor who mastered real scientific treatment methods in this era.
He was even considering it.
If Dr. Taylor was truly skilled, he could try to invite him to be the ship's doctor on the "Storm Horn." Even if it didn't work, he had to maintain a good relationship with him so that the crew could often receive medical assistance from him.
The group was at least at the Extraordinary rank of an official Knight. Their mobility was excellent. Even if they chatted along the way, they quickly arrived at their destination.
Surrounded by mountains, there was a medium-sized iron mine.
"Is this the place?"
"Yes, with a name and appearance, plus the vague guidance from the passersby, the divination won't be wrong."
Milan answered confidently. The spirit pendulum in her hand pointed diagonally in front of her, defying the laws of gravity. Finding people and objects was a piece of cake for her.
Standing at the entrance, they could already see many absentee natives and Nimanster supervisors coming and going in the mine.
A few Nimanster guards who belonged to the mine saw the group appear and immediately came forward to ask respectfully.
"Sir, may I ask who you are?"
"We are here to find someone. Is there a Dr. Taylor in the mine?
If someone can give us directions, that would be great. If you're worried about us stealing the iron mine, you can send someone to follow us. "
Elvin explained the reason for his group's arrival. However, looking at the confused faces of the guards, they clearly didn't know who Dr. Taylor was.
"Ah, welcome to the Camodo Iron Mine. Feel free to find anyone you want. If you need anything else, feel free to let me know."
The potbellied manager of the mine rushed over after hearing the news. His attitude was even better than the guards'.
Regardless of whether it was ancient or modern times, the first impression a stranger would always be one's appearance. Although it wasn't recommended to judge a book by its cover, the prevalence of such behavior was also reasonable.
Even if they were dressed casually and didn't take a carriage, their clothes were still neat and tidy along the way, and their military boots were shiny. In particular, the aura emanating from Elvin's body clearly showed that this group was not ordinary.
Anyone with eyes could tell. How could there be so many snobs looking down on them?
Moreover, they were just looking for a person. It wasn't a difficult request.
"Thank you very much."
"It's my duty. Everyone, please!"
When Elvin and the others followed the spirit pendulum to find the doctor, he was performing a surgery in an extremely crude environment.
The subject of the surgery was a native boy who had his hands chopped off and had fainted.
This situation wasn't uncommon among slaves. The few of them understood the whole story when they saw the man leaning against the corner of the wall.
It was a man who was dressed in dusty attire. He covered his face and sobbed weakly, "Why did you punish your own son for not completing the mission?!"
Even Apsuya, who was also an Atrian, couldn't bear it. But she wasn't too indignant. After all, this was the current situation of slaves in small tribes. Being able to take care of their own tribe was already the limit of their abilities.
Their attention didn't linger on this tragedy for long. Instead, they were attracted by the doctor's actions.
"Eh? Dr. Taylor is a sorcerer? "
On a relatively flat wooden corridor, a semicircle of light green shrouded two figures.
One was a skinny boy of about five or six years old. The other was a middle-aged man in a long robe with light white hair at his temples.
Two severed arms wrapped in light green light floated beside him. Small blood clots were constantly discharged from the severed arms.
The middle-aged doctor skillfully cleaned the wounds, trimmed the skin, muscles, bones, blood vessels, nerves …
Then, he placed the severed arms close to the upper arms and fixed the bones with screws of unknown materials.
Using the child's own hair as the suture thread, he quickly shuttled between the skin and flesh.
Perhaps because there was no external blood supply, the doctor's hands moved very quickly. It was obvious that he was racing against time.
Elvin could clearly see that this was a "dream-like" severed limb replantation surgery!
Although he used witchcraft as an aid, it was difficult to erase the core of advanced medicine.
This doctor's knowledge system clearly had the concept of blood circulation. There were no mistakes in the connection of arteries and veins.
From this, Elvin knew that this was the person he was looking for!
Everyone held their breaths and quietly watched the doctor's seemingly artistic movements.
However, the surgery was quickly completed. Just as the nerves were being connected …
Tap … tap … tap …
Elvin suddenly walked forward under the surprised gaze of his companions. He easily penetrated the spiritual barrier that created the sterile space.
Pop —
Then, the "Activating Spiritual Light" in his hand flashed. The nerves that were originally connected by Taylor were reconnected.
Then, the coat (myelin sheath) that wrapped the nerve filaments split open, revealing the central nerve filament that extended into the originally broken distal myelin sheath and finally closed again.
"You …"
The doctor who was focused on the surgery wanted to stop this guy who came out of nowhere to help. However, he did not expect to see immediate results. The child's fingers moved slightly.
Although there was surprise in his eyes, the doctor knew that the most important thing now was his patient. He quickly completed the final suture.
Then, the two of them cooperated with each other and used only half the time to reconnect the boy's other arm.
After the surgery was completely completed, the middle-aged doctor removed the spiritual barrier and excitedly grabbed Elvin's hand.
"Hello, sir. You are also a doctor, right? Your understanding of the nervous system is beyond our current knowledge.
Originally, I just wanted to do my best. I don't know if my hands can recover normal function.
Now, I think there is at least an 80% chance of it returning to its original state. Can I share my experience of the nervous system with you? "
Looking at the excited doctor, Elvin smiled slightly.
"Hello, Dr. Taylor! I … can barely be considered a pharmacist. Not as professional as you.
To put it bluntly, neural connection is not complicated. I can tell you about it now.
After a nerve fiber is broken, as long as the coat (myelin sheath) that wraps the nerve filament can be positioned properly.
The central nerve filament can extend along the superior myelin sheath into the originally broken distal myelin sheath. Finally, new nerve fibers are formed and the nerve's function of transmitting signals is restored.
The key to nerve connection is the inner nerve filament, not the outer myelin sheath. "
"I see! I see! "
The middle-aged doctor's face was full of realization. He even danced like a child as if he had heard the truth. Obviously, his passion for medicine came from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing that he seemed to be immersed in his own world, Elvin hurriedly pulled him back. "Dr. Taylor, we are looking for you to ask for help."
As he spoke, Elvin took out the analysis report on the [Super Cyst Fungus]. Because of the other party's identity as a wizard, he even took out the analysis of the traces of witchcraft modification.
"With your level, is there a disease that you can't solve?"
Taylor took the experimental record from Elvin's hand in confusion and opened it to take a look.
The next moment, his expression changed drastically and he exclaimed.
"School of Poison!"
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