Wen Fei's orders were a bit inexplicable. In the tribal tradition, men naturally went out to hunt, while cooking and other things in the tribe were naturally the affairs of women and children.

Now that these people are infected with the plague, they naturally have to take care of these women and children. Do they still have to let men who go out to hunt for them?

Although Aziman also didn't understand Wen Fei's words, he waved his hand quickly. He was extremely tall in the tribe and quickly drove everyone out.

Wen Fei nodded and walked into several wooden houses. His fire head is very low now, and the three fires of Fu Lu and Shou are all very dim, and they are more likely to be infected with viruses than ordinary people.

So he didn't dare to be careless at all. He covered his mouth and nose with his clothes and covered his whole body tightly before he was willing to walk in and take a look.

Hao Zao Wenfei looked at the patient a few times and felt relieved. Although Master Wen Datian didn't know much about medical skills, he had dealt with the plague back then.

I have also studied some various plague-infectious diseases and so on. I can tell at a glance that this is not smallpox. It is really a transmission of smallpox, but it will cause acne on the body.

However, these patients have fever, fatigue, and even sore throats. It makes Wen Fei look more like a virus like influenza, and it will definitely not be smallpox.

This should be much simpler than plague and smallpox. Thinking that I met Luo Idiom because of the prevention and control of plague, I couldn't help but smile.

Originally, Aziman was always playing drums in his heart. Even if he was a wizard who communicated with the ancestor spirit, he did not dare to be careless at all when facing the tribe's life and death.

At this time, I saw Wen Fei smiled a little, and couldn't help but rush, "How is it? Can it be cured?"

Wen Fei nodded and said, "You should do what I said first, all the illnesses will occur.

This small place called Qingshan Town. It is conceivable that there is no hospital, or even a health center. There are only two large bungalows, with green wall skirts painted on the walls, and many of them have peeled off, revealing the white lime inside.

The doctors inside were quite polite when they saw Wen Fei coming. They seemed a little familiar with Wen Fei. This made Wen Fei vaguely know that he seemed to be proficient in some herbs before and were quite familiar with the doctors in the town.

When Wen Fei mentioned the purpose of his visit, a senior doctor frowned: "We have not had a major infectious disease for many years. From what you said, I feel very similar to diphtheria."

These township doctors are all barefoot doctors trained by the state back then. Although this kind of thing that appeared in special times has no ability to major illnesses and disasters, it has made great contributions to the popularization of medical care and the prevention and treatment of large-scale diseases.

For example, most barefoot doctors have not received formal medical training and have only learned one "Barefoot Doctor Manual".

But don’t underestimate this kind of rustic and sloppy thing. It has pictures and texts. It is a treasure book of “general medical medicine”.

Not only has it made great contributions to solving the medical problems of hundreds of millions of people in an era of material scarcity, it has also been the national health guidance manual for the Chinese people.

From common coughs, vomiting to complex cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and cancers, from knowledge about preventing mosquitoes and flies to protection of nuclear weapons and biological weapons, from acupuncture, herbs to commonly used Western medicines, everything is available.

It has even attracted the attention of the international community. The United Kingdom, the United States and UNESCO translated it, and more than 50 kinds of texts have been translated and have been published around the world. To this day, the English version of the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" can still be seen in bookstores in some Western countries.

These barefoot doctors are similar to this book. Although they do not have any formal medical training, they have extremely rich medical experience. Over the past few decades, I don’t know how many diseases I have seen.

Even for infectious diseases caused by this hygiene habit, it is even more expert.

If Wen Fei went to a regular hospital, he would just speak in vernacular terms. No doctor dared to draw conclusions at will, that is, these barefoot doctors who were recruited and not transferred to a regular hospital employee would dare to be so sure.

"The medical and health care in our town is doing well now. Which village has this large-scale infectious disease?" an old doctor asked curiously.

Wen Fei stammered: "I have a relative abroad. I wrote to me last time to mention this kind of thing. He was in the United States and said that he saw an Indian tribe who had been infected with this disease. The entire tribe was isolated by the army... Dozens of experts consulted but no problem was found..."

The doctor who said it was diphtheria was a little unsure at the beginning, and then he slapped his thigh and said, "That's right. It must be diphtheria... When I went to the city for training five years ago, I encountered this kind of thing. I could tell it was diphtheria at a glance. Hehe, we have seen too many of this disease. But the hospital wants to treat tonsillitis as treatment..."

Another doctor said proudly: "We can't do things like surgery. But there are several hospital doctors who can see countless diseases like us that they have never seen or even thought about... I see, those Americans probably are just like this. They have lived so well and have never seen such infectious diseases that are mainly caused by hygiene problems."

If you know what the disease is, it’s easy to say. Wen Fei was too lazy to listen to their nonsense, so he asked, “Look, how should this diphtheria be cured?”

"How to treat it? It's the easiest, penicillin." The old doctor said laughing: "I don't believe those Americans don't even have penicillin..."

When Wen Fei heard about penicillin, he felt relieved. He didn't come here to prescribe medicine, so he went directly to the county town and ran to the pharmacy to open a lot.

There is no such rule that prescription drugs are not allowed in this day, and it is when the whole nation goes to the market and looks at everything from money. Master Wen Da Tian takes colorful money, so he is naturally not afraid of not being able to buy things.

Of course, he also bought a lot of disinfectant for disinfection, as well as lime and other things. He sent it to Aziman's tribe.

When I looked at the patient who was injected with penicillin, my fever began to fade slowly, and my terrifying blush began to dissipate.

Those people from the Aziman tribe saw Wen Fei's eyes again, and they were filled with awe and gratitude.

At this time, Europeans had almost only two medical methods, namely bloodletting and enema.

These Indians could only rely on some herbs and witchcraft of wizards. Have you ever seen such a magical thing? A small iron needle can be inserted into a person's body and healed it?

In their eyes, this method is undoubtedly like witchcraft. What's more, only Wen Fei can cure the disease, and he needs to ask Master Wen to help him. He undoubtedly gave Master Wen a mysterious color.

Although those patients have not been fully cured, Wen Fei's series of arrangements have continued. Obviously, the plague has not spread further, which has made many people full of confidence in Wen Fei.

Looking at the injections that Wen Fei has been given, it seems that his symptoms have all been relieved, so I can't help but look forward to Wen Fei even more.

Although the cloud covering the tribe's head has not completely dissipated, it has obviously been opened, allowing Tom to breathe a little. Since he learned that someone in his tribe has been infected with the plague, many people have become desperate...

Now Wen Fei is their savior, so Wen Fei's status in the Aziman tribe has once again increased.

This time, Master Wen didn't even open his mouth, let alone selling things. The Azimans wanted to deliver all the good things to Wen Fei.

That night, Wen Fei did not go back and lived in Aziman's tribe. Even the patriarch Hei Niu personally vacate the house and ask Wen Fei to live there. Wen Fei was not polite at all.

Early the next morning, Wen Fei had breakfast with a good appetite. Before he could go out for a walk, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside the tribe, but dozens of white ghosts were riding fiercely.

There were originally no animals like horses on this American continent. There were not even slightly larger animals, otherwise they would not have even been invented with wheels and remained in the era of carrying shoulders and hand-held.

However, after the colonists arrived, there were various reasons. Many European horses were lost, wandering on the vast new continent, gradually growing and becoming wild horse communities.

It also allowed the indigenous Indians to not only learn to use steel weapons, but also to fight on horseback, and quickly emerge from the predicament.

If it weren't for the colonists who finally climbed the technology tree to the age of firearms and completely defeated courage with firearms, it would be hard to say whether they laughed to the end or the Indians who laughed to the end!

The Aziman tribe was one of the tribes that first learned to ride horses, and many war horses were even bought from those white ghosts.

At this time, most of the colonists were evil people and bankrupts who could not survive in Europe, and then they went to the New World to survive.

These goods are sold by virtue of their integrity. As long as they can make money, not to mention the advanced weapons and war horses in their hands, even their parents are willing to sell them.

It was also because of these Azimans' poor population. They soon passed on the story of Wen Da Tianshi selling weapons to let the white ghosts know.

It doesn’t matter if Master Wen Datian made a small fuss and made some wine, water, cloth, etc. Now he even wants to sell weapons. This is simply a way out of people and money, and it’s irreconcilable!

Upon hearing the news, the colonists could no longer sit still and rushed over with great momentum.

Even Master Wen himself did not expect that these Aziman tribes had such a deep relationship with the white ghosts. The two sides were dozens of miles apart, and in just a few days, the news spread to the white ghosts.
Chapter completed!