"Brother Kapak, can you take a look at too? My stomach has been hurting for days!"
"Can you help as well? I got cut during a hunt a few days ago, and the wound hasn’t healed!"
"Fendolin... Little Kapak, can you check my leg?"
...
In the Tupa Tribe camp, in front of Kapak’s tent, a crowd of tribe mbers gathers after witnessing Kapak successfully treat Chichiru’s fracture. Seeing this, Kapak quickly stands up and addresses the crowd.
"Everyone, don’t rush. I’ll help each of you, one by one. Stay calm."
As he organizes the crowd, Kapak begins treating the tribe mbers one by one, doing his best to heal their ailnts.
Not long ago, Kapak had followed the Scholar’s instructions and prayed to Akasha. As expected, he received another revelation—this ti, the dical knowledge he had always longed for.
Wound treatnt, fracture setting, symptom diagnosis, tool usage, inducing vomiting, herbal identification, dication use... Kapak had received a wealth of practical dical knowledge from Aka, perfect for the harsh and primitive conditions of his tribe. Though basic, it was highly effective.
Over the past few days, using his newfound dical knowledge, Kapak had been enthusiastically treating his fellow tribe mbers for free. Thanks to his previous success in curing Red Strip Disease with mysterious pills, many were willing to let him treat them. Kapak’s treatnts proved effective, and soon, many tribe mbers began seeking him out for dical help.
In truth, book knowledge alone is not enough to make a competent doctor. Practical experience is equally important. Only the combination of knowledge and experience can create a skilled physician.
Originally, the dical knowledge Dorothy had learned from the university library was purely theoretical. She realized that simply dumping a pile of knowledge on Kapak would turn him into a "theoretical doctor," prone to mistakes due to lack of experience.
To solve this problem, Dorothy ca up with a solution. She fed the dical knowledge she had learned into the system, exchanging it for additional related knowledge and, more importantly, practical dical experience. This was similar to how she had exchanged for Laurent Swordsmanship, which ca with both techniques and experience.
Through the system, Dorothy converted her book knowledge into a wealth of practical dical experience. She then packaged this knowledge and experience together and transmitted it all to Kapak, imprinting it onto his remaining Soul Codex. This filled up his Soul Codex and turned him into a competent doctor, familiar with modern dical knowledge.
Thus, using his ho as a clinic, Kapak began treating the tribe mbers. However, the large gatherings at his tent attracted the attention of others.
…
As dusk falls, the evening glow of the setting sun bathes the Tupa Tribe camp. Since the tribe lacks gas lamps and nightti lighting is poor, Kapak ends the day’s treatnts and sends the patients ho.
After a long day of work, Kapak wipes the sweat from his brow and gazes at the departing tribe mbers under the sunset, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
“It’s working! This knowledge really can help my people, freeing them from the tornt of illness. Praise Aka! Thank you, Scholar! This knowledge is my greatest treasure!”
As he wipes the sweat from his forehead, Kapak thinks to himself. Although he can’t cure every ailnt, he can help most of the tribe mbers who co to him. Seeing his people recover because of his efforts fills him with imnse joy.
And for this, he must thank the powerful mysterious spirit Akasha and the kind Scholar. The forr granted him this precious knowledge, while the latter paid the necessary price.
“I must work even harder to help my people. If my reputation in the tribe grows high enough, perhaps I can speak with the Shaman and gain access to the knowledge he has collected. That way, I can repay the Scholar.”
With this thought, Kapak turns and enters his tent. His gaze falls on an open dical kit in the corner.
This is a well-used dical kit, containing many partially used dications. The once-full bandages have been significantly depleted, and a few used syringes lie nearby. The kit bears the inscription: "Pritt Army dical Corps."
This is one of Kapak’s prized possessions, found on the body of a dead invader soldier during a raid. At the ti, he thought the bottles and jars inside looked interesting, so he took it. After learning Pritti Common, Kapak finally understood the purpose of the kit.
Over the past two days, Kapak’s dical practice has relied heavily on the dications and tools in this kit. Items like antibiotics have played a crucial role in his treatnts. However, since the Tupa Tribe harbors a natural aversion to the invaders’ belongings, Kapak has been careful not to reveal the origin of the dications, instead claiming they were left by an old shaman. Fortunately, the tribe mbers have no idea how the invaders’ dicine works, making it easy to deceive them.
“After two days of treatnts, the dications in this kit are running low. I need to find a way to replenish them. But these dications can only be obtained in the invaders’ cities. How can I safely enter one of their cities?”
As Kapak ponders this, hurried footsteps approach his tent. He turns to the entrance and sees a tall figure push aside the tent flap and enter.
The man wears beige coarse cloth pants, his bare upper body showcasing well-defined muscles. His black hair is braided and hangs down his back, and his face is painted with several war stripes. His sharp eyes exude a fierce intensity.
Kapak recognizes this man. He is Sando, the tribe’s hunting leader, who hunts both ga and invaders.
"Sando... What brings you here?"
Kapak takes a step back, his voice tinged with unease as he addresses the imposing figure. Sando doesn’t respond imdiately. Instead, his gaze falls on the dical kit in the corner. He reaches into the kit and pulls out a small bottle.
"Why am I here? To stop your deceitful sche, Kapak!"
Sando snarls, slamming the bottle to the ground and shattering it. The capsules inside scatter across the floor. Kapak, startled, moves to pick them up, but Sando pushes him back and points at him accusingly.
"You can fool the others, but not , Kapak! You’re using the white-skinned devils’ stuff to treat our people! Do you realize what you’re doing?!"
"Tell , Kapak! How did you suddenly learn to use the invaders’ dicine? Are you possessed by an evil spirit, or have you been bought off by those white-skinned devils? If you don’t co clean, I’ll take you to the Shaman!"
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