"Hehe, dical Officer Oscar, just listen to His Highness. The current His Highness is truly knowledgeable and talented." Lancelot, lying on the bed, chuckled.
dical Officer Oscar frowned. "A physician’s heart is benevolent; how can we act recklessly? If Your Highness cannot provide a reason, this old man dares not use such thods."
This put Simon in a difficult position. The principle of alcohol disinfection couldn’t be explained clearly with words alone; it required experints to prove. Fresh at contained antibiotics, which could prevent inflammation to so extent. However, while Simon understood these things, he couldn’t convince dical Officer Oscar with re words.
dical Officer Oscar was a stubborn man, highly confident in his dical skills, and always scornful of unorthodox thods.
Simon said. "In that case, dical Officer Oscar, why not follow my instructions?"
"A human life cannot be treated so carelessly." dical Officer Oscar frowned.
Lancelot interjected. "Since you can’t save him anyway, there’s no harm in trying."
"This old man only said he might not survive, not that he would definitely die. The thod Your Highness speaks of is unheard of. If Your Highness truly can treat the wounded, I have a patient here with a festering wound that cannot be healed." dical Officer Oscar said.
Hearing this, Simon replied. "In that case, I will prove it to you, dical Officer Oscar."
After briefly treating the wound on his back, dical Officer Oscar led Simon to the outer room of the dical hall. There, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes lay on the ground, emitting a foul odour. Beside him was a girl about seven or eight years old, softly weeping.
Seeing dical Officer Oscar, the girl pleaded tearfully. "dical Officer Oscar, please save my father. My mother died early, and he’s all I have left. I’ll even sell myself to pay the dical fees."
dical Officer Oscar sighed. "Lillian, it’s not that I won’t save him, but his wound has already festered. I am powerless."
Lillian continued to sob, heartbroken.
The pitiful cries made Simon’s heart ache. Although he was now a prince of the kingdom, his soul was still that of an ordinary person from his previous life. He understood the hardships of the common people and knew how difficult life was for those at the bottom of society. A simple illness could often ruin a family.
Now, such an event was unfolding before his eyes, and these were his own subjects.
"dical Officer Oscar, go find so maggots from green-headed flies and place them in the patient’s wound," Simon said.
dical Officer Oscar was stunned and said indignantly. "My Lord, how can you be so frivolous? Maggots eat flesh and bone. How can they be used to treat wounds?"
"dical Officer Oscar, just do as I say. Otherwise, he will only die. Tell , do you have any other thods?" Simon suddenly spoke sternly.
He didn’t bla dical Officer Oscar. The knowledge gap was too vast. To people of this era, the thods he proposed seed utterly absurd.
dical Officer Oscar fell silent. The prince had repeatedly suggested these strange thods, and now, seeing his serious expression, it was clear he wasn’t joking. With a sigh, dical Officer Oscar complied.
Maggot therapy was no secret in modern tis. It wasn’t used for fresh wounds but for treating infected, festering wounds. In modern dicine, this was called debrident. Only by completely cleaning away the necrotic tissue could the wound heal.
The larvae of green-headed flies were easy to find in the Eldorian Empire, where toilets were everywhere. dical Officer Oscar ordered an apprentice to quickly fetch clean larvae and place them in the middle-aged man’s wound.
"My Lord, what should we do now?" dical Officer Oscar asked, now completely at a loss.
"Remove the outer layer of necrotic tissue and let the maggots clean out the remaining rotten flesh," Simon instructed.
He wasn’t a dical professional, but the detailed steps for this treatnt, along with visual materials, were clearly docunted in the system.
While an apprentice handled the festering wound, Simon began explaining the principles of maggot therapy for infected wounds to dical Officer Oscar, also touching on the roles of alcohol and fresh at.
However, while maggot therapy was sowhat understandable, the concepts of alcohol disinfection and antibiotics left dical Officer Oscar utterly confused. Without empirical evidence, he couldn’t grasp these ideas, especially since they were entirely foreign to him.
"I’ve said all I can. A physician’s heart is benevolent. If there’s hope to heal the patient, why should dical Officer Oscar care about the thod?" Simon tossed the ball back to dical Officer Oscar.
The man was stubborn and pedantic, always preaching about a physician’s benevolence. This argunt left dical Officer Oscar in a dilemma. If he didn’t follow the instructions and sothing went wrong, it would damage his dical ethics.
Simon had Thomas fetch so alcohol and fresh at for the dical hall, instructed Lancelot to rest there, and then returned to the castle.
He would return in a couple of days to see the results.
The rebellion of Bertram had to be addressed properly. Back at the castle, Simon personally wrote an article condemning Bertram and his accomplices for their treasonous acts.
After receiving the draft, Harlan had the newspaper office typeset and print it. Over the next few days, news of Bertram’s rebellion spread throughout the six cities.
Simon’s personal involvent in rooting out the Redwyck family beca a hot topic of discussion on the streets and in the alleys.
In a tavern in Brambleford, several scholars sat together, reading a newspaper.
The scholar holding the newspaper was dressed more elegantly than the others. He had bought the newspaper, which could only be purchased at the newspaper office. Although each copy cost only one copper coin, many scholars still couldn’t afford it.
"What does the newspaper say? Hurry up and read it!" The scholar, addressed as Erin, was swaying his head as he read the newspaper, while the others grew impatient.
The events of the previous day’s battle outside Brambleford had already spread into the city, but few knew the details. Now that the newspaper had published the story, many were eager to learn the truth.
Erin gently put down the newspaper and clasped his hands toward the direction of the prince’s castle. "Who would have thought that His Highness would personally risk his life to root out the traitorous Redwyck family? Such bravery is truly a model for us all."
"What do you an by risking his life?" The other scholars grew even more anxious.
Only then did Erin begin to recount the story, and the scholars listened as if entranced.
After hearing the tale, one scholar said. "His Highness first eliminated the Goldwynd family, and now the Redwyck family and nearly thirty other noble families. Almost half of the nobility in the six cities have been removed."
"Exactly. Now the Chandlier and Duskry families have published articles in the newspaper, firmly supporting His Highness’s policies. It seems the winds of change are blowing in the six cities."
"With the nobility losing power, it’s the perfect ti for us commoners to rise. We must all strive harder." Another scholar added.
"Of course. I’m currently taking the selection exam for the Oxford Academy. If I can get in, my career is half set."
The other scholars were also aware of the Oxford Academy’s selection exam. One of them asked. "But what confuses is why the Oxford Academy has so many different categories?"
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