Chapter 261

Chapter Two Hundred Forty-Eight: Inquiry

“Brother Kapak, can you take a look at me too? My stomach has been hurting a bit these past few days!”

“Can you help me as well? I got cut while hunting a few days ago, and the wound hasn’t healed yet!”

“Fendorling… little Kapak, can you check my leg?”

……

Inside the Tupa Tribe’s camp, in front of Kapak’s dwelling, a group of tribe members gathered around him eagerly after seeing that he had successfully treated Qiqilu’s fracture. Seeing this situation, Kapak quickly stood up and said to the fellow tribespeople surrounding him.

“Everyone, don’t rush. One at a time, I will see each of you, so please stay calm.”

As he organized the scene, Kapak began treating each tribe member before him, doing his best to help them.

Not long ago, Kapak followed the “Scholar’s” words and prayed to Akka. As expected, he received another revelation, gaining new knowledge—knowledge of medicine that he had always dreamt of.

Wound treatment, bone setting, symptom assessment, equipment use, inducing vomiting, herbal identification, medication use… The medical knowledge Kapak acquired from Akka was practical and very useful in harsh environments. Although basic, it was effective.

In these past few days, using his newly acquired medical knowledge, Kapak enthusiastically and voluntarily treated his tribe’s members. Having previously healed someone with a strange pill for red stripe sickness, many people were willing to let him treat them. Kapak’s treatment indeed proved effective, and as a result, many people in the tribe began to seek him out for help.

In fact, knowledge gained from books is often superficial; the medical profession requires more than just theoretical knowledge. Practical experience is equally important. The combination of experience and knowledge is what develops a competent doctor.

Originally, Dorothy learned only medical theory from university libraries, lacking practical experience. She thought that simply flooding Kapak with a bunch of knowledge would turn him into a theoretical doctor who could cause problems due to his lack of experience.

To solve this issue, Dorothy came up with a solution. She exchanged all the medical knowledge she had learned through the system, acquiring a significant amount of other relevant knowledge along with a lot of practical medical experience, just like when she exchanged for Laurent Swordsmanship, which included not only the sword manual but also practical usage experience.

Relying on the system, Dorothy exchanged the book knowledge of medicine for a wealth of hands-on medical experience and packed all the knowledge and experience into one breath to transmit to Kapak, imprinting it onto the remaining pages of his soul book, filling it up completely. Thus, he became acquainted with contemporary medical knowledge and turned into a decent doctor.

In this way, he operated his home as a clinic, receiving numerous patients from the tribe. The scene of Kapak’s house being crowded attracted the attention of some outsiders.

……

As dusk approached, the evening glow bathed the Tupa Tribe’s camp. Due to the absence of gas lamps, lighting at night was poor, so Kapak ended today’s consultations, sending the patients home.

After a long day, Kapak wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at the departing tribespeople beneath the setting sun, and sighed with relief, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face.

“Alright, I can do this! This truly allows me to help my kin, to relieve their suffering from illness. Praise Akka! Thank you, Scholar! This knowledge is my greatest treasure!”

While wiping the sweat from his forehead, Kapak thought about how, although he couldn’t treat all who sought him, he could help most of them. Seeing his tribe members recover because of him filled him with joy.

He had to thank the powerful Mysterious Spirit Akka and the enthusiastic Scholar; the former granted him this precious knowledge, while the latter paid the corresponding price.

“I must work even harder to help my tribe. If my reputation in the tribe is high enough, perhaps I can talk to the Shaman Lord and see if I can access the knowledge he holds, which would allow me to report to the Scholar.”

With these thoughts, Kapak turned and entered his tent, then set his gaze on an opened medicine chest in the corner of the tent.

This was a medicine chest that had been rummaged through several times, containing many useful medicines. The once-full bandages had been largely used, and several used syringes lay beside the chest. The words inscribed on it were in Prit Language.

“Prit Army Medical Office”

This was one of Kapak’s collections. He had found it next to a deceased invader soldier during an attack on invading troops. He thought the assortment of bottles and jars inside was fascinating, so he brought it back. After becoming familiar with Prit Language, he finally understood the purpose of this box.

In recent days, Kapak was able to practice medicine relatively smoothly thanks to the medicines and medical tools in this chest. Some items like antibiotics proved immensely helpful during his treatment. Since the Tupa people naturally rejected the invaders’ goods, Kapak didn’t dare to mention where the medicine came from; he told them it was left to him by an Old Shaman. Fortunately, the tribe members had never seen how the invaders treated patients, so it was easy to deceive them.

“After two days of consultations, the medicine in this chest has been significantly depleted. I must find a way to replenish it. But these medicines can only be sourced in the invader city. How can I safely enter the city of the invaders?”

Kapak thought to himself as, at that moment, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside his door. Hearing this noise, Kapak immediately turned to look at the entrance and saw a tall figure pushing aside the curtain and walking in.

Wearing beige coarse trousers and bare-chested with well-defined muscles, his braided black hair hung down his back. His face was smeared with war paint, and his fierce eyes glinted with a fierce intensity.

Kapak recognized this figure as Sando, the hunting captain of the tribe, who hunted both game and invaders.

“Sando… what do you suddenly want with me?”

Seeing the imposing figure, Kapak instinctively took two steps back and muttered, while Sando remained silent, instead directing his gaze to the medicine chest beside him. He quietly reached in, pulling out a small medicine vial.

“What do I want? I’m here to stop your vile deception, Kapak!” With that, Sando slammed the vial on the ground, shattering it and spilling the capsules inside. Kapak was startled and wanted to pick up the pieces, but Sando pushed his hand away, stopping him, and sternly pointed at him.

“You may fool others, but not me, Kapak! You are using those White-skinned Demon’s things to treat the tribe! Do you even know what you’re doing?!

“Speak! What’s your scheme suddenly using White-skinned Demon’s items to treat people? Are you possessed by an Evil Spirit or bribed by those White-skinned ones? If you don’t come clean, beware that I will take you to see the Shaman!”