Black sails

Chapter 25 XXV. Poison in the world

Dinner time has passed.

It was almost midnight, and it was time to rest.

The secret harbor in the cave is eerily quiet.

Ship's hospital.

In the space of more than 20 square meters, the items are arranged quite neatly. The open bookshelf with no door covers a dazzling array of medical crystallizations from the Northern Prison. In addition to the entrance door, there is also a side door leading to the pharmacy.

There are vegetable oil paintings on the side cabinet, and there are a series of chisels and tweezers on the iron plate above. Micah has a stethoscope hanging on his chest and is reading a book about anatomy.

It’s not that Micah is working hard to improve himself, but the author of the original manuscript of this book is quite famous in the academic world. The details of each organ are painted like works of art, with every detail revealed. It’s hard to imagine how many times of practice it took to achieve this. The results also list the progress chart of the heart's operation and the specific details of the circulatory work of the internal organs, like a comic strip, which can give a detailed insight into the rules.

The kerosene lantern was a little weak, so Micah opened the lid and added a little fuel, and wiped the dust on the glass cover with a silk scarf.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. The person outside seemed a little cautious and didn't speak too loudly for fear of disturbing Micah.

"come in."

Micah thinks that the newcomers, Ren Xia Di and those guys will not be so polite.

Then a middle-aged man with greasy hair and a shaggy beard walked in, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Are you feeling unwell? Or are you addicted to drugs? If you want to ask me for some painkillers, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Micah sat on the chair and spoke in a calm tone. It seemed that he was low on blood and might be an addict.

Although Black Sail does not do that kind of business, some smuggling ships in the secret port where they are currently docking will purchase goods from the Tianguo Port Wholesale Market and then distribute them to local snakes on the east coast.

It’s not that Li Site doesn’t envy the money from that business. After other people’s business is done, he just grabs the money. That saves trouble. It’s a code connection and a relationship management. It’s so stupid. Li Site looked at it three years ago. This is a business that is dedicated to blocking the waterway and taking advantage of others, and the ill-gotten gains will be confiscated.

However, even a Black Sail ship cannot rob the entire east coast of drug lords. It can only be said to be a drop in the bucket and cannot affect the normal operation of the market at all. There are many types of these hallucinogens, including tablets, powders, decoctions, etc. It is prepared from plants and neurotoxin-containing Warcraft animal glands. Once you experience it, you will never forget it. The number of drug addicts in the Principality of Bema is outrageous.

The painkillers in the Western Continent are not cough syrups used to treat depression. They are often so powerful that they won't hurt when cut with a knife.

And Micah has long been familiar with it. He has encountered this situation no less than a hundred times. Basically one out of ten pirates is like this and wants to do something desperate to survive and continue to take food.

"no……"

The man smiled sarcastically and stood very cautiously. He swallowed the words as they reached his lips, not knowing how to speak.

"That means you feel unwell. What are the symptoms?"

Micah put down his anatomy book and put on his glasses.

Even though there was a chair, the man did not sit down. He scratched his forehead with his fingers and said, "Actually, I don't have money to see a doctor, so I came to the boat to treat my leg."

Micah smiled after hearing this and thought what was going on, "Don't worry, as long as it's not a serious problem and it won't affect normal work, even before going to sea, free medical treatment is the treatment that a black sailor should have. Which leg?" .”

The man pointed to his left leg.

Micah was speechless, why are you so stupid, "I asked you to lift up your trouser legs and take a look."

The man hesitated for a while, sat on the chair, and with great difficulty lifted up his left leg trousers. When he reached the knee, the pus and blood on the wound had already stuck to the linen, and every inch he lifted up, there was a trace of pus and blood. I walked a little bit of flesh until I reached the thigh, which was already blurry and dripping. The entire thigh was dark purple, filled with congestion and sepsis.

The man lowered his head, his eyes slightly absent-minded.

Micah's eyes narrowed, he was silent for a long time, and then... took off his glasses.

"You shouldn't have waited until so late to think about treatment."

Micah picked up a pair of scissors and cut off a strand of flesh on the man's leg without any pain feedback from the man.

The dark purple and black blood streaks spread into a network and will continue to spread as time goes by. Micah has been a forensic doctor and understands trauma traces. His thigh should have been cut. Although the muscles and bones were not injured, he can still exercise, but he has not been able to do so. Measures were taken, and by now the wound was completely infected and festering.

Micah used the scissors to touch the area around the wound where the infection had spread. The man was so painful that beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his lips turned pale.

Micah couldn't imagine how he survived the inspection on the boat. Oakes had a habit of tormenting people and had to make sure that there was nothing wrong with his limbs before putting him on the boat. This person... actually slipped under Oakes' nose.

"Can it still be cured?"

The man said weakly. He had already had a slight premonition of the result from Micah's subtle movements, but he still had some hope.

"Now sepsis has occurred, the skin nerves are completely necrotic, and the muscle and bone tissue are also necrotic to a certain extent. You are just holding on."

Micah thought for a while, then put his hand in his arms to find the money bag, and took out fifteen silver coins, "I'm sorry, I can't help you, and you can't stay on the ship anymore. This is the money I give you personally, It's too late now, you can sleep on the boat one night, and at dawn tomorrow, go to the city to find a doctor, and use the money to ask him to amputate your leg."

When he heard the word amputation, the man let out a few trembling breaths, then pursed his lips tightly and confirmed again: "Does it have to be amputated?"

With a cold tone, Micah began to issue an order to expel you, "Only amputation can save your life, and the sooner the better. If you wait for more than a week, the high priest will not be able to save you, so leave quickly."

The man was stunned for a while and smiled bitterly.

"No, I still have some money with me. I borrowed it from you now. I don't know when I will get it back. Thank you, doctor."

The man did not continue to hold on. He limped out of the ship's hospital room with his severely painful leg and closed the door.

Micah took a deep breath and held his forehead.

"There's everyone."

Micah was speechless, he didn’t even want the free money, he really thought about it.

He had already taken these things lightly, turned off the kerosene lamp, and prepared to sleep.

Except for the big guy Wollman, who sleeps in the warehouse, the core members of the ship have their own bedrooms, while Micah, a high-end talent, is given special attention. Apart from Li Site and Fen, the room is the largest.

Micah left the ship's hospital room and returned to the bedroom. After two rounds of tossing with many people in the afternoon, Micah was also a little tired and fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

The next morning.

The sky is bright.

The rooms on the first floor below the deck have portholes, allowing light to shine in. The sailors sleep in the dark big bunk lower down.

Micah was awakened by the sound of a group of people trotting outside the door. He immediately rolled out of bed and, wearing only his pajamas, picked up the hatchet from the bedside table and walked out of the door.

Seeing that none of these sailors had done anything, I was relieved.

He grabbed a random sailor and asked, "What happened?"

The sailor replied: "Someone hanged down below. I don't know who killed him."

Micah frowned and said, "Don't go down and get involved, go find the captain quickly."

Micah himself followed the other sailors to the lower level.

After a while, I saw more than a dozen sailors holding lanterns to illuminate the aisle, and a man was hung from the lintel with a hemp rope around his neck. As the waves pushed the ship, the body was shaking slightly.

Surprisingly, the man who came to treat his leg last night.