Chapter 968: Your illness is saved!

In short, the original appearance of this medical room thousands of years ago should be more advanced than the most advanced sterile ward in Longcheng.
Now it has become a place for witch doctors to dance to the great gods.
In many primitive tribes, witch doctors, priests, and shamans are the same thing. They are able to communicate with ancestors and gods, and they are noble existences.
The witch doctor in this medical room, although only responsible for treating the rat militiamen, has a low status in the Shinto system of Turan civilization.
Still draped with three layers of inner and three outer layers, very gorgeous seven-color feathers.
Wearing a huge ebony and bone mask.
And the neck, waist and limbs are covered with shining gems.
An unfathomable appearance.
However, the things inlaid in the center of their masks and the bottles used to fill the powder on their waists made Meng Chao not awed.
If Meng Chao is right, what is inlaid in the center of the mask and acting as the "third eye" should be a full-screen mobile phone.
The plastic soda bottles are used to fill powders and potions.
Of course, they are all ancient styles from decades ago, even the earth age.
The phone screen was broken long ago, exposing the circuit board inside.
Meng Chao estimated that these things were flooded when Longcheng and Taoyuan Town were just crossed. From Taoyuan Town to Hunuchuan, all the way through the "guillotine", they rushed to the middle and lower reaches of the Turan River, where they lived in Turanze. The fishermen salvaged it.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the Turan, these are the gifts of ancestral spirits.
No wonder the alliance between the previous Turan civilization and the Dragon City civilization was so refreshing.
Probably in the eyes of the Turan people, even the "sacred ancestor spirits" sent to help them fight the Holy Light camp, right?
Two witch doctors waved two beautifully carved totem beast leg bones, and danced around Meng Chao for a long time, muttering words.
Not to mention Meng Chao, even the other Turanese would not understand the content of the chant of "Jili Gulu".
Afterwards, one of the witch doctors took out a spicule and a tendon cord and motioned for Meng Chao to extend his arm.
Meng Chao hesitated and confirmed that the bone needles were not poisonous, and then slowly stretched out his hand.
The other party first tied the tendon cable to his elbow, waited a while, and then patted his forearm hard.
Immediately afterwards, another witch doctor squeezed a bit of ointment that looked like cooling oil from a plastic soda bottle, and applied it to the area where the first witch doctor was a little red after the slap.
The first witch doctor skillfully brought the bone needles, gave a stab, squinted his eyes, waited for a few seconds, gently pressed Meng Chao's elbow, and made another "needle removal" action.
The rather familiar action made Meng Chao stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized.
This is not a blood test!
That's right, since I got to the medical room, I naturally had to take a blood test first.
Even though the Turan civilization is still in the clan era, it is very scientific!
The problem is that a hollow needle is used to draw blood, and there are rubber tubes and blood sampling bottles behind it!
The two witch doctor brothers pretended to behave for a long time, and the bone needles didn't even penetrate the blood vessels. What use is this thing?
Meng Chao complained in his heart.
The two witch doctors were very serious and even religious.
The "blood-collected" bone needles were sent to a bronze instrument with gorgeous patterns engraved on the shell and various gears and bearings inlaid inside.
On the top of this instrument, there are two observation holes.
One of the witch doctors lowered his head, fine-tuned the gear next to the instrument, and watched attentively.
"This...isn't it a microscope?"
Meng Chao once again had a ridiculous premonition.
The other party's movements and postures are indeed "after collecting blood samples and sending them to a microscope-like instrument for analysis."
But Meng Chao is 100% sure that through this "microscope", not to mention bacteria, you can't even see the root hairs!
Not just because he was not actually blood drawn.
Also because, no matter what civilized microscope, it is impossible to use the cap of a soda bottle as a gear!
"So, this is not a real microscope, but a...use of countless shoddy parts, put together indiscriminately, to imitate the appearance of the microscope."
And the actions of these two witch doctors are obviously not real tests and treatments, but some kind of performance art.
Seeing the bullhead witch using his short hands that look like ox hoofs, he fiddled with the "microscope" pretentiously for a long time. Finally, Meng Chao couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "My lord witch doctor, what are you doing?"
The two witch doctors glanced at him dissatisfiedly.
Perhaps it was the shocking wound on Meng Chao's body that made them believe that this was a warrior who was sheltered by the ancestral spirit and was about to shine in the battle of glory.
Or maybe they don't think it is necessary to care about a rat folk from a remote country who doesn't understand anything.
Of course, it is more likely that Ice Storm just used the "Mithril Ripper" to smash the stinger's "Millions of Steam Hammer", and the scene fiercely tore into everyone's hearts like a cone of ice, making everyone They were all terrified.
A witch doctor prolonged the tone, shaking his head and shook his head: "Quiet, humble rat people, we are praying for the sacred ancestor spirit to give you infinite power and heal these minor injuries."
Obviously, the ritual of praying for ancestor spirits cannot be done simply by "blood test".
After finally waiting for the Bull Head Witch Doctor, he lifted his head from the "microscope."
Meng Chao was sent to two strange-shaped devices by them.
The first one, Meng Chao estimated to be an X-ray machine.
The second one is very much like a large MRI machine.
He was lying on a metal bed and was pushed into a circular cabin by two witch doctors.
Of course, like the "microscope", these two medical instruments are not real.
Although the surface is engraved or naturally grown with mysterious and complex patterns, it is also meticulously decorated by witch doctors-inlaid with a large number of colorful ores, with seven-color feathers glued with totem beast grease, and even from the "NMR" A large number of skulls of totem beasts hung down.
But these bits and pieces are not enough to make a ghost thing that is essentially a handicraft become a little medical effect.
The two witch doctors played very hard.
Seeing them covered in sweat with their thick colorful feather jackets, Meng Chao was a little moved.
"Negative!"
After the full set of inspections were completed, a witch doctor shook a huge snapping turtle shell, and out of it a totem beast rib engraved with a minus sign.
The two witch doctors were ecstatic, shaking their ribs at Meng Chao, shouting, "feminine, feminine!"
"...Master Witch Doctor, so what does feminine mean?" Meng Chao asked cautiously.
"Feminine means that the ancestor spirit has heard our prayers and is willing to bestow the supreme divine power on you, the humble rat people."
The two witch doctors solemnly said, "Your illness is saved!"
"..."
Meng Chao suddenly gave birth to a feeling that he didn't really want to be treated by the Turan Witch Doctor.
Fortunately, the secret medicine is genuine.
And the secret medicine obtained is thicker than when training a few days ago.
Meng Chao felt like he was immersed in a big jar of dark green paste.
The psychic energy contained in this secret medicine is almost comparable to the "blood of hell" he inadvertently absorbed in the depths of the nest city!
Meng Chao couldn't help groaning contentedly.
Taking a deep breath, the whole person was immersed in the big medicine jar, enjoying the feeling of being moisturized by the secret medicine, absorbing psychic energy frantically, and repairing damaged cells and spiritual veins.
At the same time, quickly thinking about everything he saw.
He heard that there was once a "cargo worship" on the earth.
When tribal indigenous people living on remote islands accidentally find cargo ships and transport planes in the civilized world, they will continuously transport all kinds of material resources to the island.
I thought that these cargo ships and transport planes were messengers sent by the gods and could bring them inexhaustible resources.
After the cargo ships and transport planes of the civilized world left, the tribesmen would use twigs and straws to bind them into big ships and airplanes, and persevere in worship. I believe that as long as they are pious enough, one day, the mud idols will become gods and go down to earth. Give them endless supplies and supreme strength again.
"Obviously, the Turan civilization's prayer for ancestor spirits is also a kind of cargo worship.
"The ancestors or creators of the higher orcs obviously possessed a superior level of civilization, possessing various black technologies including advanced medical equipment, large-scale military facilities, and super biochemical technology.
"Unfortunately, under the impact of thousands of years of time, their civilization still collapsed and huge faults appeared.
"Most of the black technologies of the past have been lost, and only the tribes and natives who do not know how to do it or why they do not know how to do it, are trying to awaken the power that has slept for thousands of years by imitating the appearance of their ancestors...
"Wait, there's something weird in it.
"If it is said that the Turan civilization that used to control super technology has collapsed and degraded to the clan age, what is the secret medicine I am enjoying?
"Could it be that the ghost upper body, jumping the great god, can jump out of the genetic potion that is more advanced than Dragon City?
"Also, the Totem Armor combines the dual advantages of nano-combat suits and power armors. It also has magical self-repair and a certain degree of weapon deformability. Such an advanced individual weapon system is not to be researched and developed. Could it be Can a clan civilization be maintained and repaired so that it will remain as bright as new after thousands of years?"
Meng Chao felt more and more that the Turan civilization was not as simple as the orc clan on the surface.
I am about to enter a state of deep meditation, integrate all the information, and try to grab more fragments of past life memory from the depths of my brain.
Suddenly shivered, feeling that the temperature dropped to below zero in an instant, and the originally sticky secret medicine was about to freeze into ice.
Meng Chao stuck his head out of the water.
It was found that two witch doctors had left the treatment room.
The treatment room has also become an ice cave.
The snow leopard female warrior with wide eyes and an unkind complexion sat on the opposite side of the big medicine tank, staring at him.