Hearing his name, Parkin froze for a moment. It was the knight beside him who reacted first, hurriedly supporting Parkin as they walked into the clinic.
Entering the clinic, Parkin saw two desks with a person sitting at each. One of them was an apprentice responsible for keeping records and dispensing medicine.
The layout inside was completely different from a witch doctor's home in the Yadian Kingdom. The entire room was filled with a pungent smell that made the nose quite uncomfortable.
"Give me the slip," The doctor said to Parkin.
"Yes." The knight quickly handed the paper over. From the moment they entered the hospital, they had looked completely out of their depth, or rather, utterly bewildered.
The doctor took the slip, looked at it for a moment, and said, "I need to examine him."
He stood up, walked over to observe Parkin, touched his forehead, and gave a slight nod. "A bit hot. He probably has a fever."
"Let's measure it." The doctor pulled out a thermometer, and began to flick his wrist to shake it down.
The doctors at the hospital were now very experienced with minor illnesses, and even some apprentices were capable of acting as doctors. Mainly, there was only one hospital in Sedona City, and there were quite a lot of patients. Under such circumstances, it was very easy for apprentices to gain practical knowledge and experience.
"What is this..." Parkin and the two knights watched the doctor's actions in bewilderment. Shaking it back and forth?
"Here, tuck this end under your armpit!" After shaking it, the doctor handed the thermometer over.
Parkin took the thermometer with a blank expression, stared at it in a daze, and then looked up at the doctor, having no idea what to do next.
The doctor shook his head helplessly, stood up, reached over to take back the thermometer, and said, "Come, raise your arm."
Parkin helplessly raised his arm. The doctor pulled his clothes aside and tucked the thermometer in.
"Hold it steady and don't move. Give it back to me in three minutes," The doctor said evenly, knowing the other party was a newcomer to Sedona City.
"Witch doctor, what is this for?" Parkin asked blankly.
It was his first time learning that seeing a doctor required tucking an ice-cold glass stick under one's armpit. Was it really this extravagant?
"I'm not a witch doctor, I am a doctor," The doctor corrected evenly. He glanced at Parkin and explained, "This is a thermometer. It's used to measure your body temperature to see if you have a fever."
Every day, the people who came to see him would ask the exact same question; he was already used to it.
"Oh, oh. Who gave you this glass stick?" Parkin asked casually.
The doctor rolled his eyes and said nonchalantly, "Given by the city lord."
"Oh!" Parkin frowned. This thing could detect if a person was sick? Was it really that miraculous?
Three minutes later, the doctor stood up and pulled the thermometer from under Parkin's armpit. After looking at it, he frowned and said, "Thirty-nine degrees. Looks like a high fever. I'll prescribe some medicine; take it back, boil it, and drink it."
"Thirty-nine degrees? What kind of disease is that?" Parkin asked in utter confusion. It was his first time hearing of such an illness.
"It's the degree of your fever." The doctor sighed and casually explained, "The human body has an optimal temperature..." He went on to explain some common medical knowledge. Studying medicine required patience; having to answer the same questions multiple times a day had already numbed him to it.
The apprentice had already gone to gather the medicine according to the prescription. A fever of thirty-nine degrees couldn't be cured by ordinary medicine; they had to use precious medicinal herbs.
"All done." The apprentice quickly gathered the medicine, wrapping it in paper and tying it with hemp rope. There were three packets in total, all wrapped in pale yellow paper.
The doctor handed them to Parkin and instructed, "Mr. Parkin, take these back. Add three bowls of water to one packet of medicine, and boil it down to one bowl. Then you can pour it out and drink it. Use one packet per day, boiling and drinking it three times a day."
"Alright." Parkin accepted the medicine packets with lingering doubt. He squinted at them for a long time, wondering what on earth this stuff was and why it smelled so awful.
Could this really cure my illness? Parkin opened his mouth, then remembered that his divine water had already been drunk by the beastkin. He had no other choice, and the Divine Lord wasn't bestowing any blessings upon him, so he could only hope this would be useful.
After paying a consultation fee that made all three of them wince in pain, Parkin was carried out of the hospital on the knight's back and returned to his room at the Drunken Night.
"What do we do with it?" Parkin looked at the medicine packets, his head growing dizzier and heavier.
"Lord Bishop, should I go ask someone else?" The knight thought of the front desk; when they checked in, the receptionist had said they could ask for help if they encountered any trouble.
"Go ahead," Parkin waved his hand weakly.
The knight took the medicine packets to the front desk and handed over some copper coins, asking the staff at the Drunken Night to help boil the medicine.
Knock, knock, knock...
A short while later, there was a knock on the door. The knight immediately opened it and saw the person from the front desk handing him a bowl of pitch-black medicine.
"Lord Bishop, the medicine is here." The knight took the medicine and, suppressing the pungent smell, brought it over to Parkin.
"This is the medicine that can cure my illness?" Parkin picked up the pitch-black medicine. Smelling the pungent odor, his entire face scrunched up.
"Lord Bishop, please allow this subordinate to test the medicine," The knight said respectfully.
"No need." Parkin shook his head. He wasn't stupid; there were so many people at that place called the hospital, they couldn't possibly be poisoning everyone.
He blew on the medicine, pinched his nose, and took a sip. He almost spat it out, but ultimately, his life was more important, so he forced it down.
Just like that, expending a Herculean effort, Parkin finally finished the medicine, his face scrunching up even more severely.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Parkin muttered in a low voice, complaining, "Why is it so bitter? Is this poison?"
Not long after drinking the medicine, Parkin fell into a groggy sleep, not even eating dinner.
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