Is the knowledge left over from the ancient lost civilization?

Sean looked at the old cover and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. The story told by Alhaz sounded so absurd and bizarre, it was like the crazy novelist's doomsday fantasy.

He looked at Alhaz's serious eyes and thought to himself that this guy was fooling him, right?

"You mean, this book records the black technology left by ancient civilizations? What exactly is it?"

"No, it's better to say it's magic than technology! This book records an ancient ritual called the art of summoning the world. According to the description in this book, there are many dimensions of the world outside our real world. These special dimensions cannot be understood by human cognition, nor can they be contacted from the physical level. However, as long as the appropriate ritual is used, the door to the space of different degrees can be opened and the life forms in it can be summoned to come to this world."

"Summon the life form of the alien space?" Sean was a little surprised when he heard it, and then became alert. He thought of some horror movies he had watched in the past - "Alien", "Mistress", "Mirrored Shape" and so on. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more wrong he was.

"It sounds like a dangerous feeling. Why do you summon those things? Are you looking for death?"

"The creatures from the alien space are indeed dangerous, but as long as they are used properly, they can still bring unimaginable benefits." Alhaz flipped a few pages and turned over an illustration page, "For example, this - the devil from the Purgatory Demon Realm, as long as he can successfully summon the devil, he can ask him to fulfill the three wishes of the summoner."

Devil? Wish? Well, this broken book is indeed not a good thing.

He had also watched this type of movies and novels in his previous life, such as "Monkey Claw", "Pet Cemetery", "Ghost Show", etc. If he summed up anything from it, it was that people who made such wishes usually ended up not very beautiful.

Seeing Shawn disapprovingly, Alhaz was a little anxious, "Don't you understand yet, the knowledge contained in this book is unprecedented. I have been pursuing this world for decades, looking for supernatural powers, looking for ancient legends and mysterious unknown existences. Now this power is right in front of us. What should we summon, even if there is a risk, it is a price that must be faced."

Sean thought to summon a ghost, how can this thing be considered evil? What if you summon an irresponsible monster, what if you summon an irresponsible monster, you may not know how to die at that time.

He had come into contact with many game movies and TV series in his previous life, and he had a natural vigilance towards such strange objects of unknown origin.

"No, I don't plan to summon me, I--ahem," Sean suddenly started to cough violently as he spoke.

His lungs felt as uncomfortable as it was burning, and his stomach was surging. He coughed hard, accompanied by a strong sense of dizziness, which was a bit like the feeling when he woke up in the morning, but it was even more serious.

He fell from the chair and fell to the ground, his whole body was in pain.

"What's wrong with you Sean?" Alhaz walked over, holding the 'Book of the Old' in his hand.

"I have to...I have to see a doctor...Don't use the summoning technique in this book, ahem, don't-"

He felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and Alhaz's face gradually blurred in his sight. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a hint of joy on the other person's face.

Sean didn't fall into a coma for too long. He woke up faintly from the coma and found himself lying on a hospital bed.

A doctor wearing a bird beak mask was moving a receiver across his chest, and the cold metal gave his skin a goose bump.

"You're awake," the doctor's voice came from behind the mask, a muffled sound.

Sean asked weakly: "What's wrong with me?"

"Blood-virulence."

Blood poison disease? What the hell is that?

"Your blood is wrong, they keep producing toxins that erode your bones, internal organs, and even your brain. You may feel nausea, dizziness, and all kinds of stress pain."

The more Sean listened, the more confused he became. He had never heard of something like blood poison disease in his previous life.

"Can it be cured?"

"It's very difficult, but I will do my best. You lie down first, and you will feel much more comfortable when I help you put some blood."

Bloodletting? Sean finally remembered that the medicine of this era is not later generations, and it is relatively primitive. The more popular medical theory is the theory of body fluids. There are four types of body fluids in the human body, namely blood, mucus, yellow bile, and black bile.

If a person gets sick, it is mostly because of some kind of body fluid, so it is enough to treat the corresponding body fluids in a targeted manner. The so-called blood poison disease may be any kind of disease, but in the eyes of doctors, it may be that there is a blood problem.

The treatment methods of doctors in this era are very "retro" and bloodletting is one of the commonly used treatment methods.

Speaking of phlebotomy, Sean can't help but reminds Shawn of Charles II in history.

On February 2, 1685, King Charles II of England suddenly fell ill. According to later public records, the royal doctors did not know the cause of the disease, but they took a series of powerful treatment measures against Charles II.

First, 700 ml of blood was released. Then, perhaps to clean the stomach and intestines, the doctor gave him a metal antimony - a poisonous metal. Charles II vomited wildly after eating it. The doctor gave him several enemas. Perhaps to remove the virus, the doctor shaved Charles II's hair, washed his scalp with disinfectant, and then applied pigeon feces to his feet. Then he put 300 ml of blood for him. Then he gave him a little sugar so that his spirit could be cheered up. Maybe he didn't cheer up enough, and poked his body with a red-hot fire stick.

However, the king's illness still did not recover, so the doctor used two more tricks. The first was to find a prisoner, abuse the prisoner until he died, and then opened the prisoner's skull, dripping a total of 40 drops of liquid from the skull, so that Charles II could drink the liquid. The second was to get a goat from East India and give the goat a stone. When the stone entered the goat's intestines, he took out the stone, ground it into powder, and poured it into Charles II's throat.

Four days later, on February 6, Charles II died.

Well, that's right, this is the level of medical care in Europe in the seventeenth century.

When Sean saw this story, he thought it was quite funny, but now, he suddenly couldn't laugh.

Sean used to think that the world's technological level should be higher, and it must be at the level of the eighteenth century (although he doesn't know what medical technology in the eighteenth century looked like, it must be higher than that in the seventeenth century).

However, it was not until the doctor mentioned bloodletting therapy that he suddenly realized that although there were universities, trains, revolvers and magnesium powder cameras in this world, it was essentially an era of ignorance in which technological civilization was still in its infancy.

The doctor wearing a bird-mouthed mask in front of me may not be much more skillful than the "Imperial Doctors" who treated Charles II.

He really didn't have the courage to ask these doctors to treat him.

"Ahem, no need, I think I'm much better, I should be fine if I take a break."

"No, you have something to do. Hemotoxicity is a very serious disease and may even be fatal. But don't worry, I will try my best to heal you. I will never let any patient go until the last moment."

The doctor said, opening the tool box next to him, including pliers, tweezers, razors, bone scrapers, bloodletting devices, saws... The dazzling array of tools made Sean shudder.

"I said no!"

He sat up excitedly.

The doctor wanted to do something, so Sean simply took out his pistol, and thankfully he kept carrying this thing.

Faced with the threat of the pistol, the doctor finally compromised.
Chapter completed!