In short, the original appearance of this medical room thousands of years ago should be more advanced than the most advanced sterile ward in Dragon City.

Now it has become a place for witch doctors to perform dances.

In many primitive tribes, witch doctors, priests and shamans are all the same thing. They are beings who can communicate with ancestors and gods and have a high status.

Although the witch doctor in this medical room is only responsible for treating rat servants, he has a lower status in the Shinto system of Turan civilization.

It is still covered with three layers of inner and three outer layers of very gorgeous seven-color feathers.

Wearing a huge mask of ebony and bone.

And the neck, waist and limbs are all covered with shining gems.

He looked like he was nagging and unfathomable.

However, the things embedded in the center of their masks and the bottles used to fill the powder on their waists made Meng Chao unable to feel the slightest awe.

If Meng Chao read it correctly, the thing embedded in the center of the mask and acting as the "third eye" should be a full-screen mobile phone.

Plastic soda bottles are used to fill medicinal powders and liquids.

Of course they are all ancient styles from decades ago, even from the age of the earth.

The phone screen had long been broken, exposing the circuit board inside.

Meng Chao estimated that these things were caused by the flooding when Longcheng and Taoyuan Town just crossed. They followed the Hunu River from Taoyuan Town, passed the "Guillotine", rushed to the Tulan River in the middle and lower reaches, and were washed away by the people living in Tulanze.

The fishermen caught it.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the Turan people, these are gifts from their ancestors.

No wonder the alliance between the Turan Civilization and the Dragon City Civilization in the previous life was so straightforward.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Turan people, even the people on Earth are sent by the "sacred ancestral spirits" to help them fight against the Holy Light camp, right?

The two witch doctors waved two totem animal leg bones with exquisite carvings and danced around Meng Chao for a long time, muttering something to each other.

Not to mention Meng Chao, even other Turan people may not be able to understand the content of "Jili Gulu".

Then, one of the witch doctors took out a bone needle and a beef tendon rope, and motioned to Meng Chao to stretch out his arm.

Meng Chao hesitated for a moment, confirming that the bone needle was not poisonous, and then slowly stretched out his hand.

The other party first tied the beef tendon rope above his elbow, waited for a while, and then slapped his forearm hard.

Immediately afterwards, another witch doctor squeezed out a little ointment that looked like cooling oil from a plastic soda bottle and applied it to the red areas after the first witch doctor slapped it.

The first witch doctor skillfully brought the bone needle over, stabbed it weakly, narrowed his eyes, waited for a few seconds, gently pressed Meng Chao's elbow, and made another "pull out the needle" motion.

The very familiar movements made Meng Chao stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized what he was doing.

Isn’t this a blood test?

That's right, now that you've arrived at the medical room, you naturally have to draw blood and test it first.

Even though Turan civilization is still in the clan age, it still pays great attention to science!

The problem is that a hollow needle is used to draw blood, and it is followed by a rubber tube and a blood collection bottle!

These two witch doctor brothers have been pretending for a long time, and the bone needles have not even penetrated into the blood vessels. What use can these things have?

Meng Chao complained in his heart.

The two witch doctors were very serious and even pious.

The "blood-collected" bone needle was sent to an instrument made of bronze, with gorgeous patterns engraved on the outer shell and various gears and bearings embedded inside.

There are two observation holes on the top of this instrument.

One of the witch doctors lowered his head, fine-tuned the gear next to the instrument, and observed attentively.

"This...couldn't it be a microscope?"

Meng Chao once again had a ridiculous premonition.

The other party's movements and postures indeed looked like "after collecting blood samples, they would be sent under a microscope-like instrument for analysis."

But Meng Chao is 100% sure that through this "microscope", let alone bacteria, not even the root hairs can be seen!

Not just because his blood wasn't actually taken.

Also because, no matter what kind of civilized microscope, it is impossible to use soda bottle caps as gears!

"So, this is not a real microscope, but a... handicraft made of countless crude parts, haphazardly pieced together to imitate the shape of a microscope."

And the actions of these two witch doctors were obviously not real tests and treatments, but some kind of performance art.

Seeing the bull-headed witch doctor playing with the "microscope" in a serious manner for a long time with his short hands shaped like cow hooves, Meng Chao finally couldn't help it and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, witch doctor, what are you doing?"

The two witch doctors glanced at him with some dissatisfaction.

Perhaps it was the shocking wounds on Meng Chao's body that made them believe that he was a warrior who was protected by the ancestral spirits and was about to shine in the Battle of Glory.

Or maybe they felt there was no need to argue with a rat citizen who came from a remote area and didn't understand anything.

Of course, it is more likely that the scene where Ice Storm just used the "Mithril Ripper" to tear the poisonous "Million Steam Hammer" into pieces, piercing everyone's heart like an ice pick, made everyone

They were all terrified.

A witch doctor protracted his voice, shook his head and said: "Quiet, humble rat people, we are praying to the sacred ancestral spirits to grant you infinite power and heal these minor injuries that are not worth mentioning."

Obviously, the ritual of praying to ancestor spirits cannot be completed by simply "drawing blood and testing".

Finally, the bull-headed witch doctor finally looked up from the "microscope".

Meng Chao was given two more bizarre devices.

The first one, Meng Chao guessed, was an X-ray machine.

The second one is very much like a large nuclear magnetic resonance instrument.

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 mysterious and complex patterns are engraved or naturally grown on the surface, they have also been carefully decorated by witch doctors - inlaid with a large number of colorful ores, with seven-color feathers glued on with the grease of totem beasts, and even, from the "Nuclear Magnetic Resonance Machine",

There are also a large number of skulls of totem beasts hanging down.

But these bits and pieces are not enough to make a ghost thing that is essentially a handicraft have any medical effect.

The two witch doctors played very hard.

Meng Chao was a little moved when he saw how sweaty they were covered by colorful feather coats as thick as cotton jackets.

"Negative!"

After completing a full set of examinations, a witch doctor shook a huge snapping turtle shell vigorously, and a totem beast rib engraved with a minus sign emerged from the inside.

Both witch doctors were ecstatic, shook their ribs at Meng Chao, and shouted, "Yin, it's Yin!"

"...Master Witch Doctor, so what does "yin" mean?" Meng Chao asked cautiously.

"The feminine means that the ancestral spirits have heard our prayers and are willing to bestow supreme divine power on you, a humble rat citizen."

The two witch doctors said seriously, "Your illness can be cured!"

"..."

Meng Chao suddenly felt like he didn't want to be treated by Turan witch doctor.

Fortunately, the secret medicine is genuine.

And the secret medicine I got was thicker than when I trained a few days ago.

Meng Chao felt as if he was immersed in a large vat of dark green paste.

The spiritual energy contained in this secret medicine is almost comparable to the "blood of hell" he inadvertently absorbed deep in the nest city!

Meng Chao couldn't help but moan with satisfaction.

Taking a deep breath, the whole person was immersed in the large medicine tank, enjoying the feeling of being nourished by the secret medicine, absorbing spiritual energy crazily, and repairing damaged cells and spiritual veins.

At the same time, he quickly thought about everything he saw.

He heard that there once was a "ship cargo cult" on earth.

When the indigenous tribes living on a remote island accidentally discovered that cargo ships and transport aircraft in the civilized world would continuously transport various materials to the isolated island.

They 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 from the civilized world left, the indigenous tribes bundled branches and straw into shapes like ships and airplanes, and worshiped them with perseverance. They believed that as long as they were pious enough, one day the clay idols would turn into gods and descend to earth.

Give them infinite supplies and supreme power again.

"Obviously, the Turan civilization's prayer for ancestral spirits is also a kind of cargo worship.

"The ancestors or creators of the advanced orcs obviously possess an excellent level of civilization and possess various black technologies including advanced medical equipment, large-scale military facilities and super biochemical technology.

"Unfortunately, under the impact of millions of years of time, their civilization still collapsed and huge faults appeared.

"Most of the black technologies of the past have been lost, leaving only the tribes and natives who neither know what happened nor why, crudely imitating the appearance of their ancestors, trying to awaken the power that has been dormant for thousands of years...

"Wait a minute, there's something weird here.

"If the Turan civilization, which used to control super technology, has collapsed and degenerated into the age of clans, what happened to the secret medicine I am enjoying?

"Could it be that if a ghost takes over and becomes a master, he will be able to produce a genetic medicine that is more advanced than Dragon City?

"Also, the totem armor combines the dual advantages of nano battle suits and power armor. It also has magical self-repair and a certain degree of weapon deformation capabilities. Such an advanced individual weapon system cannot be said to be developed. Is it?

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 it seemed on the surface.

I am about to enter a deep state of meditation, integrate all information, and try to grab more fragments of past life memories from the depths of my brain.

Suddenly I shivered, feeling that the temperature instantly dropped to below zero, and the originally thick secret medicine was about to freeze into an ice lump.

Meng Chao stuck his head out of the water.

It was discovered that the two witch doctors had left the treatment room.

The treatment room also turned into an ice cave.
Chapter completed!