Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

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 where witch doctors dance to the gods.

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

Although the witch doctor in this medical room is only responsible for treating the rat people's servants, they have a relatively low status in the Shinto system of Turan civilization.

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

Wears a huge ebony and bone mask.

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

A pair of gods and gods, unfathomable appearance.

However, Meng Chao couldn't feel awe at the things inlaid in the center of their masks, and the bottles used to fill the medicine powder on their waists.

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 phone.

Plastic soda bottles are used to fill powders and liquid medicines.

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

The screen of the mobile phone has long been shattered, exposing the circuit board inside.

Meng Chao estimated that these things were caused by floods when Longcheng and Taoyuan Town had just passed through. From Taoyuan Town along the Hunu River, passing through the "guillotine" all the way, they rushed to the Tulan River in the middle and lower reaches, and were taken by people living in Turanze. Fishermen salvaged it.

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

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

Probably in the eyes of the Turan people, even the people on Earth were sent by the "sacred ancestors" to help them and fight against the Holy Light camp, right?

The two witch doctors waved two totem beast leg bones with exquisitely carved patterns, and danced around Meng Chao for a long time, muttering words.

Not to mention Meng Chao, even the other Turanians might not be able to understand the content of "Ji Li Gu Lu".

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

Meng Chao hesitated for a moment, confirmed that the bone needles were not poisonous, and then slowly stretched out his hand.

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

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

The first witch doctor brought the bone needle over with ease, stabbed weakly, narrowed his eyes, waited for a few seconds, pressed Meng Chao's elbow lightly, and made another "pulling the needle head" movement.

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

Isn't this a blood test?

That's right, since we've arrived at the medical room, we'll naturally have to draw blood first for a test.

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

The problem is that a hollow needle is used to draw blood, and there are rubber tubes and blood collection bottles behind it!

These two witch doctor brothers put on a show for a long time, but the bone needle didn't even pierce the blood vessel. What's the use of this thing?

Meng Chao complained in his heart.

The two witch doctors are very serious and even pious.

The "blood-collected" bone needle was 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 observed intently.

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

Meng Chao once again had an absurd premonition.

The other party's movements and postures were indeed like "after collecting blood samples, send them to an instrument similar to a microscope for analysis".

But Meng Chao is 100% sure that through this "microscope", not to mention bacteria, even root hairs can't be seen!

Not just because he wasn't really blood drawn.

Also because, no matter what kind of 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 handicraft... made of countless shoddy parts, put together indiscriminately to imitate the shape of a microscope."

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

Watching the bull-headed witch doctor fiddle with the "microscope" for a long time with his short hands that resembled a bull's hoof, Meng Chao finally couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice, "Major witch doctor, what are you doing here?"

The two witch doctors glanced at him somewhat dissatisfied.

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 ancestors and was about to shine in the battle of glory.

Or maybe they didn't think it was necessary to argue with a rat man who came from a remote area and didn't know anything.

Of course, it is more likely that Ice Storm used the "Mithril Ripper" to ruthlessly tear the "Million Steam Hammer" of the poisonous sting just now, piercing everyone's heart like an ice cone, making everyone They were all terrified.

A witch doctor dragged out his tone, shook his head and said, "Quiet, humble rat people, we are praying to the holy ancestors to grant you infinite power to heal these insignificant injuries."

Obviously, the ritual of praying to the ancestors cannot be accomplished simply by "drawing blood for a test".

After finally waiting for the bull-headed witch doctor, he raised his head from the "microscope".

Meng Chao was given two more strange-looking devices by them.

The first one, Meng Chao estimated to be an X-ray machine.

The second one looks like a large nuclear magnetic resonance machine.

Lying on a metal bed, he was wheeled into a circular cabin by two witch doctors.

Of course, like the "microscope," these two medical instruments aren't real.

Although the surface is engraved or naturally has mysterious and complicated patterns, it has been carefully dressed by witch doctors-inlaid with a large number of colorful ores, and glued seven-color feathers with the fat of totem beasts, and even, from the "nuclear magnetic resonance instrument", There are also a large number of skulls of totem beasts hanging down.

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

The two witch doctors fiddled with it very hard.

Seeing how they were sweating profusely covered by colorful feather coats as thick as padded jackets, Meng Chao was a little moved.

"Negative!"

After the full set of checks was done, a witch doctor shook a giant snapping turtle shell, and a totem beast rib engraved with a minus sign shook out.

The two witch doctors were ecstatic, shook Meng Chao's ribs, and shouted, "Negative, it's feminine!"

"...My lord witch doctor, so what does negative mean?" Meng Chao asked cautiously.

"Negative means that the ancestors have heard our prayers and are willing to bestow supreme divine power on you, a humble rat people."

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

"..."

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

Fortunately, the secret medicine is genuine.

And it is thicker than the secret medicine obtained during training a few days ago.

Meng Chao felt as if he was soaking in a big vat of dark green paste.

The psionic energy contained in this secret medicine is almost comparable to the "blood of hell" that he inadvertently absorbed in the depths of the hive city!

Meng Chao couldn't help groaning contentedly.

Taking a deep breath, the whole person was submerged in the big medicine vat, 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, thinking quickly about everything he saw.

He heard that there used to be a "cargo cult" on Earth.

When the tribal aborigines living on a remote island accidentally discover the cargo ships and transport planes in the civilized world, they will continuously transport various material resources to the isolated island.

They thought that these cargo ships and transport planes were messengers sent by the gods, who could bring them inexhaustible resources.

After the cargo ships and transport planes of the civilized world left, the aborigines used branches and straw to bundle them into big ships and airplanes, and worshiped them persistently, believing that as long as they were devout enough, one day, clay idols would become gods and descend to the earth. Give them infinite supplies and supreme power again.

"Obviously, Turan civilization's prayer to ancestor spirits is also a kind of cargo worship.

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

"Unfortunately, under the impact of tens of millions of years, their civilization still collapsed, and a huge fault appeared.

"Most of the black technology in the past has been lost, and only the tribes natives who don't know what it is or why it is, clumsily imitate the appearance of their ancestors, trying to awaken the power that has been sleeping for thousands of years...

"Wait, there's something odd about this.

"If it is said that the Turan civilization, which controlled super technology in the past, has collapsed and degenerated to the clan era, what about the secret medicine I am enjoying?

"Could it be that with a ghost on your body, you can jump out of a genetic potion that is more advanced than Dragon City?

"Also, the totem battle armor combines the dual advantages of nano-combat suits and power armor. It also has magical self-healing and a certain degree of weapon deformation capabilities. Such an advanced individual weapon system, let alone research and development, is it? Can a clan civilization be maintained and repaired so that it is still 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.

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

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

Meng Chao poked his head out of the water.

The two witch doctors were found to have left the treatment room.

And the treatment room became an ice cave.

The snow leopard female warrior with eyes wide open and an unfriendly expression sat opposite the big medicine tank, staring at him.