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Physician's/Medicine Pg. Two
Blood transfusions
Why have you done this?” I cried in anger. She looked at me in mild surprise. “Kuurus,” she said, calling me by the name by which she had known me in the house. “It is you, Kuurus.”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
“I did not wish to live longer as a slave,” she said.
I wept.
“Tell Ho-Tu,” she said, “that I love him.”
I sprang to my feet and ran to the door. “Flaminius!” I cried. “Flaminius!”
A slave running past stopped on my command. “Fetch Flaminius!” I cried. “He must bring blood! Sura must live!”
...
Flaminius came in but a few moments. With him he carried the apparatus of his craft, and a canister of fluid. There was paga on his breath but his eyes were sober. At the door, suddenly, agonized, he stopped.
Assassin
Giving shots for Stabilization Serums
“She requires the Stabilization Serums,” said the physician.
The guard nodded.
“They are administered in four shots,” said the physician.
He nodded to a heavy, beamed, diagonal platform in a corner of the room. The guard took me and threw me, belly down, on the platform, fastening my wrists over my head and widely apart, in leather wrist straps. He similarly secured my ankles. The physician was busying himself with fluids and a syringe before a shelf in another part of the room, laden with vials.
I screamed. The shot was painful. It was entered in the small of my back, over the left hip.
They left me secured to the table for several minutes and then the physician returned to check the shot. There had been, apparently, no unusual reaction.
We returned, similarly, to the physician’s house on the next four days. On the first day I had been examined, given some minor medicines of little consequence, and the first shot in the Stabilization Series. On the second, third and fourth day I received the concluding shots of the series. On the fifth day the physician took more samples.
“The serums are effective,” he told the guard.
Captive
Shaving heads of message slaves
Samos looked at me, quickly. Then to one of those at the table, one who wore the garments of the physicians, he said, “Obtain the message.”
. . .
The member of the caste of physicians, a laver held for him in the hands of another man, put his hands on the girl’s head. She closed her eyes.
. . .
The physician lifted the girl’s long dark hair, touching the shaving knife to the back of her neck. Her head was inclined forward.
. . .
“The message girl is ready,” said the man who wore the green of the physicians. He turned to the man beside him; he dropped the shaving knife into the bowl, wiped his hands on a towel.
The girl, bound, knelt between the guards. There were tears in her eyes. Her head had been shaved, completely. She had no notion what had been written there. Illiterate girls are chosen for such messages. Originally her head had been shaved, and the message tattooed into the scalp. Then, over months, her hair had been permitted to regrow.
Tribesmen
Dental Care
Open your mouth,” said the man.
I opened my mouth.
“See?” he said to Melina. He had his fingers in my mouth, opening it widely. “In the back tooth, on the top, on the left,” he said, “a tiny bit of metal.”
“Physicians can do that,” said Melina.
Slave Girl
On a rounded wooden block a naked slave girl knelt, her wrists braceleted behind her. Her head was back. One of the physicians was cleaning her teeth.
Beasts
It is not an infallible sign, however, for not all Earth girls have fillings and some dental work is done upon occasion by the caste of physicians on Gorean girls.
Beasts
As a child I had had some fillings in the molar area, on lower left side.
“They are common in barbarians,” said the first man.
“Yes,” said Durbar. “But, those of the caste of physicians do such things. I have seen them in some Gorean girls.”
Kajira
Testing for pox
“We are going to test you for pox,” he said. The girl groaned. It was my hope that none on board the Clouds of Telnus had carried the pox. It is transmitted by the bites of lice. The pox had appeared in Bazi some four years ago. The port had been closed for two years by the merchants. It had burned itself out moving south and eastward in some eighteen months. Oddly enough some were immune to the pox, and with others it had only a temporary, debilitating effect. With others it was swift, lethal and horrifying. Those who had survived the pox would presumably live to procreate themselves, on the whole presumably transmitting their immunity or relative immunity to their offspring.
Slaves who contracted the pox were often summarily slain. It was thought that the slaughter of slaves had had its role to play in the containment of the pox in the vicinity of Bazi.
“It is not she,” said the physician. He sounded disappointed. This startled me.
Slave Girl
Revealing (and perhaps applying) Chemical Brands
The physician swabbed a transparent fluid on my arm. Suddenly, startling me, elating the men, there emerged, as though by magic, a tiny, printed sentence, in fine characters, in bright red. It was on the inside of my elbow. I knew what the sentence said, for my mistress, the Lady Elicia of Ar, had told me. It was a simple sentence. It said; “This is she.” It had been painted on my arm with a tiny brush, with another transparent fluid. I had seen the wetness on the inside of my arm, on the area where the arm bends, on the inside of the elbow, and then it had dried, disappearing. I was not even sure the writing had remained. But now, under the action of the reagent, the writing had emerged, fine and clear. Then, only a moment or so later, the physician, from another flask, poured some liquid on a rep-cloth swab, and, again as though by magic, erased the writing. The invisible stain was then gone. The original reagent was then again tried, to check the erasure. There was no reaction. The chemical brand, marking me for the agents with whom the Lady Elicia, my mistress, was associated, was gone. The physician then, with the second fluid, again cleaned my arm, removing the residue of the second application of the reagent.
Slave Girl
Inducing "Hypnosis" with drugs
Iskander, of the physicians, had given me of a strange draft, which I, slave, must needs drink.
“This will relax you,” he had said, “and induce an unusual state of consciousness. As I speak to you your memory will be unusually clear. You will recall tiny details with precision. Further, you will become responsive to my suggestions.”
I do not know what the drug was but it seemed truly effective. Slowly, under its influence, and the soothing, but authoritative voice of Iskander, I, responsive to his suggestions, obedient to his commands, began to speak of the house of Belisarius and what had occurred there. I might, in my normal waking state, have recalled much of what had occurred there, even to the words spoken, but, in the unusual state of consciousness which Iskander, by means of his drug and his suggestions, had induced in me even the most trivial details, little things which a waking consciousness would naturally and peremptorily suppress as meaningless, unimportant, were recalled with a lucid, patient fidelity.
Slave Girl
Attending "Caste Conventions" (Meeting at the Fair) to exchange information
The fairs, too, however, have many other functions. For example, they serve as a scene of caste conventions, and as loci for the sharing of discoveries and research. It is here, for example, that physicians, and builders and artisans may meet and exchange ideas and techniques.
Beasts
Further, members of castes such as the Physicians and Builders use the fairs for the dissemination of information and techniques among Caste Brothers, as is prescribed in their codes in spite of the fact that their respective cities may be hostile.
Priest Kings
Although the codes required them to share information and techniques among members of their caste, they kept their records and information confidential from the public at large.
One hires a warrior for one thing, one hires a scribe for another. One does not expect a scribe to know the sword. Why, then, should one expect the warrior to know the pen? An excellent example of this sort of thing is the caste of musicians which has, as a whole, resisted many attempts to develop and standardize a musical notation. Songs and melodies tend to be handed down within the caste, from one generation to another. If something is worth playing, it is worth remembering, they say. On the other hand, I suspect that they fear too broad a dissemination of the caste knowledge. Physicians, interestingly, perhaps for a similar reason, tend to keep records in archaic Gorean, which is incomprehensible to most Goreans.
Magicians
It seems then, in a roleplay sense, not only acceptable but actually preferable to simply refer to using a balm, a chemical sterilizer, a shot, a sedative, and so on rather than trying to name them with plants and ingredients either known on gor or from earth herbal lore
Tending Wounds - note the chemical sterilization
“Call one of the physicians,” I heard.
“One is coming,” I heard.
These voices came from within the booth.
I bent down and brushed aside the canvas, re-entering the booth. Two men with torches were now there, as well as several others. A man held the merchant in his arms. I pulled aside his robes. The wounds were grievous, but not mortal.
. . .
A physician entered the booth, with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. He began to attend to the merchant.
. . .
When the physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the merchant’s wounds, he left.
Beasts
I found Flaminius, the Physician, in his quarters, and he, obligingly, though drunk, treated the arm which Ho-Tu had slashed with the hook knife. The wound was not at all serious.
"The games of Kajuralia can be dangerous," remarked Flaminius, swiftly wrapping a white cloth about the wound, securing it with four small metal snap clips.
"It is true," I admitted.
Assassin
Tending Wounds - note the patient does not receive magic, "advanced", or herbal pain medication and in fact, still hurts afterwards!
It was then that I heard the scream, a man's scream. I knew the sound for I was of the warriors. Steel, unexpectedly and deeply, had entered a human body.
...
Inside, crouching over a fallen man, the merchant, was the attacker, robed in swirling black. In his hand there glinted a dagger.
...
A man held the merchant in his arms.
I pulled aside his robes. The wounds were grievous, but not mortal.
...
I returned my attention to the struck merchant. The placement of the wounds I found of interest.
"Will I die?" asked the merchant.
"He who struck you was clumsy," I said. "You will live." I then added, "If the bleeding is stopped."
I stood up.
"For the sake of Priest-Kings," said the man, "stop the bleeding."
I regarded the scribe. Others might attend to the work of stanching the flow of blood from the wounds of the merchant.
...
A physician entered the booth, with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. He began to attend to the merchant.
"You will live," he assured the merchant.
...
When the physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the merchant's, wounds, he left. With him the majority of the watchers withdrew as well. The scribe had paid the physician from a small iron box, taken from a locked trunk; a tarsk bit.
...
"There is one part of this plan, however," I said, "which you have not fathomed."
"What is that?" asked the merchant. Momentarily he gritted his teeth, in pain from his wounds.
Beasts
Blood transfusions
Why have you done this?” I cried in anger. She looked at me in mild surprise. “Kuurus,” she said, calling me by the name by which she had known me in the house. “It is you, Kuurus.”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
“I did not wish to live longer as a slave,” she said.
I wept.
“Tell Ho-Tu,” she said, “that I love him.”
I sprang to my feet and ran to the door. “Flaminius!” I cried. “Flaminius!”
A slave running past stopped on my command. “Fetch Flaminius!” I cried. “He must bring blood! Sura must live!”
...
Flaminius came in but a few moments. With him he carried the apparatus of his craft, and a canister of fluid. There was paga on his breath but his eyes were sober. At the door, suddenly, agonized, he stopped.
Assassin
Giving shots for Stabilization Serums
“She requires the Stabilization Serums,” said the physician.
The guard nodded.
“They are administered in four shots,” said the physician.
He nodded to a heavy, beamed, diagonal platform in a corner of the room. The guard took me and threw me, belly down, on the platform, fastening my wrists over my head and widely apart, in leather wrist straps. He similarly secured my ankles. The physician was busying himself with fluids and a syringe before a shelf in another part of the room, laden with vials.
I screamed. The shot was painful. It was entered in the small of my back, over the left hip.
They left me secured to the table for several minutes and then the physician returned to check the shot. There had been, apparently, no unusual reaction.
We returned, similarly, to the physician’s house on the next four days. On the first day I had been examined, given some minor medicines of little consequence, and the first shot in the Stabilization Series. On the second, third and fourth day I received the concluding shots of the series. On the fifth day the physician took more samples.
“The serums are effective,” he told the guard.
Captive
Shaving heads of message slaves
Samos looked at me, quickly. Then to one of those at the table, one who wore the garments of the physicians, he said, “Obtain the message.”
. . .
The member of the caste of physicians, a laver held for him in the hands of another man, put his hands on the girl’s head. She closed her eyes.
. . .
The physician lifted the girl’s long dark hair, touching the shaving knife to the back of her neck. Her head was inclined forward.
. . .
“The message girl is ready,” said the man who wore the green of the physicians. He turned to the man beside him; he dropped the shaving knife into the bowl, wiped his hands on a towel.
The girl, bound, knelt between the guards. There were tears in her eyes. Her head had been shaved, completely. She had no notion what had been written there. Illiterate girls are chosen for such messages. Originally her head had been shaved, and the message tattooed into the scalp. Then, over months, her hair had been permitted to regrow.
Tribesmen
Dental Care
Open your mouth,” said the man.
I opened my mouth.
“See?” he said to Melina. He had his fingers in my mouth, opening it widely. “In the back tooth, on the top, on the left,” he said, “a tiny bit of metal.”
“Physicians can do that,” said Melina.
Slave Girl
On a rounded wooden block a naked slave girl knelt, her wrists braceleted behind her. Her head was back. One of the physicians was cleaning her teeth.
Beasts
It is not an infallible sign, however, for not all Earth girls have fillings and some dental work is done upon occasion by the caste of physicians on Gorean girls.
Beasts
As a child I had had some fillings in the molar area, on lower left side.
“They are common in barbarians,” said the first man.
“Yes,” said Durbar. “But, those of the caste of physicians do such things. I have seen them in some Gorean girls.”
Kajira
Testing for pox
“We are going to test you for pox,” he said. The girl groaned. It was my hope that none on board the Clouds of Telnus had carried the pox. It is transmitted by the bites of lice. The pox had appeared in Bazi some four years ago. The port had been closed for two years by the merchants. It had burned itself out moving south and eastward in some eighteen months. Oddly enough some were immune to the pox, and with others it had only a temporary, debilitating effect. With others it was swift, lethal and horrifying. Those who had survived the pox would presumably live to procreate themselves, on the whole presumably transmitting their immunity or relative immunity to their offspring.
Slaves who contracted the pox were often summarily slain. It was thought that the slaughter of slaves had had its role to play in the containment of the pox in the vicinity of Bazi.
“It is not she,” said the physician. He sounded disappointed. This startled me.
Slave Girl
Revealing (and perhaps applying) Chemical Brands
The physician swabbed a transparent fluid on my arm. Suddenly, startling me, elating the men, there emerged, as though by magic, a tiny, printed sentence, in fine characters, in bright red. It was on the inside of my elbow. I knew what the sentence said, for my mistress, the Lady Elicia of Ar, had told me. It was a simple sentence. It said; “This is she.” It had been painted on my arm with a tiny brush, with another transparent fluid. I had seen the wetness on the inside of my arm, on the area where the arm bends, on the inside of the elbow, and then it had dried, disappearing. I was not even sure the writing had remained. But now, under the action of the reagent, the writing had emerged, fine and clear. Then, only a moment or so later, the physician, from another flask, poured some liquid on a rep-cloth swab, and, again as though by magic, erased the writing. The invisible stain was then gone. The original reagent was then again tried, to check the erasure. There was no reaction. The chemical brand, marking me for the agents with whom the Lady Elicia, my mistress, was associated, was gone. The physician then, with the second fluid, again cleaned my arm, removing the residue of the second application of the reagent.
Slave Girl
Inducing "Hypnosis" with drugs
Iskander, of the physicians, had given me of a strange draft, which I, slave, must needs drink.
“This will relax you,” he had said, “and induce an unusual state of consciousness. As I speak to you your memory will be unusually clear. You will recall tiny details with precision. Further, you will become responsive to my suggestions.”
I do not know what the drug was but it seemed truly effective. Slowly, under its influence, and the soothing, but authoritative voice of Iskander, I, responsive to his suggestions, obedient to his commands, began to speak of the house of Belisarius and what had occurred there. I might, in my normal waking state, have recalled much of what had occurred there, even to the words spoken, but, in the unusual state of consciousness which Iskander, by means of his drug and his suggestions, had induced in me even the most trivial details, little things which a waking consciousness would naturally and peremptorily suppress as meaningless, unimportant, were recalled with a lucid, patient fidelity.
Slave Girl
Attending "Caste Conventions" (Meeting at the Fair) to exchange information
The fairs, too, however, have many other functions. For example, they serve as a scene of caste conventions, and as loci for the sharing of discoveries and research. It is here, for example, that physicians, and builders and artisans may meet and exchange ideas and techniques.
Beasts
Further, members of castes such as the Physicians and Builders use the fairs for the dissemination of information and techniques among Caste Brothers, as is prescribed in their codes in spite of the fact that their respective cities may be hostile.
Priest Kings
Although the codes required them to share information and techniques among members of their caste, they kept their records and information confidential from the public at large.
One hires a warrior for one thing, one hires a scribe for another. One does not expect a scribe to know the sword. Why, then, should one expect the warrior to know the pen? An excellent example of this sort of thing is the caste of musicians which has, as a whole, resisted many attempts to develop and standardize a musical notation. Songs and melodies tend to be handed down within the caste, from one generation to another. If something is worth playing, it is worth remembering, they say. On the other hand, I suspect that they fear too broad a dissemination of the caste knowledge. Physicians, interestingly, perhaps for a similar reason, tend to keep records in archaic Gorean, which is incomprehensible to most Goreans.
Magicians
It seems then, in a roleplay sense, not only acceptable but actually preferable to simply refer to using a balm, a chemical sterilizer, a shot, a sedative, and so on rather than trying to name them with plants and ingredients either known on gor or from earth herbal lore
Tending Wounds - note the chemical sterilization
“Call one of the physicians,” I heard.
“One is coming,” I heard.
These voices came from within the booth.
I bent down and brushed aside the canvas, re-entering the booth. Two men with torches were now there, as well as several others. A man held the merchant in his arms. I pulled aside his robes. The wounds were grievous, but not mortal.
. . .
A physician entered the booth, with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. He began to attend to the merchant.
. . .
When the physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the merchant’s wounds, he left.
Beasts
I found Flaminius, the Physician, in his quarters, and he, obligingly, though drunk, treated the arm which Ho-Tu had slashed with the hook knife. The wound was not at all serious.
"The games of Kajuralia can be dangerous," remarked Flaminius, swiftly wrapping a white cloth about the wound, securing it with four small metal snap clips.
"It is true," I admitted.
Assassin
Tending Wounds - note the patient does not receive magic, "advanced", or herbal pain medication and in fact, still hurts afterwards!
It was then that I heard the scream, a man's scream. I knew the sound for I was of the warriors. Steel, unexpectedly and deeply, had entered a human body.
...
Inside, crouching over a fallen man, the merchant, was the attacker, robed in swirling black. In his hand there glinted a dagger.
...
A man held the merchant in his arms.
I pulled aside his robes. The wounds were grievous, but not mortal.
...
I returned my attention to the struck merchant. The placement of the wounds I found of interest.
"Will I die?" asked the merchant.
"He who struck you was clumsy," I said. "You will live." I then added, "If the bleeding is stopped."
I stood up.
"For the sake of Priest-Kings," said the man, "stop the bleeding."
I regarded the scribe. Others might attend to the work of stanching the flow of blood from the wounds of the merchant.
...
A physician entered the booth, with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. He began to attend to the merchant.
"You will live," he assured the merchant.
...
When the physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the merchant's, wounds, he left. With him the majority of the watchers withdrew as well. The scribe had paid the physician from a small iron box, taken from a locked trunk; a tarsk bit.
...
"There is one part of this plan, however," I said, "which you have not fathomed."
"What is that?" asked the merchant. Momentarily he gritted his teeth, in pain from his wounds.
Beasts