Before he died, he knelt behind the boy and girl.

If you count the heads, there are about hundreds of people, just looking at men, women, young and old. This should be a group to come to pay New Year's greetings.

"What kind of tribe is this?"

【The problem you described…】

"I didn't ask you, shut up!"

In the 15th century, there were at least 1 million Indians living in North America. Compared with the total of 30 million in the entire America, more people were in South America, which was the hell of massacres and deaths later. It was not just massacres, but more slavery, used to dig gold and silver.

If the number of people in front of you is the total number of a tribe.

Should be considered small?

At least they have enough young and strong hunting, as well as elderly women as logistics, and children being raised.

Zhou Li'an was not in a hurry to understand all this. There must be trade between tribes, cooperation or even hostility, and we will always see each other in the future.

As a doctor.

The first thing I did when I arrived at work was to prepare for rounds.

He walked down the hillside and came to the patient. The tough natives were really strong. Even though their stomachs were bleeding, he still maintained a kneeling position.

Zhou Li'an squatted down, pulled open the clothes he was wearing, and tore the hole in the trauma patch.

There is blood seepage, but judging from the healing of the wound...

He was saved.

The trouble is... he needs rest, rather than act randomly and breaking his wounds.

I can't make a doctor's advice.

Zhou Li'an glanced at the aborigines who were kneeling on the ground.

"My dear friends, let's be calm."

He shouted.

At the same time, lift your hands.

Everyone lowered their heads, but they also made eye contact.

Finally, it was the old man in charge who stood up first and shouted to the back, and everyone stood up.

The boy and girl came with the old man.

The old man's eyes were extremely bright and clear, which was unprecedented in Zhou Li'an. The old man knelt down, crawled at his feet, dusted off the dust for him, and said in a pious tone-

“…%%##…”

Zhou Li'an smiled kindly, signaled the old man to get up, and nodded again: "That's right, follow me and eat delicious food and drink spicy food!"

The old man nodded and was surprised: "…%r&%..."

Zhou Li'an's face was filled with spring breeze: "Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers, and the people of all ethnic groups are as close as one family."

The old man reached out his hand humbly, trying to grab Zhou Li'an's arm.

Zhou Li'an let him be.

The old man actually wanted to support him. After getting what he wanted, tears came out of joy and shouted to the back: "…&%￥…"

Then.

The girl supported the old man.

The old man supported Zhou Li'an.

Let's walk towards the West together.

【Hahahaha, do you understand?】
Chapter completed!