Not dead, he knelt behind the boy and girl.

Counting the heads, there were probably hundreds of people. Judging from the fact that they were all men, women, old and young, they must have formed a group to come here to pay New Year 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 more than 1 million Indians living in North America. Compared with the total number of 30 million in the entire America, it is not worth mentioning. A larger population was in South America, which was the hell of large-scale massacre and death later. It was not just massacres.

, more of a slave, used to mine gold and silver.

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

Should it be considered small scale?

At least they have enough young men and women to hunt, as well as women and old people to provide support, as well as children they are nurturing.

Zhou Li'an is not in a hurry to understand all this. There must be trade, cooperation and even hostility between tribes. We will always see it in the future.

As a doctor.

The first thing you do when you arrive at work is to prepare for ward rounds.

He walked down the hillside and came to the patient. The tenacious aborigines were really strong. Even though his stomach was bleeding, he still kept his kneeling position.

Zhou Li'an squatted down, opened the clothes he was wearing, and tore open the wound patch.

There is bleeding, but judging from the healing of the wound...

He was saved.

The trouble is... he needs to rest, not act randomly and open the wound.

Due to the language barrier, I was unable to give medical advice.

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

"My dear friends, please be free."

he shouted.

At the same time, make a raised posture with both hands.

Everyone lowered their heads, but made eye contact.

Finally, it was the old man who was leading the group who got up first and shouted to the people behind him before everyone stood up.

Boys and girls came supporting the old man.

The old man's eyes were extremely bright and clear, something Zhou Li'an had never seen before. The old man knelt down, crawled at his feet, dusted him off, and said in a pious tone -

“…%%##…”

Zhou Li'an smiled kindly, motioned the old man to get up, and nodded: "That's right, follow me and enjoy the food and drink!!"

The old man nodded in surprise: "...%r&%..."

Zhou Li'an had a spring-breathing smile on his face: "Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers, people of all ethnic groups are as close as one family."

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

Zhou Li'an let him do whatever he wanted.

The old man actually wanted to help him. After he got his wish, he burst into tears 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 really understand? 】
Chapter completed!