"Brother Kapak, can you take a look at me too? My stomach has been hurting for days!" "Can you help me as well? I got cut during a hunt a few days ago, and the wound hasn’t healed!" "Fendolin... Little Kapak, can you check my leg?" ... In the Tupa Tribe camp, in front of Kapak’s tent, a crowd of tribe members gathers after witnessing Kapak successfully treat Chichiru’s fracture. Seeing this, Kapak quickly stands up and addresses the crowd. "Everyone, don’t rush. I’ll help each of you, one by one. Stay calm." As he organizes the crowd, Kapak begins treating the tribe members one by one, doing his best to heal their ailments. Not long ago, Kapak had followed the Scholar’s instructions and prayed to Akasha. As expected, he received another revelation—this time, the medical knowledge he had always longed for. Wound treatment, fracture setting, symptom diagnosis, tool usage, inducing vomiting, herbal identification, medication use... Kapak had received a wealth of practical medical knowledge from Aka, perfect for the harsh and primitive conditions of his tribe. Though basic, it was highly effective. Over the past few days, using his newfound medical knowledge, Kapak had been enthusiastically treating his fellow tribe members for free. Thanks to his previous success in curing Red Strip Disease with mysterious pills, many were willing to let him treat them. Kapak’s treatments proved effective, and soon, many tribe members began seeking him out for medical help. In truth, book knowledge alone is not enough to make a competent doctor. Practical experience is equally important. Only the combination of knowledge and experience can create a skilled physician. Originally, the medical knowledge Dorothy had learned from the university library was purely theoretical. She realized that simply dumping a pile of knowledge on Kapak would turn him into a "theoretical doctor," prone to mistakes due to lack of experience. To solve this problem, Dorothy came up with a solution. She fed the medical knowledge she had learned into the system, exchanging it for additional related knowledge and, more importantly, practical medical experience. This was similar to how she had exchanged for Laurent Swordsmanship, which came with both techniques and experience. Through the system, Dorothy converted her book knowledge into a wealth of practical medical experience. She then packaged this knowledge and experience together and transmitted it all to Kapak, imprinting it onto his remaining Soul Codex. This filled up his Soul Codex and turned him into a competent doctor, familiar with modern medical knowledge. Thus, using his home as a clinic, Kapak began treating the tribe members. However, the large gatherings at his tent attracted the attention of others. … As dusk falls, the evening glow of the setting sun bathes the Tupa Tribe camp. Since the tribe lacks gas lamps and nighttime lighting is poor, Kapak ends the day’s treatments and sends the patients home. After a long day of work, Kapak wipes the sweat from his brow and gazes at the departing tribe members under the sunset, a faint smile appearing on his lips. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂 “It’s working! This knowledge really can help my people, freeing them from the torment of illness. Praise Aka! Thank you, Scholar! This knowledge is my greatest treasure!” As he wipes the sweat from his forehead, Kapak thinks to himself. Although he can’t cure every ailment, he can help most of the tribe members who come to him. Seeing his people recover because of his efforts fills him with immense joy. And for this, he must thank the powerful mysterious spirit Akasha and the kind Scholar. The former granted him this precious knowledge, while the latter paid the necessary price. “I must work even harder to help my people. If my reputation in the tribe grows high enough, perhaps I can speak with the Shaman and gain access to the knowledge he has collected. That way, I can repay the Scholar.” With this thought, Kapak turns and enters his tent. His gaze falls on an open medical kit in the corner. This is a well-used medical kit, containing many partially used medications. The once-full bandages have been significantly depleted, and a few used syringes lie nearby. The kit bears the inscription: "Pritt Army Medical Corps." This is one of Kapak’s prized possessions, found on the body of a dead invader soldier during a raid. At the time, he thought the bottles and jars inside looked interesting, so he took it. After learning Pritti Common, Kapak finally understood the purpose of the kit. Over the past two days, Kapak’s medical practice has relied heavily on the medications and tools in this kit. Items like antibiotics have played a crucial role in his treatments. However, since the Tupa Tribe harbors a natural aversion to the invaders’ belongings, Kapak has been careful not to reveal the origin of the medications, instead claiming they were left by an old shaman. Fortunately, the tribe members have no idea how the invaders’ medicine works, making it easy to deceive them. “After two days of treatments, the medications in this kit are running low. I need to find a way to replenish them. But these medications can only be obtained in the invaders’ cities. How can I safely enter one of their cities?” As Kapak ponders this, hurried footsteps approach his tent. He turns to the entrance and sees a tall figure push aside the tent flap and enter. The man wears beige coarse cloth pants, his bare upper body showcasing well-defined muscles. His black hair is braided and hangs down his back, and his face is painted with several war stripes. His sharp eyes exude a fierce intensity. Kapak recognizes this man. He is Sando, the tribe’s hunting leader, who hunts both game and invaders. "Sando... What brings you here?" Kapak takes a step back, his voice tinged with unease as he addresses the imposing figure. Sando doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, his gaze falls on the medical kit in the corner. He reaches into the kit and pulls out a small bottle. "Why am I here? To stop your deceitful scheme, Kapak!" Sando snarls, slamming the bottle to the ground and shattering it. The capsules inside scatter across the floor. Kapak, startled, moves to pick them up, but Sando pushes him back and points at him accusingly. "You can fool the others, but not me, Kapak! You’re using the white-skinned devils’ stuff to treat our people! Do you realize what you’re doing?!" "Tell me, Kapak! How did you suddenly learn to use the invaders’ medicine? Are you possessed by an evil spirit, or have you been bought off by those white-skinned devils? If you don’t come clean, I’ll take you to the Shaman!"