Let the poets appear in your bright eyes, and do not offend or blaspheme them.

- Cicero

Early the next morning, while Calabis was pulling the snarling Timosius in his braid (he had grown long Scythian hair after coming to Rome) and dragged him down the stairs and up the street to a bustling neighborhood, Potti and Paruma poked their heads out of the terrace of their apartment in amazement and watched the couple depart in a hurry.

For the previous evening, before reading the magnum opus of the Lord Pius in Calabis and preparing to translate it into Greek, he had written an outline in his mind, but Timosius, who had stayed at his house, kept chattering about his gods of fish, horses, and dogs, but never mentioned the future plans of the clinic. Calabis was furious all night, so he dragged him down Mount Evandini before going to the temple on that day.

"Calabis, don't tug at my holy braids, you bastard! When did the strength become so great! "Timosius, who was dragged backwards, used his hands and feet together, kicking and kicking indiscriminately, but he still couldn't touch Calabis.

"Shut up, do you want to open a clinic? Do you want me to send you back to Prima, a slave who will be beaten by the steward at any moment? Calabis walked to the entrance of the block, intimidated, and threw Timosius to the ground.

Sitting on the ground, Timosius eagerly declared that he was unwilling to return to Prima, and begged Calabis to protect his medical research. Calabis nodded, then pointed to a small arcade with scaffolding at the corner of the street, and said This is your clinic, I started preparing earlier, but I am only responsible for the payment, and the rest of the work is up to you. You have to use snake venom and knives and saws to win the admiration of the people of Rome, and as for the cost of the altar of the god Huskithian, excuse me, you earn it yourself.

"I don't know how to win the opportunity to make money, I used to be around Mithridates in Pontus, and when the emperor or the royal family was in need, I went for treatment." Timosius said with a sad face.

Calabis said don't be in a hurry, and after a few moments the two stood at the corner of the street, they heard a fight and a commotion - a group of Roman "citizens" with torches, chair legs, sticks and daggers roared out of the alley, and split into two groups at the corner of the street, shuttling and fighting, shouting slogans insulting each other's candidates. "You remember, it's like that every morning now." Calabis watched from the sidelines and said to Timothy.

When the fight was over, most of the people ran away, leaving a few citizens who were lying in pools of blood, moaning in misery, and Calabisnunu mouthed and carried Timosius, saying, "Go forward and see if they can be saved." Timosius stepped forward and inspected it, saying that two people had been pierced through their internal organs and were not saved, and then four more people were seriously injured by chair legs and daggers, but they were still saved. "Then save those who are saved, and use my brother to teach you?" Calabis held out his hand and shouted.

Timosius, who had promised, took out the medicine bag and the box, and began to get busy, "I have stuffed this person's intestines back and sewed them up. Timothy was busy and called out to Calabis, who was lying on the ground panting hoarsely, and asked, "Which of the Trybs (ministries) are you a voter?" ”

The other party replied intermittently, and Calabis was not interested in listening to what he said, so he took out a stack of money directly from his coat, "Twenty-one dinars, eleven Sesdes, and a few eighteen for the operation of the aas" As he said he took out eighteen silver coins and threw them into Timothy's box, "the remaining three, let you hire a sedan chair to go home, honorable voters." Calabis patted the other man on the shoulder, "I wish the candidate you support wins the consulship throne." ”

"See, Timosius! That's what you do, stuff these people's brains and intestines back, and then take their money and use it as medical expenses. This month or two is enough for you to keep busy, not to mention repairing a few altars, you even have enough money to rent a whole apartment on Jucoura Street and open an independent clinic. With that, Calabis was ready to leave.

When he turned around, he saw several dark-skinned, head-wrapped guys, holding chair legs and scimitars, and forming a half-circle around him, "We are not voters, we are just here to rescue voters." Seeing that the other party had not come well, Calabis gently explained that he did not want to be involved in the consulship election.

"You can see, of course you are not a citizen of the ministry, you are just a freedman who has been released, is this clinic run by you?" A dark-skinned man with tattoos in the lead asked, pointing to the scaffolding over there.

"Yes, I funded another freeman. He's right there. Calabis pointed to Timosius, who was busy on the side, and said. These guys with white cloth wrapped around their heads, black and not slippery, covered with gold jewelry, and a strong curry taste, are afraid that nine times out of ten they came to Rome from the South Asian subcontinent along the Red Sea trade route to seek the developed Tianzhu people.

The leading man said with a fierce look in his eyes: "Then you have to remove the scaffolding now, because you have forgotten that in a vici business, you must first ask which god is in charge of this vici." Now I tell you, the god of this vici's medical clinic, the almighty Lord Vishnu, is our protector, now take your friends and get out of the way for me. ”

Now, Calabis understands that Timosius has met his peers, and it seems that these Tianzhu guys have opened a clinic in this neighborhood before, and when they meet someone who has come to steal business, they are naturally red-eyed.

"We can talk openly and honestly, okay?" Calabis had a calming attitude and kindly sought ways to solve the problems arising from the collision of the two major medical systems.

Who knew that those Tianzhu guys showed their weapons fiercely, put them together, posed as a thousand-armed god, and confronted Calabis, and Timosius over there was unaware, still grunting beside the wounded, busy with his life.

Calabis touched his body, damn it, he didn't have a fighting sword! At this time, his arm was suddenly hit by two large and soft lumps of meat, and when he looked back, it was actually the coquettish proprietress of the bar next to the sheepfold, Domu, who hugged her with her big breasts, "Isn't this the little brother named Calabis?" As I told you, the last thing you need in Rome is trouble. All lay down your arms, the citizens and freedmen of the city have been so manic lately, you can go to the backyard of my bar and do something that has nothing to do with the election, but is much more interesting than the election, where you can all be Dick Tudo, a slim and beautiful girl, and whatever you propose in bed, the girl will answer you. Domuwai said wetly as she winked at each other.

"Hey, Domus, I'll give you a hundred dinars, tell these currymen to fuck off, and go to your pastime, I'll have to get down to business soon." Calabis, as he spoke, took out his money bag and stuffed it into the clay urn that Domumu was holding, "By the way, how did you come to this neighborhood?" ”