This morning, I was alerted that there was a native to the village who had an infection due to a cut. The other doctors told me that they did not have anything to treat any type of infection. I had very little to treat infections in the first place. All that I knew how to use that was in my medicine was a tube of iodine, but I knew that it had to work. I used some of it on the person, whose name I found out was Boris, and let it sit.

  "Sir, isn't it supposed to burn a little?" Boris asked me. I told him that he shouldn't call me sir and that the solution wasn't supposed to burn too much. That was alcohol's job, not iodine. He thanked me and left. I told him that if anything happened in the next few days, he should come to me and I would treat it to the best of my ability.

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  That one girl that Maria told me to stay away from came to me once more. She began talking to me a little about the medicine and I responded to the best of my ability. It feels a little weird to have someone tell you that you shouldn't go around someone, then they come around you all the time. I do not want Lana around me, however. I can tell that she is trouble. I took my leave after talking to her for the moment and went to help the boys gather some more firewood. I am not quite sure what to do.