<h3>A Village in Need</h3> <p> The group walks through narrow streets lined with mudbrick houses. A woman, thin and wearing a faded linen robe, beckons them desperately. Her husband, <strong>Rahotep</strong>, is suffering from severe pain and swelling in his eye. The small home is filled with the earthy scent of freshly baked bread mixed with medicinal herbs hanging in bunches from the rafters. </p> <p> Imhotep kneels beside Rahotep, whose weathered face and sunburnt skin reflect a lifetime of labor under the Nile's sun. His left eye is swollen shut, and his right one stares weakly at the healer. </p> <p> <strong>Imhotep:</strong> "Apprentice Kaemou, fetch the yellow ochre and prepare a paste. This infection will worsen if we delay." </p> <p> The family watches anxiously as Kaemou crushes the ochre into a fine powder and mixes it with water. Imhotep applies the paste carefully, speaking softly to Rahotep to reassure him. </p> <p> <strong>Imhotep:</strong> "In a few days, this will reduce the swelling. Wash his eye with an infusion of blue lotus to ease the pain." </p> <p> <strong>Netcher Oua:</strong> "Even in my time, we use clay and plant extracts. It's incredible to see these methods used so effectively here." </p>