Artificial Insemination

“I have never been in the arms of a man before,” she said, ”for the men of Tharna may not touch women.”
I must have looked puzzled.
“The Caste of Physicians, she said, under the direction of the High Council of Tharna, arranges these matters.” Outlaw of Gor, page 106

Blood Transfusion

I sprang to my feet and ran to the door. “Flaminius!” I cried. “Flaminius!”
A slave running past stopped on my command. “Fetch Flaminius!” I cried. “He must bring blood! Sura must live!”
The slave hurtled down the hall.
Flaminius came in but a few moments. With him he carried the apparatus of his craft, and a canister of fluid. Assassin of Gor, page 380


The tiny baby, not minutes old, with tiny gasps and coughs, still startled and distressed with the sharp, frightful novelty of breathing air, never again to return
to the shelter of its mother's body, lost in a chaos of sensation, its eyes not focused, unable scarcely to turn its head from side to side, lay before him. The
cord had been cut and tied at its belly. Its tiny legs and arms moved. The blood, membranes and fluids, had been wiped from its small, hot, red, firm body.
Then it had been rubbed with animal fat. Mercenaries of Gor, page 46

Broken Bones
One of the girls was moaning and holding her left arm tightly against her body. It must have been severly bruised, if not broken. If it were broken it could be
set, and she could then be returned to the cage. Vagabonds of Gor, page 459

Dental care

A filling found in a tooth is usually a sign of an Earth girl. It is not an infallible sign, however, for not all Earth girls have fillings and some dental work is done
upon occasion by the caste of physicians on Gorean girls. Cavities are rare in Goreans because of their simple diet and the general absence of cruel emotional
stress, with its physiological and chemical consequences, during puberty. Beasts of Gor, page 154

As a child I had had some fillings in the molar area, on the lower left side.
“They are common in barbarians,” said the first man.
“Yes,” said Durbar. “But, those of the caste of physicians can do such things. I have seen them in some Gorean girls.”
“That is true,” admitted the first man. These fellows must also know that doubtless such things might be found occasionally in the mouths of some Gorean
men. On the other hand, of course, they would not have been likely to have seen them there. They would have seen them, presumably, only in the mouths of
girls, slaves. One of the things that a master commonly checks in a female he is considering buying is the number and condition of her teeth. Kajira of Gorpage

On a rounded wooden block a naked slave girl knelt, her wrists braceleted behind her. Her head was back. One of the physicians was cleaning her teeth.
Beasts of Gor, page 54

Medicines and Drugs

Breeding Wine

She did not need the sip root, of course, for, as she had pointed out, she had had some within the moon, and indeed, the effect of sip root, in the raw state,
in most women, is three or four moons. In the concentrated state, as in slave wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinite,
usually requiring a releaser for its remission, usually administered, to a slave, in what is called the breeding wine, or the “second wine”. When this is
administered she usually knows that she has been selected for crossing with a handsome male slave. Blood Brothers of Gor, page 319

Some  girls I have been told sometimes try to swallow small coins but  this is foolish. The coin can be produced swiftly enough in such cases by emetics and
laxatives. Dancer of Gor, page 238


“We  permit them,” said Flaminius, deigning to offer a bit of  explanation, “five Ahn of varied responses, depending on when they recover from the frobicain
injection.” Assassin of Gor, page 126


“The ointment will soon be absorbed,” she said. “In a few minutes there will be no trace of it, nor of the cuts.”
I whistled.
“The physicians of Treve,” I said, “have marvelous medicines.”
“It is an ointment of Priest-Kings,” she said. Priest-Kings of Gor, page 64


“The drug,” said Shaba, “was a simple combination of sajel, a simple pustulant, and gieron, an unusual allergen. Mixed they produce a facsimile of the
superficial symptons of Bazi plague.” Explorers of Gor, page 154


“The drug,” said Shaba, “was a simple combination of sajel, a simple pustulant, and gieron, an unusual allergen. Mixed they produce a facsimile of the
superficial symptoms of Bazi plague.” Explorers of Gor, page 154

Slave Wine

Slave wine is bitter, intentionally so. Its effects last for more than a Gorean month. I did not wish the females to conceive. A female slave is taken off slave
wine only when it is her master's intention to breed her. Marauders of Gor, page 23

Slave wine makes sense in a slave-holding culture such as Gor. The breeding of slaves, like any sort of domestic animals, and particularly valuable ones, is
carefully controlled.
As a slave, of course, I could be bred, or crossed, when, and however, my master might see fit. It is the same as with other animals. Dancer of Gor, page 175

In the concentrated state, as in slave wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinite, usually requiring a releaser for its remission,
usually administered, to a slave, in what is called the breeding wine, or the “second wine.”
Blood Brothers of Gor, Page 319

Mixtures and Potions

Kamchak said nothing, but then he got up and from a chest in the wagon he took forth a goblet and filled it with an amber fluid, into which he shook a dark,
bluish powder. He then took Elizabeth Cardwell in his left arm and with his right hand gave her the drink. Her eyes were frightened, but she drank. In a few
moments she was asleep. Nomads of Gor, page 61

Iskander, of the physicians, had given me of a strange draft, which I, slave, must needs drink.
“This will relax you,” he had said, “and induce an unusual state of consciousness. As I speak to you your memory will be unusually clear. You will recall tiny
details with precision. Further, you will become responsive to my suggestions.” Slave Girl of Gor, page 381


Sana had insisted that I keep the pellet of poison which the Council had given her to spare her from the otherwise inevitable tortures that would follow the
disclosure of her identity in the cylinders of Ar. Tarnsman of Gor, page 73

I wondered, too, on the nature of my affliction. I had had the finest wound physicians on Gor brought to attend me, to inquire into its nature. They could tell
me little. Yet I had learned there was no damage in the brain, nor directly to the spinal column. The men of medicine were puzzled. The wounds were deep,
and severe, and would doubtless, from time to time, cause me pain, but the paralysis, given the nature of the injury, seemed to them unaccountable.
Then one more physician, unsummoned, came to my door.
“Admit him,” I had said.
“He is a renegade from Turia, a lost man.” had said Thurnock.
“Admit him,” I had said.
“It is Iskander,” whispered Thurnock.
I knew well the name of Iskander of Turia. I smiled. He remembered well the city that had exiled him, keeping still its name as part of his own. It had been
many years since he had seen its lofty walls. He had, in the course of his practice in Turia, once given treatment outside of its walls to a young Tuchuk warrior,
whose name was Kamchak. For this aid given to an enemy, he had been exiled. He had come, like many, to Port Kar. He had risen in the city, and had been
for years the private physician to Sullius Maximus, who had been one of the five Ubars, presiding in Port Kar prior to the assumption of power by the Council
of Captains.
Sullius Maximus was an authority on poetry, and gifted in the study of poisons. When Sullius Maximus had fled the city, Iskander had remained behind. He
had even been with the fleet on the 25th of the Se’Kara. Sullius Maximus, shortly after the decision of the 25th of Se’Kara, had sought refuge in Tyros, and
had been granted it.
“Greetings, Iskander,” I had said.
“Greetings, Bosk of Port Kar,” he had said.
The findings of Iskander of Turia matched those of the other physicians, but, to my astonishment, when he had replaced his instruments in the pouch slung at
his shoulder, he said,” The wounds were given by the blades of Tyros.”
“Yes,” I said,” they were.”
“There is a subtle contaminant in the wounds,” he said.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I have not detected it,” he said. “But there seems no likely explanation.”
“A contaminant?” I asked.
“Poisoned steel,” he said.
I said nothing.
“Sullius Maximus,” he said, “is in Tyros.”
“I would not have thought Sarus of Tyros would have used poisoned steel,” I said. Such a device, like the poisoned arrow, was not only against the codes of
the warriors, but, generally, was regarded as unworthy of men. Poison was regarded as a woman’s weapon.
Iskander shrugged.
“Sullius Maximus,” he said, “invented such a drug. He tested it, by pin pricks, on the limbs of a captured enemy, paralyzing him from the neck down. He kept
him seated at his right side, as a guest in regal robes, for more than a week. When he tired of the sport he had him killed.”
“Is there no antidote?” I asked.
“No,” said Iskander.
“Then there is no hope,” I said.
“No,” said Iskander, “there is no hope.”
“Perhaps it is not the poison.” I said.
“Perhaps,” said Iskander.
“Thurnock,” said I, “give this physician a double tarn, of gold.”
“No,” said Iskander, “I wish no payment.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I was with you,” he said,” on the 25th of Se’Kara.”
“I wish you well, Physician,” I said.
“I wish you well, too, Captain,” said he, and left.
Marauders of Gor, page 17-18
This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
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studying each aspects of gorean life.