"Weevil," he echoed. "Like a beetle?" That was the only context he had of weevil and he was curious how that was a medical risk. Maybe if there were enough weevils involved ...
"I've dealt with sword wounds," he admitted. "Believe it or not," he added with a grin. Mal seemed to have a penchant for inciting guys with swords to stab him, though Simon couldn't fathom why.
"I'm not that crazy about the idea of 1964 medical care," he admitted with a glance at the books. "I don't know how much you know about the medical community here, in general, but ... how open would they be to a stranger attempting to teach them actual advanced medicine?" He imagined the answer was 'not very' but it wouldn't hurt to ask. Even if he could only get a few doctors, some respected ones, they could maybe spread the ideas he was selling.