449.The blood is weak, but the machine is flying? -Added update for "Who else can rob me" brothers?【16/25】
449.The blood is weak, but the machine is flying? -Additional update for "Who else can compete with me" brother [16/25] (page 1/2)
“ah.”
Lieutenant Robinson felt a twinge.
He struggled in the dazed chaos, and his soul, which seemed to have been separated from the body, was pulled back to the world under the inspiration of some kind of power..
He let out a groan and tried to open his eyes with difficulty..
“He suffered severe burns on his chest and back, requiring multiple debridements and special care. His internal organs were also damaged to a certain extent, but fortunately Gebao performed a life transfer on him, which prevented him from entering the dilemma of organ failure..
The completely necrotic left arm required complete amputation.
In addition, the bones in the spine on his back are damaged. According to my knowledge, this injury cannot be cured in this simple environment, but maybe you can come up with a plan.？”
“Broken spine? Small problem, I can use ghost hair and abomination glue to complete the suturing and healing. However, I am old and weak, and my hands are unstable. I will teach you how to use this psychic technique. With your skills, you can definitely sew to perfection. degree.
But before that, you have to cut open his entire back, and we have to check whether the psychic veins in his body are damaged..”
The lieutenant could hear whispers around him.
It seemed like someone was talking next to him, and an uncomfortable feeling emerged from all around his body..
And his last memory was fighting those damn skeleton armies at the sentry in the swamp. When Major Ron was about to be hit by the phosphorus fire explosion, he jumped on him desperately and crushed him..
The memories after that are lost in chaos along with intense pain..
The brave second lieutenant thought that was what death would feel like, but it turned out that his life was far from over..
His duties to king, marshal, and superior are not yet over.
Second Lieutenant Robinson defended Major Ron so bravely not just because of his duty, but out of gratitude to General Soros for his kindness..
He was once a poor boy from Bourbon, illiterate, and with little future in the Plantagenet Army. During the attack on the city of Siko, he was valued and trained by General Soros, and was sent to the military academy by the general. Only then has the boundary between soldiers and officers been crossed..
Although he is only a second lieutenant at the moment, his future has already been brightened up.
This kind of favor from the superior made him determined to repay the general. Major Ron was the youngest son of General Soros. It was necessary for him to save the major. Even if he died as a result, he would not complain..
However, the trajectory of fate never depends on the mentality and will of the person involved. For example, Second Lieutenant Robinson, who must have been dead under normal circumstances, was lying on the cold stone platform and struggled to open his eyes. He saw in his blurred vision When he arrived, a young man wearing a mask was standing next to him..
There is a psionic light beating above the head, and people who are shining can’t see it clearly..
Because of the serious injury caused by the phosphorus fire, he was so weak that he could not even move his neck. He could only vaguely see the willow-leaf-like scalpel in his hand cutting his skin, while on the other side of the operating table stood a man. A guy with a withered face like a mummy and eyes still burning with blue spiritual fire.
undead！
This is an undead！
This is the enemy！
Lieutenant Robinson's dazed mind tightened at this moment. He instinctively wanted to fight back, but before he could shout, he saw the undead corpse reaching out to him..
His vision was darkened by the growing palms wrapped in bandages with a strange smell, and his will was guided back into chaos by some evil spiritual energy..
So, was he captured by the undead?？
Damn it！
What about the major?？
He should be fine？
This is a question that is destined to be unanswered. At this time, Afeng, the busy pants-removing demon next to the second lieutenant, glanced at the patient who was re-imposed with the slumber technique. He then looked at the mentor Bella opposite him and said：
“The effect of trance is so uncertain that it obviously cannot be used for emergency surgery. I think it is better to make an anesthetic..
Surgery requires precision！
I cannot allow my patients to suffer this kind of controllable uncertainty..”
“However, the ingredients of the medicine you gave are too complicated, and I can’t understand those otherworldly terms at all..”
Bella, the corpse witch who works as a surgical assistant, complained：
“I can't understand your medical theories. I admit that death may have really taken away part of my wisdom, leaving me with no interest in those obscure terms and explanations..
But if it’s just a deep anesthesia, I have the pterosaur toxin formula used by the shadow elves when hunting..
As long as I have the materials, I can configure it.
It can achieve the controllable deep anesthesia effect you want. Tell me more about the concept of 'skin grafting'? You just said that this kind of burn, which seems to me to be incurable, can be treated.？”
“Well, actually the principle is not difficult.”
Wearing a whistle and gloves and performing debridement, the trousers-removing demon seemed to have returned to the operating room he was familiar with. While he was skillfully handling the ensign's wounds, he explained to his mentor from another world:：
“Because of the rejection reaction, we cannot obtain skin samples from others at will, but we can extract a sample from the second lieutenant's other intact body parts and cultivate it in a special environment, and then use a complex surgical procedure combined with drug treatment to treat him Skin regrows in the burned area.
Later, with some cosmetic surgeries, he can return to the category of a 'normal person'. Of course, it is basically impossible to return to his original appearance..”
“Woohoo, on our side, this kind of injury will go to bishop-level priests. They can perform advanced healing techniques to regenerate the wound, and even the skin can grow back together..”
The corpse witch snorted and argued.：
“This is much more convenient than your complicated and cumbersome process..”
“Yes, psychic powers and magic are such unreasonable things. It almost destroyed the worldview that I had built based on science in the first half of my life..”
Afeng did not refute this point of view, but he shook his head and said：
“However, as far as I know, the number of bishops and priests on the entire continent who can easily perform advanced healing techniques does not exceed 500. A patient with a humble background like Second Lieutenant Robinson will never be able to come into contact with that circle in his life..
Even if a miracle happened and he found someone who could help him, the expensive offering would still be enough to make him choose to commit suicide..
Our technology is complex.
But as long as the process is smooth and as long as I can develop a set of simplified methods according to local conditions, I can train many, many doctors..
One day, ordinary people will be able to undergo such surgery.
This is the meaning of the existence of medicine. Even with the special factor of psychic ability, ordinary doctors are still indispensable..”
“snort.”
Bella, the corpse witch, did not agree with this argument..
It stopped arguing with its apprentice on the conceptual level and focused on observing A Feng's technique of debriding and suturing the patient..
It had to admit that Afeng's skills were even better than the lunatic constructor Lame Claw, no! The two are not techniques on the same level at all..
Compared with Ah Feng's artistically precise stitching at this time, Lame Claw's wide-opening and closing routine is more like slaughtering.
Thirty minutes later, Afeng’s surgery was completed.
He put down his tools and took a few steps back to stretch his body. Corpse Witch Bella took over the rest of the work. It released a healing spell on the unconscious ensign. While waiting for the wound to heal, it used an imitation infusion tube to inject Afeng into the body. The alchemical nutrient solution prepared together with it was poured into the body of the weak ensign..
The chairs around the two people were filled with "the first batch of trainees from Transia Field Hospital". They observed the entire operation in complete silence as a training subject before they "started their work"..
On the second floor of this healing place, President Murphy and Natalie also watched the entire process..
“How about it？”
Murphy put his hands behind his back and said to Natalie who said nothing.：
“The performance of my second warrior is pretty good, right?？”
“If this level of first aid and treatment can only be said to be 'ok', then I think most doctors on the entire continent have fallen into the category of 'charlatans'.”
Natalie commented with a spicy tone.：
“Your warrior's attainments and quality in the medical profession are enough to put King Louis' royal physician to shame. I have never seen so many skills in just simple wound cleaning and suturing..
Perhaps I should really take your advice and have the current healers and pastors of the Church of Avalon come and learn from Mr. Yang.
Especially his ideas in the medical field
If the bishop and priest serve dignitaries, then the medical concept he represents is to completely serve the common people. There may be a gap in effectiveness between the two, but this concept alone is worthy of recognition and learning by all believers of our God..”
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