Arnott felt a sense of despair in his heart after briefly checking his injuries.
He was seriously injured. If they won the battle, it would be okay, and they might be able to get some medical treatment later.
Although there are not many herbalists accompanying him, and they will give priority to treating the nobles and their guards, Arnott is not sure whether there will be any herbs left when it is his turn.
He wasn't even sure if he could survive until that time, but at least there was hope.
But now he feels that it is difficult to survive.
Arnott had seen how those coalition soldiers treated enemy prisoners. They basically killed the sneak attackers directly.
And if they are defeated soldiers in the battle, according to the tradition of the Bratis continent, as long as they are not mortal enemies, nobles and healthy warriors can still have a way to survive. They are usually captured and awaiting exchange for ransom, or become slaves.
As for the wounded, if they are not seriously injured, they will be arrested, but if they are seriously injured like him and can no longer walk on their own, they will often be killed.
This is not because the people on this continent are ruthless. In the final analysis, it is still a cost issue. Civilian prisoners cannot be sold at a high price, and the value of their injuries is even lower.
If the injury is serious, medical treatment will cost money, and it may not be cured, so there is no need to keep it. Killing it can help them get rid of it as soon as possible.
Arnott was lying in the mud now, waiting for someone to come and rescue him. However, when he thought of his two sisters and one brother at home, he didn't want to die.
So with the support of his will to survive, Arnott closed his eyes and lay on the ground pretending to be dead, hoping to deceive those who came to clean up the battlefield.
He was lucky, no one noticed him when he passed by him several times.
But Arnott could feel that his body was getting weaker and weaker, especially his thigh. There was a blood hole there. He covered it with mud, but blood was still leaking out.
Arnot felt dizzy and his cheeks felt hot.
At this time, there were footsteps next to him, and at the same time, there were voices, "There seems to be someone alive here."
"Are they one of ours?"
"Yes, I think the coat of arms on his body belongs to the Soto family."
"Then put him on a stretcher."
"good."
Arnott then heard the sound of something being dragged, but soon he heard one of them sigh.
"Ah, it seems that I have died. My chest was obviously still heaving before. It's a pity."
"The injury is too serious. Servant Ivan said not to take anyone back if they are not breathing." Another person said.
"Then let's look for it again."
The two of them walked to the other side while talking. At this time, one of them might have been absent-minded, or he might not have seen his feet clearly. He stumbled on something and stumbled forward two steps, accidentally stepping on Arnold.
A special hand.
Arnott was in pain and could no longer pretend to be dead, so he let out a muffled groan.
"Hey, there's a living person here." The person who stepped on his hand exclaimed.
"Are they one of ours?"
"Let me see...it doesn't seem to be the case. Do you want to save him?"
"Let's save them together. The prophet Merlin said that they will all become Saturday believers in the future. Although we mainly save our own people, at the moment, our people are almost saved.
"We just walked around and didn't see anyone alive. Let's save him, but remember to collect the weapons on him first. Safety comes first. Don't forget that before they became Saturday's believers, they were still enemies.
"
"Um."
Arnot actually had no strength to resist anymore, so he could only let the two men in white lift him onto two wooden sticks, with a piece of linen in the middle, to cover his body.
.
Then the two of them walked back and came to a shed.
There were many people in white clothes walking in and out, and there was also an elf yelling about something.
Arnott was fortunate enough to have dealt with some elves, but he felt that the male elf in the shed did not speak Elvish, but a strange foreign language that he had never heard before.
"Well, I'm a veterinarian. I treat cats and dogs. Isn't it difficult for me to perform surgeries on people?!"
Although he said that, he was very nimble with his hands. He opened the stomach of a wounded man with a knife, took out a small bloody iron bead with tweezers, and looked at it in the sun.
"Tsk, tsk, you still use shotguns to hit the natives. It's too bullying."
Niu Xiangui, who was acting as his temporary translator, snorted, "It was those birdmen who came to mess with us first. How do you say that, when friends come, there is good wine, but when jackals come, why don't we have shotguns?"
"This time, even the Prophet himself rode the dragon."
The male elf regretted, "It's a pity that I didn't keep that green dragon. Otherwise, I would have wanted to give it an operation to see what its structure was. I have never cured a dragon in my life, and the key is that thing and
I’m professional and I speak the right language.”
"Pull him down, the dragon is not a pet."
"What's that dragon?"
The two were chatting there, but the male elf kept moving his hands.
His real name is Liu Xuebin, and he graduated from clinical veterinary medicine. Before time traveling, he opened a pet clinic in the city and treated pets in the neighborhood. Occasionally, he would do some good deeds in his free time and sterilize some stray dogs and cats for free.
At the same time, he is the only serious medical talent that Li Yu has reincarnated in such a long time.
There is no way Coca-Cola Bear’s colleagues are living well these days.
Li Yu introduced the old man who knew traditional Chinese medicine to Li Yu before. Li Yu went over to chat with him for a while, and the two sides surprisingly hit it off.
Taoism emphasizes purity and inaction, while Taoism emphasizes double rest on time. At least the two parties easily reached a consensus on the matter of refusing to work overtime.
However, there was a consensus that the old Taoist priest was reluctant to part with the Taoism he had practiced for decades, and Li Yu did not force it.
I heard that Lao Dao passed away two weeks after the two met.
Fortunately, Li Yu met Liu Xuebin not long after that. Although Liu Xuebin was a veterinarian, in fact, from an anatomical point of view, there was not much difference between humans and animals.
At least in terms of surgical procedures, the techniques and procedures are similar.
Liu Xuebin was a little nervous at first, thinking that he did not have a medical license and it was illegal to operate on others.
But after a few surgeries, I slowly calmed down and my hands became steadier. Then I thought that this was Bratis, and no one would catch me practicing medicine without a license, so I completely relaxed.
While Liu Xuebin was treating patients, he was also taking students with him. A total of more than twenty boys and girls were following him, listening to him explain how to disinfect, anesthetize, operate and stitch.
Just at this time, Arnott was carried in. Liu Xuebin took a look at the wounds on his body and legs. There were no foreign objects inside, but the wounds were a little inflamed, so it was not a big problem.
So he casually selected a student and said, "You, that's right, do you still remember what I taught you just now? Come and sterilize and sew his wounds."
This chapter has been completed!