Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1145 1127. Surgery Reinforcements

"Calm down, Lan."

Amid the sorrow and regret of the crowd, Gandalf stepped forward with a soothing tone.

"They were all stabbed in the chest by Azog and his men. It's too late. Thorin's last regret is that he couldn't say goodbye to everyone. Just let him leave peacefully, okay?"

Lan knelt on one knee on the ice, his eyes constantly scanning the three dwarves lying on the ground.

The Qilin looked over here, and its elegant and noble figure blocked other people who wanted to come forward, but its feline-like face also looked here.

The fluffy ball was also sad, with its two furry little front paws tucked in front of its chest, and it meowed softly as it approached Lan.

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

The witcher didn't even look at the old wizard who came forward.

"I killed a dragon in Long Lake Town, and then I ran to the outside of River Valley to kill a demon wolf that should have been extinct ten thousand years ago. I don't want to watch this bastard die now!"

"Do you know the healing spell? If you only know the lighting spell, you wizard should stay aside!"

Gandalf, who was scolded, rubbed his fingers holding the wand against each other, but in the end he didn't say anything, pursed his lips and stepped back a few steps.

The cold wind blew on the ice surface, and the fine ice on the ice surface was really like sand and dust, which was blown out of the feeling of sand and dust rolling on the ground.

The witcher's cat eyes looked up and down at Thorin, Fili, and Kili.

He took action and tore the clothes on the chests of the three dwarves with a few swishing sounds.

It was indeed as Gandalf said, the three of them were stabbed in the chest by different enemies.

Fili and Kili should have been stabbed by a pointed cone-shaped weapon.

And on Thorin.

Lan En glanced to the side, and on the left arm of the dead pale orc on the other side of the ice was a vicious double-pointed knife.

"The main reason for the sharp decline in their vital signs is the heavy bleeding and organ damage caused by the penetrating wound in the chest. The specific human body diagram is as follows, sir."

Mentos was as reliable as ever. It projected the virtual images of Thorin and the other two on Lan En's retina, and marked the shape of the wound in red.

Lan En examined the three human body structure diagrams.

Normally, the wounds on Thorin and the others were enough to kill a normal human on the spot, but because the dwarves in this world were so tough that they could use their skulls to resist the Hundred-leaf Hammer, the three of them were only now in a state of having one breath left.

In an instant, Lan En's mind began to plan a series of treatment plans, as well as possible consequences and response plans.

Various complicated and trivial ideas came out like a flood under Lan En's inspiration.

Then all these ideas will be captured by Mentos, so that they will not be like the meteors that flash through the mind, flashing away in a flash.

Various ideas are recorded by the biochemical intelligent brain, and the logic is straightened out and classified.

Then the feasibility is verified with huge computing power, and finally the top five most reasonable and most likely to succeed are selected for Lan En to make the final choice.

Everything was completed in a very short time. From the outside, it may even be just the time for Lan En to take a deep breath.

But then, Lan En pulled off the alchemical leather bag on his waist and threw it to the flannel ball.

"Meow?"

The kitten jumped up and caught the alchemical leather bag, looking at his boss with a little confusion.

"Find the medical kit inside." Lan En ordered while starting to strip off all the clothes on the upper body of the three of them, exposing their wounds.

"Hurry up, Flannel Ball."

"Got it, meow!"

After saying that, Felu Cat put the alchemical leather bag on the ground, and arched his head and hands inside, leaving only a pair of furry paws and tail shaking outside.

He searched very hard.

Although Lan En was a demon hunter and prepared a lot of restorative potions for himself, he took into account the possibility of Qilin and Flannel Ball being injured, as well as his own knowledge and skills in the medical field.

Therefore, surgical instruments and medical supplies were always kept in the alchemical leather bag, and they were completely replaced every time he returned to Aretusa.

The people who were originally blocked outside by Qilin and had already bowed their heads in silence, when they saw Lan En's clear and organized movements, they gradually came to their senses.

Can this really be saved? !

The most excited Dwalin, his snot and tears on his face had already smeared on his beard, was now holding Qilin's horse leg, looking eagerly in the direction of Lan En.

After Lan En took the medical equipment that the flannel ball turned out, he began to move smoothly.

He didn't have time to worry about the infection of the wound. He had to close the three dwarves' chest wounds first. After that, he could only hope for the herbal medicine of this world and the tough physique of the dwarves.

Lan En simply took off his gloves, washed his hands with alcohol, and began to put his hands into the dwarf's chest.

His broad palm could almost cover the entire front of the dwarf's chest, but under his skilled skills, the disadvantage of the large palm in delicate movements did not appear at all.

Dexterity, precision, and delicateness. This is a surgical skill that can be called art, and it even has a natural beauty and ritual.

The fingers penetrated into the sticky and slippery chest cavity and found the elastic blood vessels hidden in the plasma and meat.

Just finding the blood vessels in a messy wound would take a normal doctor a lot of time.

Because blood vessels will pull back after being broken, just like a rubber band. If the blood vessels in the thigh are broken, they may be pulled directly back into the abdominal cavity by elasticity.

However, Mentos had already comprehensively analyzed the wound situation and planned in advance where the blood vessels might be. Lan En only had to search within a small area.

He dexterously sutured, tied knots, closed the wounds, and drained out the accumulated blood in the dwarf's chest.

In an operation to suture the chest cavity, without any assistance, he was able to close the chests of three dwarves in ten minutes!

The average time spent by each dwarf is just over three minutes!

Moreover, the thread opening is smooth and the stitches are neat and fine.

The group of people watching outside felt hopeful.

But Lan En, who was in charge of the operation, did not relax his brows.

Because things are still not looking good for Thorin, Fili, and Kili.

After the wounds were closed, the blood vessels were sutured, and even the organ damage was temporarily healed, the three of them were still pale and their pupils began to dilate.

They had been injured for too long, and blood and other things had flowed out of the wounds during the previous time.

Do you need a blood transfusion now? If there is not enough blood, the body's machine cannot start.

Lan En looked down at the three dwarves, and then irritably rejected his idea.

Not only blood. They lost too much during the process of opening the wound, and the physiological indicators plummeted like a cliff. The chain reaction caused by this cannot be brought back by blood transfusion at all.

It's a complete collapse of the entire body's functions!

If you insist on saying what the three of them are lacking now, then make a list. The names of the substances on it are enough to fill several large sheets of parchment.

And if only one name was given, Lan En could only say that what they lack is vitality.

It can allow their bodies that are gradually withering to regain nourishing vitality.

"Think of a way, think of a way. I remember. I vaguely remember that I seem to have it."

Lan En pinched his forehead with his blood-stained fingers, and he murmured irritably. The flannel ball next to him also looked worriedly at the demon hunter and the dwarf on the ground.

Witchers always feel like they have this kind of thing in them.

Mentos began to move forward quickly to access Lan En's memories.

At the same time, on the other side of Crow Ridge relative to Lonely Mountain, the sound of legions stepping on the ground began to rumble.

The shouts of the orcs also began to appear.

Gandalf first looked at Lan, who was still saving the three dwarves, then walked forward to the frozen waterfall and looked down.

"The Orcs of Gundaba!"

The old wizard pressed his pointed hat, turned around and shouted.

"The orcs of Gundaba have arrived!"

Everyone present looked solemn. The orcs coming out of Dol Guldur alone had already turned Gushan into a mess.

At this time, the orcs from Gundaba are about to enter the field and start a battle. No matter how you think about it, the situation is not optimistic.

Dwalin wiped his face fiercely. He looked at Thorin and the others who were obviously unable to move, picked up the ax and walked out.

"I'll stop them! Let me do it!"

Legolas, Tauriel and Glorfindel also drew their weapons.

But Gandalf, standing on the edge of the frozen waterfall cliff, looked up at the sky.

The arrival of those orcs did not bring dark clouds and a depressing atmosphere, on the contrary.

The white clouds and sunshine in the sky look more holy.

"No, no need." A butterfly flew to the top of Gandalf's wand, and the old wizard looked at it with a smile. "Our friends finally caught up."

Following the wise and relieved smile of the old wizard, a sharp eagle cry came from high in the sky!

In an instant, every white cloud in the sky was blown away by the violent air current! A black figure above the clouds was revealed.

That's a flock of big eagles!

Noble creature, ally of all good creatures and enemy of evil!

Each talon of these large eagles can easily catch an adult, and their eyes are also shining with the light of wisdom. They are not ordinary creatures.

As soon as they appeared, the Gundaba orcs who were marching towards the Lonely Mountain through Crow Ridge suddenly became panicked.

On the narrow mountain road, every eagle's swoop could directly knock down the orcs standing all over the road.

The orcs' aerial power, the Badbats, are like a swarm of flies in front of the Great Eagle.

The Orks' air power was completely suppressed.

And it's not just air power.

"Roar!!!"

The furious roar of a bear came from the back of a big eagle. It was a tall man. He jumped down from the back of the big eagle and turned into an exaggerated giant bear in mid-air!

This giant bear was unharmed after being smashed down from a height of tens to hundreds of meters, and it broke directly into the orcs' formation and began to kill.

And at this moment, Lan En faced the sunshine exposed by the big eagle as the clouds were blown away, and he suddenly remembered something.