Dimensional Eroders

Those who can arrive at the camp on time are considered the elite among the testers. After the leader left, a few ambitious and thoughtful people stood up, trying to keep everyone behind, persuading them, and forming an elite team.

However, the Bailang people were sleepy and tired, and their vigilance was higher than normal people. In addition, the calf bite needed urgent treatment, so they didn't stop, and went directly to the fourth floor of the building to seek treatment.

As soon as he left, the rest of the people scattered like birds and beasts. All rushed into the building to seek help and treatment.

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The layout of the fourth floor is a bit like a private clinic, with bright lights and a quiet environment, because it is night and there are no people. The air smelled of disinfectant.

After consulting the girl on duty at the front desk, Bailang took out his 'identity card' to complete the authentication and registration, and was assigned to treatment room 04.

The room is not big, and it is divided into an office for consultation and an attached surgery ward. Looking at it from a standing angle, Bailang saw a hospital bed and treatment equipment in the ward.

Sitting on a chair in the consultation room was an old white man dozing off with his head down and his eyes covered with gum, his hair disheveled like weeds.

bang bang!

Bailang gently knocked on the door, alarming the other party. Then, the old man put on the worn-out glasses hanging around his neck, straightened his neck and looked around, staring at him for a long time, until his eyes regained focus, he suddenly realized: "Is it a patient? Please, what's the situation?"

During the interrogation, the old man with shit eyes kept looking at him, and asked again: "Are you new here? I heard that a group of newcomers will arrive tonight. It seems that you are the ones. Do you have money to see a doctor? If you don't have money, please go out automatically. Don't disturb the old man's rest."

Bailang immediately handed the receipt issued by the front desk to the other party. After reading it, the old man didn't worry anymore: "This way, there will be no problem. Tell me your problem. It is my bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded."

Bailang tore off his T-shirt, revealing the scratches on his shoulders, and then lifted the corners of his trousers, revealing the bandage-wrapped wounds that were still bleeding slowly: "I was attacked by a flying monster on the way to the camp. attack; afterward, the calf was bitten by a half-decomposed corpse dog..."

"Let me see."

The old man took out a pair of scissors and cut the bandage. Then he opened a bottle of alcohol, took a sip first, and then cheered up, he took another big sip, turned into a watering can and sprayed it on Bailang's legs to cleanse and wipe off the blood and stains. Afterwards, he picked up the tweezers, roughly inserted into the wound, and repeatedly stirred and observed. The pain caused Bailang to roll his eyes wildly, and couldn't help shouting: "It hurts, it hurts! It hurts!"

"Hmm... the wound on the shoulder is not serious, but the claws of those scavenging birds are very dirty, they grab shit and meat, they carry a lot of bacteria, I guess they have been infected! But compared to this little problem, your leg The injury is more serious, and you have been poisoned by the corpse. The toxin of the rotting corpse and the power of hell are spreading in your body. If you don't treat it, you will become a freshly baked living corpse in about a week. There is a small probability that you will Demonized and mutated, becoming a miscellaneous soldier of the evil camp."

"One week?" Bailang was a little surprised. Compared to zombies, these living corpses are so weak.

"What, is it too slow? You can also speed up the process of degeneration and demonization by eating a large number of monster corpses, and at the same time improve the physical fitness of the living corpse to a certain extent." The old man explained slowly.

The more Bailang heard the more something was wrong, he coughed lightly: "That... I'm here to treat illnesses."

The old man glanced at him coldly: "There are two treatment options, cheap injections and medicines, holy water disinfection, and wound sutures. Three silver coins are enough, but the recovery period is relatively long, and it can be cured in about a week. If you are willing to spend 10 more Silver coins, I can use the 'healing potion' to speed up the healing of the wound, and I will recover after going back to sleep. You choose..."

"Uh... injections, medicine, and stitches?!" Bailang looked at all kinds of modern treatment equipment in the ward, and always felt that it was weird, and the style of the painting was a bit inconsistent.

"Is there any problem?" The old man scraped off the gum from the corner of his eyes, and bounced it on the wall behind him. He became more and more energetic, showing an extraordinary look, like a hidden NPC.

Brother Lang couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer, and asked, "This isn't magic at all, isn't there any healing spell?"

"Of course there is, but the price is more expensive, and I can't do it. If you are willing to spend money, isn't 'healing potion' a magic item? Even if it is a cheap cure, you also use 'holy water'. This thing is very magical." .” The old man looked at him with strange eyes, as if he had never seen such a mentally handicapped patient.

But Bailang didn't care, and asked cheekily: "Aren't you a 'medical faculty member'? Don't you have the power to master spells?"

"I only mastered a few small tricks, and I can't count as a legal profession. After I was eliminated from the 'Necromancer Certification', I switched to the medical industry. The quality of new recruits is getting worse and worse, and this is common sense. No? Come on, decide which treatment plan to choose?"

The old man urged impatiently.

Bailang quickly replied: "Expensive!"

"It's almost the same, just lie down and don't move, I'll go and prepare it for you."

The old man pointed to the simple 'hospital bed + operating table', and then got busy with his own work.

He quickly took out a set of surgical equipment, put on rubber gloves, and skillfully cleaned the wound, sterilized it, and this time he didn't spray it with his mouth again. After cutting off the necrotic tissue, he poured a bottle of 'holy water' mixed with high-concentration alcohol roughly on the wound. The sour, refreshing and scalding taste made Bailang scream in pain.

Although he couldn't see the wound while lying flat, he felt as if he had been splashed with thick acid, and the wound made a 'sizzling' sound.

"Don't make trouble, bear with it! This little injury, you look like a bitch. Holy water can remove evil forces, don't you find it very enjoyable? Listen to this beautiful voice!"

After a series of operations, the old doctor began to sew up the leg wound, still rough but fast. In the end, he took out a bottle of dark red medicine that was thick and turbid like half-coagulated blood from the drawer, inserted the needle, and took out half of the tube.

The old man inserted the needle into the sutured wound and began to push the injection. Bailang immediately felt the cool, numb and itchy feeling inside the wound, which was very comfortable, as if the flesh and blood were wriggling and healing, which was a hundred times stronger than the 'Holy Sulfuric Acid Water'.

"What's this?"

"Healing potion! It contains rich life energy, extracted and purified from the hearts of those fallen demons. No matter it is taken internally or applied externally, it can speed up the healing of wounds." The old man lowered his head to treat the wound and explained absent-mindedly.

"Why not just use it? Wouldn't it be superfluous to suture the wound?"

"Of course it's to save costs. If you drink your small injury directly, you can recover with one bottle. But I only used 1/10 of the dose, and it's done. The same is the wound, and it can be used after treatment, not only It is economical, and the effect is better. On the contrary, if it is a serious trauma, it can be healed quickly by taking water directly without treatment, but during the regeneration process of flesh and blood nerves, they will be wrongly connected to form necrosis, resulting in serious hidden injuries."

While talking, the old man took care of Bailang's other injuries, even the bite mark on his palm: "Thanks for your patronage, a total of 20 silver coins, pay by card, you're welcome. Don't take a bath, just go back and sleep for a while."

Feeling the numbness all over his body, Bai Lang felt much more at ease, and was also full of good feelings for this irritable old man who saved lives and healed the wounded. He didn't have any plans for the future, but he suddenly felt that 'doctor' is a very good profession.

So he blurted out and asked, "Can I learn medical skills from you?"

"If you're interested, I don't mind teaching you some tricks, but it's paid for, and it's not a 'supernatural ability'. Of course, if you're interested in 'Necromancer', I have basic enlightenment textbooks here .Medicine is the basis of necromancers. A good doctor may not be a mage, but a necromancer must be a good doctor! I am afraid that I am the only one who has access to the entire camp. I will give you a discount for seeing a doctor."

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Bai Lang, who was forced out of the ward by the old man after paying the fee, still feels weird. Shouldn't learning magic inheritance be tested and cherished?

Why do you only need to pay, but also ask yourself to promote it to others?