Working Prophet

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 then, 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 injured, 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 matter of cost. Civilian prisoners cannot be sold at a high price, and the value of their injuries is even lower.

If the injury is serious, 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 early.

Arnott is lying in the mud now, waiting for someone to come and relieve 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 in his thigh. There was a blood hole there. He used mud to paste it, but blood was still oozing out.

Arnott felt dizzy and his cheeks were feeling hot.

At this time, there were footsteps next to him, accompanied by voices, "There seems to be someone alive here."

"Is he one of ours?"

"Yes, it seems to me that 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 he has died. His 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 look for it again."

The two walked towards the other side while talking. At this time, one of them may have been absent-minded, or he may not have seen his feet clearly. He was tripped by something, staggered two steps forward, and accidentally stepped on Arnold. 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.

"Is he one of ours?"

"Let me see...it doesn't seem to be the case, do you want to save it?"

"Let's save together, the Prophet Merlin said that they will all become Saturday believers in the future. Although we mainly save our own people, at this moment our people are almost saved.

"We just turned around and didn't see anyone alive. Let's save him, but remember to collect the weapons on him first, safety first, don't forget that they are still enemies before becoming Saturday's believers. "

"Um."

Arnott actually didn't have the strength to resist anymore, so he could only let the two men in white lift him onto two wooden sticks, with a piece of sackcloth in the middle, wrapping 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 an elf yelling about something.

Arnott was fortunate to have dealt with some elves, but he felt that the male elf in the shed did not speak elf language, 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?!"

Even though he said so, he was very sharp in his hands. He cut open the stomach of a wounded man with a knife, took out a small blood-stained iron ball from it 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 temporarily acting as his translator, snorted, "The birdmen came to provoke us first, how do you say that, when friends come, there is good wine, and when jackals come, why don't they have shotguns?"

"This time, even the Prophet himself rode the dragon."

The male elf regretted, "It's a pity that I didn't keep the green dragon, otherwise I really wanted to give it a knife to see what the structure of the surface is. I have grown so big, I have never cured a dragon, and the key is that the thing is in harmony with it. I’m professional and relatable.”

"Pull it down, dragons are not pets."

"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 crossing over, he opened a pet clinic in the city to treat pets nearby. Occasionally, he would do some good deeds in his free time, such as neutering some stray dogs and cats for free.

At the same time, he can be regarded as the only serious medical talent that Li Yu has reincarnated in such a long time.

There is no way Coke Bear’s colleagues are living well recently.

Li Yu had introduced the old man who knew 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, the consensus was 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 soon after. 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 when it comes to surgery, the techniques and procedures are similar.

Liu Xuebin was a little nervous at first, thinking that he did not have a medical qualification certificate and it was illegal to operate on others.

But after a few operations, 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, how to anesthetize, how to operate and stitch.

Arnott was brought in just at this time. Liu Xuebin looked at the wounds on his body and legs. There were no foreign objects in them, but the wounds were a little inflamed, which was not a big problem.

So he randomly selected a student and said, "You, that's right, do you still remember what I taught you just now? Come and disinfect his wounds and sew them up."