Working Prophet.

Chapter 787 I'm a Veterinarian

A hint of despair appeared in Arnott's 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 healing the nobles and their guards, Arnott is not sure if there will be any herbs when it is his turn.

He wasn't even sure if he could make it to that point, but at least he had something to look forward to.

But now he feels that it is difficult for him to live.

Arnott had seen how the soldiers of the coalition army treated the enemy's prisoners, and basically killed the raiders directly.

And if it was a defeated soldier in the battle, according to the tradition of the Bratis Continent, as long as it was not a deadly enmity, the nobles and healthy warriors could still have a way out. Usually, they were captured and waited for a ransom, or became slaves.

As for the wounded, if they were not seriously injured, they would be arrested, but if they were seriously injured like him and could no longer walk by themselves, they would 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 captives are not very likely to be sold at a high price, and the value of injuries is even lower.

If the injury is serious, it will cost money to treat it, and it may not be cured, so there is no need to keep it, and killing them can help them get rid of it earlier.

Arnott is just lying in the mud now, waiting for someone to come and relieve him.However, when he thought of the two younger sisters and one younger brother in the family, he didn't want to die anymore.

So under the support of the will to survive, Arnott closed his eyes, lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead, hoping to deceive those who came to clean up the battlefield.

He was lucky, and no one noticed him when he passed by 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 for a while, and his cheeks were burning hot.

At this time, footsteps came from his side, accompanied by voices, "There seems to be someone alive here."

"Is it one of us?"

"Yes, I think the coat of arms on him seems to belong to the Soto family."

"Then put him on the stretcher."

"it is good."

Then Arnott heard something being dragged, but soon he heard one of them sigh.

"Ah, it seems that I have passed away. It is a pity that my chest was still heaving before."

"The injury is too serious. Ivan's servant said that if he is not breathing, don't take it back." 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 could no longer pretend to be dead under the pain, and let out a muffled groan.

"Yo, there's still one alive here." The person who stepped on his hand let out an exclamation.

"Is it one of us?"

"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. "

"Ah."

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 walked back and came to a shed.

There were many people in white clothes coming in and out, and there was an elf who didn't know what to shout about.

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.

"Hey, I'm a veterinarian. I treat cats and dogs. Isn't it difficult for me to operate 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 beat the natives with shotguns, 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 rode the dragon himself."

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 am also professional.”

"Pull it down, dragons are not pets."

"What is 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 was the only serious medical talent that Li Yu had reincarnated in such a long time.

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

Li Yu went to chat with the old man who knew Chinese medicine that he introduced to Li Yu before, and the two sides hit it off unexpectedly.

Taoism pays attention to cleanliness and non-action, while Taoism pays attention to regular weekends. At least on the matter of refusing to work overtime, the two sides easily reached a consensus.

But the consensus is the consensus. The old Taoist was reluctant to practice the Tao for decades, and Li Yu didn't force it.

I heard that the old Taoist passed away two weeks after the two met.

Fortunately, Li Yu met Liu Xuebin shortly thereafter. Although Liu Xuebin is a veterinarian, there is actually no big difference between humans and animals from an anatomical point of view.

At least in terms of surgery, the techniques and procedures are similar.

Liu Xuebin was a little nervous at the beginning, thinking that he did not have a license to practice medicine, so it is illegal and criminal to operate on people.

But after a few surgeries, he gradually calmed down, and his hands became more stable. Then he thought that this was Bratis, who practiced medicine without a license and no one caught him, so he completely relaxed.

Liu Xuebin saw a doctor on the one hand, and on the other hand he took students with him. A total of twenty teenagers and girls were following him, listening to his explanations on how to disinfect, anesthetize, operate and stitch.

It happened that Arnott was brought in at this time. Liu Xuebin took a look at the wounds on his body and legs. There was no foreign matter inside, but the wound was a little inflamed, so it was not a big problem.

So he casually ordered a student, "You, that's right, you, remember what I taught you just now, come and sterilize and suture his wound."

(End of this chapter)