Pirate Field Marshal

"came back"

"How's it going? Have you completed what I ordered?" Hawkeye stood on the bow of the army warship and asked his lieutenant general Ford.

"General Hawkeye, fortunately he has lived up to his command."

"However, it's this one called Nah Ke that wasted some of my time."

"By the way, this guy's escape speed is really fast."

"I didn't pay attention, and he ran ten thousand meters away. If I didn't pay attention, he would have run away."

Ford threw the Crick in his hand directly on the warship and said to his Eagle Eye general with a playful smile.

"By the way, what is that?"

"Military doctor, military doctor, come here and treat this guy."

"Don't let this damn guy die. The door of the Army Prison is still open to welcome him."

Under the roar of the lieutenant general, Ford, a thin army and ship doctor wearing a white robe and holding a medical bag squeezed in from among many army soldiers.

However, after the military doctor on board the ship took a look at Creek's current situation, he suddenly became confused.

"heal"

"Damn it, there is such a long and deep wound on my chest, and it is still oozing blood even now."

"In this case, let me heal"

"I'm through, I'm through"

To be honest, the military doctor who followed the ship almost burst into tears.

Under such circumstances, death is almost certain.

However, I took a look at Lieutenant General Hawkeye and Vice General Ford, as well as the knives on their bodies that were still shining coldly.

The military doctor accompanying the ship couldn't help but shrink his neck and swallowed.

He looked at Creek, who was lying on the boat with blood on his chest, and then glanced at Admiral Ford, who was standing next to him.

This military doctor was a little timid.

Looking at each other, it was obvious that he was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he had no choice but to give in.

"Okay, get out of the way and let me take a good look."

The military doctor pushed everyone away and sighed slowly, with a slightly speechless expression on his face.

Under normal circumstances, injuries of this level cannot be saved.

However, for this military doctor on the ship, it was still possible to give it a try.

Recently, the Army Medical College happened to develop a pretty good healing medicine.

This kind of healing medicine is somewhat rare and not difficult to prepare. It seems a bit disadvantageous to use it for such a pirate.

Walking in front of Creek, the military doctor skillfully pulled his eyelids, touched the wound, observed various signs, and sighed helplessly.

To be honest, the injury was serious.

Whether the treatment can be successful depends on whether Ke can survive this.

The military doctor treated Yu Kerik's chest a little and barely stopped the blood from pouring out.

Then, he stretched out his right hand and touched the medical bag on the right side of his body.

He took out a tube of potion.

The potion is green in color and seems to contain a powerful breath of life.

Looking at the medicine in his hand, although he felt a little distressed, the military doctor still poured it into Creek's mouth.

It was obvious that after this tube of medicine was poured into Creek's mouth.

His wrinkled, pain-filled expression was somewhat relieved, and even his pale face seemed to have regained some healthy color.

"He will wake up within three days."

"It's just that it was a pity to give him the potion just now."

Everyone seemed to be temporarily deaf when the military doctor muttered. They just turned their heads in embarrassment and ignored it.

Seeing this scene, Ford, the eagle-eyed lieutenant, tilted his lips and locked his eyes on Creek.

"What's that? Your luck is pretty good."

"You can survive this kind of injury, not bad, not bad."

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