Sorcerer's Survival Manual

This is a very small space, and the entrance is a large piece of white. The small bed he is lying on takes up almost all the space. The left side of the bed is a white wall that is the same as the ceiling. A narrow aisle that only allows one person to enter and exit, and a huge curtain hangs in the shape of an "L" at the end of the bed and on the other side, sealing the entire space. The curtain and the quilt on him are also pure white .

There is an iron rack like a clothes hanger beside the bed near the curtain, on which is hung a transparent airtight bag of unknown material, most of the empty bag contains a transparent liquid of unknown purpose, and the liquid is flowing down a thin line below. The long transparent tube flows down, drips and accumulates in a slightly larger oval space at the upper end of the tube, and then, under the regulation of a square object, continues to flow down the slender tube at a slow and steady speed.

And the other end of the tube seemed to be attached to the back of his hand.

Lifting his hand with difficulty, he saw a fixed tube on the hand quilt covered with white gauze, and a thin needle on the tube was piercing the back of his hand, and the liquid inside flowed into the needle. into his body.

When Ansair saw the needle, his first reaction was to pull it out, but considering that he should have been in a coma for a long time - his body went weak for a while, and his stomach silently protested because he hadn't eaten for a long time - And the gauze wrapped around his body showed that he was treated, and his body did feel lighter than before, so he decided that the liquid should be harmless and beneficial to him.

That being the case, after another glance at the needle that made him uncomfortable, Ansair silently decided to ignore it.

No way, as an all-round magician of all subjects, oh, their all-round talents are generally called wizards-as an all-round wizard who has dabbled in most subjects on the magic side, Ansair's Alchemy and potion science are also outstanding, and in these two disciplines, where needles are used, blood is usually drawn.

The blood of a wizard is very precious, especially the blood of a demigod like him, which is not as precious as the magic material of a real god.

However, it was the first time he had seen the method of using a needle to infuse liquid for treatment, and the obviously man-made tubes and bags looked novel.

I don't know if the therapist here can sell him a few sets, but I always feel that it can be used a lot when doing research.

Ansair, who was still thinking about his own safety just now, was soon immersed in "conjectures about the various uses of new materials and tools", and completely forgot about the more important safety issues.

Fortunately, the reality did not give him time to indulge in research. When the medicine in the infusion bag was about to run out, the white curtain was pulled open with a brush, and a person in a white robe appeared behind the curtain, awakening him in his thoughts. Ans Aire.

Emerald eyes met the visitor.

Probably because he didn't expect that he was already sober. When he saw Ansair looking at her with his eyes open, the only nurse in this small town was stunned for a while before recovering, turned her head and shouted to the outside.

"Doctor, the patient is awake!"

It was still an unfamiliar language, but this did not prevent Ansair from hearing the footsteps following her shout.

Another middle-aged man who was also wearing a white robe appeared behind him.

The pure-blooded Lotskas are easy to identify. Most of them are tall, with deep facial features, light hair, eyes and skin color, like his father, who has light brown hair and is more than 1.9 meters tall. He is a big man, but his father has practiced martial arts all year round and often travels, so his skin has long been tanned.

As a magician, Ansair is also a mixed race. His appearance is more inherited from his mother (the genes of mortals did not defeat the genes of the gods in the end), although his facial features can also see the shadow of his father , but softer, when he was younger, as long as he didn't say it, it would be difficult for others to judge his gender from his appearance.

Fortunately, Ansair got out of the indisputable stage when he became an adult, and because he had a short haircut, he had passed the voice change period. Although his voice still had the characteristics of a teenager and was more crisp than the average adult male, but It's still a male voice.

As for the two strangers in front of them, one could tell at a glance that they were definitely not Lotskas.

Compared with the Lotska people, it can be called petite, with slightly pale facial features, and much darker hair and skin color. Although the woman has long golden brown hair, she looks like a girl. Knowing that it was dyed, the area close to the scalp was the same black as a middle-aged man.

None of the countries that Ansair knew had such characteristics, so he had no way of judging which country he had fallen into from the appearance of these two people.

And their dresses are also very strange, whether it is the simple white robe outside or the strange attire exposed from under the open robes of the two, they are styles that Ansair has never seen before-he later learned that The clothes are shirt trousers and high-waisted knee-length dresses.

And from the opened curtain, Ansair saw more strange things that he hadn't seen before, but at this time he didn't have the chance to figure out what they were.

The nurse called the doctor, and the doctor came to see that the patient had indeed opened his eyes, and his face was clear, and he had obviously regained consciousness, so he hurried forward to check on his condition.

When he checked Ansair with the stethoscope, although he didn't know what he was doing, Ansair didn't feel any malice and didn't take any action. He obediently let the doctor put the stethoscope on his chest.

It was also at this time that he noticed that he was also wearing a large blue and white striped dress, and the head magician who was originally wearing it was missing.

After the initial examination confirmed that there was nothing serious about him, the doctor asked Ansair how he was feeling.

"Is there anything uncomfortable? Are you dizzy?"

But Ansair couldn't understand, and could only look at him innocently with a pair of big green eyes.

It has been three days since Ansair was sent to the only small hospital in the small town. The doctor still remembers how he was when he was sent. He didn't know what he looked like, he and the nurse had to clean up all the wounds on his body for three hours before they cleaned all the wounds on his body and bandaged them with medicine. The soft-hearted nurse even had red eyes from the bandages, and kept talking about who would be so cruel to a child. This kind of cruelty.

Although Ansair was so injured that it was impossible to even look at his face, they could still see that he was not very old, and it was unknown whether he was an adult or not.

Moreover, the doctor who treats the residents of the small town all the year round is very clear that those scars are left by the ability of the space system. There are obviously traces of space energy left on the wound. Fortunately, there is not much residual energy. After Er was in a coma for three days, these energies had completely disappeared when they changed the patient's dressing yesterday.

And this also made the doctor determine that this little patient should also be a mutant. If it were an ordinary person, the residual energy would not dissipate so easily.

Thinking about it, it is impossible for him to be an ordinary person, otherwise how could he come to such a place as a young man.

With emotion in his heart, the patient who had been mummified for a long time did not answer him. The doctor glanced at his blond hair that was exposed together with his eyes, and turned to look at the nurse: "Xiao Ru, you will say that the foreign country Do you speak birds?"

After working as a doctor in this closed town for so many years, the doctor said that all the bird language he learned had already been thrown back to his bird language teacher.

"Okay."

"Then help me translate and translate."

Nurse Kong Ru was a little nervous.

She graduated from a nursing school with good grades in professional courses. Although she has passed the A-level in English, she was a little nervous to speak to an authentic foreigner.

She repeated what the doctor said just now, but the people on the hospital bed still didn't respond, and Kong Ru felt very distressed.

Could it be that her bird language is so poor that even foreigners can't understand it? QQ