Zuo Lin sat next to Emile, looked at Emile's calf situation, and then cast an activation and a recovery spell on Emile's body. The calf's condition is more complicated, as it appears to be a harpoon wound, but the damage caused by breaking free from the harpoon is more egregious than the wound caused by the harpoon. Zuo Lin looked at Emile, saw that Emile nodded, and he put his hand on the body of the little whale, a much stronger but gentler force of nature than the current Emile injected into the body of the little whale. Filling a whole jar of Tianxin Lotus ointment into the wound more than one meter long on the little whale's body is a bit of a cup, but with the use of a thousand silk vines for the wound suturing, after using 4 recovery techniques and one activation operation in a row, the life of the little whale must have been saved. After a period of recuperation, the calf can also go to Hawaii with the whales this winter. Calves are not yet old enough to be courted, and usually small humpback whales of this size should still follow their mothers, often rubbing their mother's body affectionately, learning everything that a whale needs to learn.

The calf snorted gratefully, and its deep voice was extremely pleasant. Zuo Lin patted the calf on the head and gently added a hypnotic analgesic spell to put the calf into a state between wakefulness, sleep and coma, in which the natural power infused into its body was most effective in repairing its body and allowing it to recover as soon as possible.

"Emile, the calf is fine. Can you go back with us?" Zuo Lin asked softly.

“…… Lila, this little guy's name is Lila. Emile said tiredly, "I can't shape now." Can you take me back?"

Zuo Lin looked at Emile, who was obviously in a very bad state now, and put his hand on Emile's forehead, Emile was suffering from a high fever and his body was in an extremely weak state. Druids are very difficult to get sick, and it is indeed much more difficult to become a druid than to apply for a medical insurance, but in terms of reliability, I don't know how much more reliable.

"Are you injured?" Wulin quickly asked when he noticed that Emile's high fever was somewhat caused by an infection in the wound.

"In the back, I transformed into a killer whale and crashed into the destroyer, and they actually dropped depth charges on me. When he dodged, he was grazed by the propeller. Emile said.

The calf was treated with severe injuries due to Emile's constant care, but it seemed to be better than Emile's current almost exhaustive condition. Without enough rest and food, not even much fresh water, and with no treatment for her serious injuries and a worrying care for her injured calf, Emile almost pushed herself to the point of exhaustion. In this crevice of the rocks, against the sea, the wound is even attacked by salt spray. The waves crashed on the body, like constantly pouring salt water on the wound. This beautiful-looking girl, after Zuo Lin's arrival, seemed to be about to fall at any time.

When Giarni arrived, he didn't argue much with Emile when he saw Emile's appearance. In fact, Jairney only asked. "Lion" Zuo Lin is here, he knows how to heal, do you need him to come? After receiving an affirmative answer, he left. Although most of the years of my classmates' career I can't see this girl who is favored by nature. But after all, they know each other somewhat, and they barely help Emile, which no one can do.

The current situation is afraid that pulling Emile directly back to the ship will turn into a murder, Zuo Lin sighed, and said to Clement, who has not yet changed his form: "Can you help bring something here, I can only treat Emile here." You go back to Fox Island first, and we'll go there when Emile can move. ”

Clement nodded, bowed gracefully in the seal's cylindrical form, and rolled back into the water. Zuo Lin was wearing a diving suit made of artificial shark skin, except for a dagger. There were no tools or supplies left in a small bag of miscellaneous items that he had with him.

"Emile, stop moving. Zolin pulled Emile by the tutel, resting her head on his shoulder, leaving her entire back dangling. He gently removed the blanket that had been draped over Emile and spread it on the ground. While a wet blanket isn't a good mat, it's the only option right now.

Emile was very quietly at the mercy of Zuo Lin, although she felt a little shy, but she knew that it was Zuo Lin's kindness, and now she was seriously out of strength, and she was powerless to resist.

Zuo Lin laid Emile face down on the blanket, and lifted his wet shirt along Emile's back, which should have been crystal white but now a little pale, and even a little blue because of the weather or injury. The wound on Emile's back was worse than she had claimed, and it wasn't just a matter of being scratched by the spiral slurry, plus the bruises and tissue damage from the previous impact, which seemed to be a lot of impact, from the neck to the buttocks, almost no skin was intact. I wanted to probe the wound, but I didn't know how to put my hand there so that Emile wouldn't feel pain.

The suppuration and infection of the wound, on such a scale alone, may have died long ago in an ordinary person, and Emile was only spared.

“…… Lila......"

What Zuo Lin heard was already Emile's whispering, and he was at the mercy of this posture that was very suitable for sleep, and without a sense of urgency, Emile could no longer resist the call of the god of sleep. And the high fever quickly sent her into a dream.

"Lila, I didn't save your mother......" Emile's little face was buried in her wet hair, which was tangled in a mess of grass, and she could faintly see as if a line of tears were slipping from the corners of her eyes. "I'll avenge your mother. ……”

Zuo Lin only had a jar of ointment by his side, which had already been used on the calf just now. Of course, he could have treated it in other ways, but now there is something more urgent, so that the wound does not get worse first. He planted a circle of plants on the surrounding rock wall, and the hanging branches formed a barrier that temporarily weakened the salt spray, and the sea water splashed on the tree wall would retreat rather than splash on Emile.

The force of nature can do many things, such as cleaning wounds and disinfecting them, but they are more expensive and less efficient. Zolin stopped after taking care of some of the abscesses that weren't too painful for Emile, and he needed to wait intently for Clement to send something. Exposing Emile's now-not-so-aesthetic back to the cold and damp air was not a good choice, but it was better than having a pair stick to the wound. Emile's coat was so dirty and soaked with sea water that it was not an ideal covering.

What kind of person was Emile? According to Jairni, she was a jīng spirit who was fit to live in a semi-civilized age. A lot of time spent living in nature and spending time with animals makes her thoughts simple and direct, which is not the so-called purity that people living in the city like to mention now, let alone the countryside, but a logic that seems to be between humans and animals that dominates Emile's actions. Almost all of his classmates, including Jairni, had a limited understanding of Emile, admitting that they often failed to understand Emile's logic, and even Bernard was occasionally unable to solve some of Emile's problems that had nothing to do with the Druid's skills. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Bernard indulges Emile's simplicity and encourages her to look for answers in the vast expanse of nature. …… Another troubling issue that is difficult to explain is that although Emile could speak English and French, she could not write. She was illiterate by the standards of any country, and her mother tongue was a common druid and a spell druid, the only spoken and written language she could speak.

Many peculiarities make Emile an outlier in modern society, but everyone is careful to protect her peculiarities, because it seems that this is the life that these druids want but can't achieve.

Soon, Clement returned, and although the sudden appearance of the plant had confused him for a second, he had managed to burrow from under the vine. On the tail, he tied a large package. Perhaps because there was no such a large waterproof package, this large package looked like it should have been a pannier bag that had been placed on the sled that was dragged behind him when the bilge was trekking in the snowfield, and then wrapped around it with yellow sè waterproof tape a few times, which looked extremely ugly.

Clement was embarrassed to turn back into a human form in front of Zuo Lin**, pushed the package ashore, wirled his tail and made a few splashes, turned his head and left.

A tent was set up on the shore, and when Zolin tried to move Emile into the tent, Emile woke up from a shallow sleep. Some misty eyes made her face look extremely vivid. She twitched her nose, sniffed the scent on Zuo Lin's body, and closed her eyes again. It didn't look like a person, but like a little beast.

Hanging the tent lamp in the tent, Zolin quickly took care of Emile's wounds. With the help of a large number of druid-specific herbs, the infection and suppuration were almost immediately controlled, and a layer of ointment was applied to Emile's back, and by tomorrow, all the bruises would be gone. During the whole process of treating the wound, Emile woke up and fell asleep, and fell asleep and was awakened several times, and she twisted her body repeatedly there because of the pain and discomfort, and because of the tingling sensation of the ointment and the heat that seemed to penetrate the bone marrow, as if to break free from some kind of shackle. But in the end, she bit her lower lip a little bit, grabbed the thick anti-cháo pad hard, and pressed her body with all her might, as if she wanted to move her weight to the ground, as if she wanted to push the earth in this place, as if only by constantly challenging an unattainable goal, she could resist the urge to turn over, to scratch the wound, to cry out in pain.

Zuo Lin's expression was calm and compassionate. He was not distracted by the fact that his "patient" was a young girl, nor did he reduce the amount of medication or force less when forcing out the pus because of Emile's pitiful stubborn expression and movements. He remembered himself as a healer at this moment.

Perhaps not exactly, when all the treatment was over, Zolin rubbed Emile's honey-sè, now less beautiful hair, with pity.