"Didn't you say that elves don't get sick?" muttered the dwarven healer who helped the wise man prepare the medicine, "It looks even more terrible than we are sick." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Not only will you not get sick, but you also think that the immortal elves will not die through rumors, right?" Seeing that Vernor's crampedness gradually subsided in the ridicule, Elrond, who was wearing gloves, simply raised his voice and teased: "It can be seen that the rumors are not credible! Over the years, we have sent many elves farewell. It is true that the immortal spirit is immortal, but the loss of spirituality in the body is death. So, from the soul the elves do not die, but from the physical point of the body the elves die. All of you are healers, and in your opinion, will the elves die or not?"

In the eyes of healers of any race, a heart that stops beating is death. As for whether the soul or consciousness will be eliminated, this is not the scope of the healer's consideration.

"Of course I will die. ”

Several dwarves in medical robes replied in unison. One of the oldest dwarven healers looked closely at Vernor's sores and said, "The elf will die immediately if it is stabbed in the heart." It seems that the physical body of the elves is more or less the same as ours, except that you may have some kind of magical function that makes the physical body more powerful?"

Elrond was able to realize that the secret of elves' self-healing lies in blood, and it was precisely when he thought about what the dwarven healer had just mentioned. In order not to expose the mystery of the elves, Elrond quickly changed into the rigorous demeanor that a healer should have, nodded slightly, and changed the medicine for Vernorr while operating. When Vernor's entire forehead was covered with fine sweat and he felt like he was about to scream in the next second, Elrond removed the hand that had been in contact with her through the glove, and gave her the words that all living beings wanted to hear the healer say.

"Alright!" Examining the sores again, Elrond stepped back a little, pulling out his gloves and encouraging him: "When I changed the dressing just now, there was less infected carrion that needed to be removed. You're doing a great job, keep it up. ”

He also turned to a few dwarven healers beside him and explained, "If I am not there and I can't help her change the dressing, you can use the medicine I prepared and follow the operation just now." ”

It seems that the principle of healing is the same in all things in the world. Remove the necrotic part and take care of the sore part?

The dwarven healers nodded their heads and began to help the wise man take off his robes, which were stained with potions and rotten juice. As soon as their hands touched the buttonholes of the wise man's robes, the curtains were forcefully pulled apart. The elven king, whom even his own king respected, stood in the gap of the curtains, causing the dwarves to bow their hands first.

"What's the matter?, the best healer is too busy to help his fellow people change their medicines?" Glancing coldly at the wise man, Thranduil raised his chin and ordered, "Give me a reasonable explanation." Otherwise, I don't allow it. ”

The first person to answer the Elven King's words was not the wise man, but Vernor, who had been adjusting his breathing.

Although she had been enduring the change of dressing, and although she felt relieved after the end, the pain never left her. Replacing the moans with heavy breathing, Vernor clutched at the sheets beneath him. But when she spoke out to relieve the wise man, she had to let go of her hand and cover her mouth.

Even if he was dressed in the costume of a woodland official, Vernor would not behave in front of the king, let alone in front of the dwarven healer? She had always had such an idea, and then she wanted to help the wise man out of the siege, but at this time, she could only cover her mouth and cough deliberately, and then raised her eyes to observe the elf king's expression in fear. Such a look fell on Thranduil's eyes, and of course he knew what it meant.

Even if you want to help him intercede, even if all the creatures think that Elrond should not be disrespected, it will not change the belief that I want to settle accounts with him!

Thranduil, who let out a cold snort, turned his back and stopped looking at Vernor, and reminded the wise man in a loud voice: "Explanation?"

It seems that even she can't save me......

The wise man, who secretly laughed at himself for deserving it, was blamed by the Elf King, and the wise man who couldn't blame others unconsciously took half a step back, and replied in an absolutely respectful tone: "It's not what you think. I was just afraid that if I couldn't come, I taught them by hand. ”

The dwarves and wise men could see that this answer made the Elven King slightly satisfied, and even the chin with it raised was slightly retracted. But it was only a little tightened, and the coldness of the whole body did not drop a bit.

"No ...... in case" The Elf King, who suddenly closed his voice, seemed to have something in mind. After looking the wise man up and down for a few seconds, he actually hooked the corners of his mouth and asked, "The best healer in Middle-earth, I suddenly have a question that I want to know the answer to." Do you think that if a healer is seriously injured, it is better to continue to heal the wounded person or to heal the wounded first?"

"Of course, we must insist on healing. Elrond replied without even thinking about it. He also said with a straight face while packing up the medical box: "The heart of a doctor is more important than the level of medical skills. Even if a qualified healer is injured and can't move, he must lift it in front of the patient to help!"

Different beings have different feelings about the words of the wise man. The dwarven healer inwardly agreed, believing that Elrond deserved the title of "the best healer in Middle-earth", while Thrandeil, the initiator of the question, only glanced meaningfully at the wise man and walked back to his chair without saying a word.

As Vernor coughed twice, the wise man understood the meaning of the Elven King's question.

He's afraid that if he hurts me, he'll hurt me and heal me later?, even if he has to inflict a raging storm, he shouldn't think of me as a creature who uses his injury to excuse his affairs. It's good that the debt owed is easy to pay off early. After paying off this debt, the guilt will be weakened a lot, and you can think about the emperor's worries with a calm mind, and you don't have to favor the king of the woodland too much because of guilt. Speaking of which, does the ship king really have a way to solve the problem of being easily despised by the emperor?

The Elven King's urging disrupted the wise man's train of thought. The king who was sitting upright raised his hand and said two words softly: "When you're done, step down." ”

"I'll go first. Recuperate well and don't bother. After politely saying goodbye to Vernor, and reminding them not to worry about themselves, the wise man led the dwarves away.

"Don't embarrass my healer. As soon as the doors of the temple were shut, Vernorr hurried to speak to Thrandil. Seeing that the Elven King was not moved at all, and focused on the wine glass in her hand as if she had not heard of it, she had no choice but to declare again and again: "Elrond has helped me many times and has been kind to me. In this situation, the healer who troubles me is the one who troubles me. ”

Didn't he say that if you are injured, it will not affect your healing?

Knowing that speaking out would inevitably lead to a quarrel, Thranduil didn't say anything and spit it out. He walked to the side of the bed, patted the bed gently, and said softly, "The doctor said to let you rest well." If you want to protect your healer, it's not too late until you're completely free of your pain. ”