"With such a serious injury, ordinary people are afraid that they will die a hundred times..."

Wren looked solemnly and looked at the wound in the middle of the blonde woman's chest in front of him, where there was a mark that looked like a wolf's claw.

The wound was deep, and the blood was coming from the scratch.

And, what's even weirder...

There were still tiny beads of blood oozing from the pores near her wounds. This is not a traumatic injury, but a "constant bleeding state" caused by some supernatural force.

It was also because of that strange power that prevented the healing of the wound and ate her life little by little.

Wren lightly touched the skin near the wound, and then pinched it along his limbs, and the strange touch made him quickly judge the approximate injury: "Three broken ribs, comminuted fractures of the left arm, multiple damage to internal organs, must be operated on as soon as possible..."

He has read a lot of medical books these days, and he can roughly distinguish some basic conditions and treatment procedures for injuries.

But theory is theory, if you really want to get started, Wren is also a little stunned.

Surgery, the woman may be cut to death by herself; But without surgery, this woman is also dead.

Both horizontal and vertical can be dead, try and have a chance to live.

"That's it... A dead horse is a live horse doctor. ”

Thinking of this, Wren looked at the woman in front of him and did not hesitate any longer.

......

In addition to dissecting a cadaver, this was the first time Wren had used a knife on a living person.

He took out the set of sophisticated surgical instruments, and in this wilderness, began the first surgical operation in his life.

Debridement, disinfection, suturing, fixation of amputated limbs, injection of healing agents...

He was engrossed in the whole process, suturing the internal organs, suturing the blood vessels, suturing the nerves, and finally suturing the epidermis...

He recalls the records in the medical texts and performs the operation.

He skillfully fell into the usual state of focused practice, as if there was only a corpse in front of him, not a naked beauty who was so beautiful that the country was captivating.

......

Time passed as if unnoticed.

After about an hour and a half, the wound was sutured.

The surgery was perfect, at least for Wren, an apprentice surgeon.

As for the erosion of the mysterious transcendent power in the woman's body, he was powerless at the current level.

"You're in luck... This is a high-grade healing potion worth tens of thousands. ”

Putting down the stitches, Wren looked at the woman in front of him who probably didn't live to dawn, and then took out a medicine with some pain.

After nagging, he injected her.

These were the few high-grade healing potions left by Baron Morin, and they were also the family funds that Wren had planned to keep to save his life.

Now it's injected into a woman I don't know.

......

"I've done everything I should have done, whether I can live or not, it's up to you to die..."

After doing all this, Wren breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he felt that he still couldn't do the cold-blooded numbness of seeing death and not saving him.

Even if the potion is wasted, be careful.

Bandaging the wound with gauze, he took out the cashmere sleeping bag and wrapped the blonde woman to cover the graceful and beautiful carcass so that she would not lose her body temperature too quickly and die.

......

Idle, Wren glanced at the unconscious woman in front of him with a complicated expression, and his thoughts began to fly.

Her skin is like the tenderness of a young girl in the flower season, but there is a kind of intellectual beauty of a mature woman between her eyebrows, which makes people can't guess her age. But the proud towering of the snowy peaks is not the kind of charm that a girl can have.

This woman... Who is it?

Why was she left alone and seriously injured in the wilderness?

After the operation, Wren felt his brain light up again.

I was too focused to think about it just now, but now that I look back on it, I realized some abnormalities I found when I was debrided just now.

It's scary to think about!

"Huh... That's not right! There were remnants of demonic beast flesh and blood between her fingernails, and they were still fresh. Didn't she slaughter a few wilderness beasts with her bare hands when she came on the way? ”

Thinking of this, Wren gasped, and his expression became more and more cloudy, "Hiss~ This woman seems to be a little ridiculously strong, could it be a high-level extraordinary boss?" ”

The monsters in this wasteland are not easy to mess with, and the three weakest dogs and rabbits who came before almost let themselves run away.

The woman was unarmed...

So how did she get to the depths of the wasteland?

The only explanation is that even if she is seriously injured, this woman is strong!

Thinking of this, Wren immediately became uneasy.

If she is saved, will this woman wake up and kill people?

After all, she's slick now, and what she should or shouldn't see has been seen by herself...

"Why don't you go and put her clothes on now?"

Wren glanced at the tightly wrapped sleeping bag and shook his head.

Doing so will not only pull the wound that has just been stitched up, but also look like it will be covered.

What's more, not to mention that the linen clothes that have been cut out can't be worn back, even those bandaged gauze needles and threads are difficult to dismantle?

......

After the injection, the blonde woman's breathing was still weak, but her vital signs gradually stabilized.

Wren stared at this beautiful face, and the image of the glance she had looked at when she was still awake came to her mind.

The clear light in his eyes was different from everyone he had seen before in the Monster Thieves group.

He remembered that in his previous life, a person Xu who wrote love poems must be mentioned once said: Eyes are the windows that point directly to the soul, and women who can make people fall in love at first sight usually have a pair of eyes full of aura. Only kind people will have the purest eyes...

(Xu Zhimo: I didn't say it, don't say anything on my head!) ）

The more he thought about it, the more tangled he became, and Wren felt two voices arguing in his head.

"It's hard to save her, you can't kill her again, right? Besides, there shouldn't be such an ungrateful person... Right? ”

"Kill when you need to, and destroy flowers with hot hands. Killing my sister is the king's way, don't make mistakes..."

"But... There is no injustice and no hatred, and this can't be done? What's more, if people are going to die, won't all the potions be wasted, what if it's a golden thigh..."

"Phew, you're just greedy for other people's bodies, cheap!"

“...”

This noise, in a daze, is a night.

But Wren prefers to trust intuition,

I didn't save the wrong person!

......

The campfire next to the camp was almost burned out, and Wren was awakened by the early morning "squeak" of birds.

When he opened his eyes, the fog had faded a little, and the sunlight had gradually dispelled the night through the mist, and the light had returned to the earth.

The corpses of the three dogs and rabbits were completely cold, and the early morning wind poured into his collar, instantly sobering him up.

Wren turned his head to look, and not far away, the woman wrapped in her sleeping bag like a cocoon was sleeping soundly.

What happened last night was not a dream.

He walked over and touched her forehead, a little low-grade fever.

"I've finally come back to life, and I didn't waste my potion..."

Although Wren's expression was a little solemn, he was also relieved.

Although her breath was faint, the woman's face finally had a little blood.

He thought about it for a moment and opened the sleeping bag to check the healing of the wound on her chest.

The physical fitness of the transcendent is ridiculously strong, and the more high-level transcendents you unlock, the stronger your self-healing ability. Coupled with the fact that the surgical sutures are perfect, this also accelerates the healing of the wound. Of course, the credit of the "high-grade healing potion" is indispensable.

In short, this woman survived and recovered well.

......

After the examination, Wren took out another antipyretic and planned to inject a syringe into a vein in her arm.

But this needle went down, and an accident happened.

Perhaps awakened by the pain of a pinprick, the blonde woman in front of her with her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes. The instinctive sense of crisis made her grab Wren's wrist for the injection, like an iron tong, clicking and hurting.

Then, again, the four eyes met.

Looking at her cold gaze, Wren felt that he was afraid that he was going to be gone...