I don't know if Bard is a qualified surgeon or not, but at least he can be called a qualified battlefield first responder, and there is no problem with medical ethics.

From the beginning of the treatment of the wound, he became focused, shaved the dead and rotten flesh from the wound with a sterilized knife that he carried with him, cleaned it with water, and then bandaged it with medicine.

Of course, this is only for some small wounds that do not need to be stitched, and Bard is very careful and serious.

But for the two big wounds at the base of the thigh and under the armpit, Bard's style became rough, and after the wound was cleaned, a fire was raised, and the skin and flesh of the directly burned wound were scorched, and my eyebrows jumped when I saw it, it was really rude, if it wasn't for a few people pressing Tyran Foding, that kid would have to "cheat the corpse".

The moment my flesh was sizzling as it was burned, I was glad that I was a walking corpse, not a fragile living person.

In less than half an hour, all the wounds on Tyran Foding's body had been bandaged, and when I looked at him again, he only had a pale face except for the mummy-like body that was tied.

The white face is not only because of excessive blood loss, I think most of it is painful, you think about it, there is no anesthetic measures, it is so real, this is also thanks to Tyran Foding is in a coma, and he has to die of pain on a normal person who is conscious.

"Even if this kid has a big life, he has a strong body that is different from ordinary people, and he is a paladin, with holy light in his body, plus my superb medical skills, so. He was rescued. Bud clapped his hands and said.

The implication is that if Tyran Fordin is not physically strong enough, or if he is not a paladin, then he is dead? It's really a dog. Bard looked at a serious person and did something unserious.

"Thank you so much!" I said with a dark face.

"It's a trivial matter, but it's not enough to worry about it." Bard said politely, "The operation has been delayed too much, and then we must hurry and try to get to the hiding place before dawn, otherwise there will be too many variables." ”

According to Bard, one night from the starting point to the Otlan Valley is not enough. In between, we need to hide in a small col for a day, and that small valley is our temporary hiding place.

Back on the road, it was still a few thieves in Wales who were exploring the way. Me, Bard, Carroll, and Godor were in the middle, and Winster was the last to beware of being blown by the enemy, but now there was one more. And he's a living person. Further, a living person with serious injuries.

Therefore, for the sake of Lafayette's descendants, Godor became a camel driver again, not only to camels, but also to be comfortable with camels, so that the little Buddha I finally rescued died on the road in an unknown way.

Godor complained a lot about it, but when I quietly stuffed him with a few dead pinballs. This thing is honest, like an old horse. There was no movement at all when he walked, and he was very steady.

This made Bard and the others look sideways, and their minds were full of how I subdued this kind of mushy hatred.

Just as the sky was just showing a hint of white, we finally reached the first and only hiding spot.

This is a small col trapped in the mountains, the entrance of the col is only three meters wide, but there is another thing inside, although it is not big, but it is tortuous and deep, there is a cave at the end, the cave is not big, four meters wide, three meters high, five meters deep, except for the big man of Godor, it can completely shelter the rest of the people from the wind and rain.

"Goddor, be careful, yes, slowly square him to the ground...... Winster, and you, come over here and take him in and carry him in......"

When I was safe for the time being, I commanded Winster and the others to carry Tyran Fordin to a dry place with excellent ventilation and lighting, and then waved my hand to tell them to get out of here, saving me from worry.

In fact, even if they didn't look at Tyran Fordin with that hatred and contempt, my heart was upset.

It's been a whole night, and Tyran Foding is still unconscious, if it weren't for this kid's steady breath and powerful heartbeat, I really doubt that he would have woken up and whined and wailed.

The sky gradually brightened, and the fiery red sun jumped out of the mountain stream and burst out of the clouds, selflessly shining light and heat on the earth.

It was only through the sunlight that I was able to get a good look at Galeries Lafayette's baby bumps.

Tyran Foding has short brown hair, eyebrows like knives and swords, long eye slits, I think the eyes are not too small, the bridge of the nose is high, the mouth is not big or small, on the whole, listen to a handsome guy, of course, if you don't count his face, wipe his beard.

It is true that every paladin is a good warrior, and I don't know if Tyran Foding's fighting skills are good or bad, but just looking at his thick tendons, even when he is wrapped in bandages, I can feel the great power from his bulging muscles.

It's really worthy of being the son of Lafayette, he looks good, he looks handsome, his muscles are also developed, and he is more than one meter and eight meters tall, if you add that this kid is the owner of the Hearthside Valley, paralyzed, a national idol.

Look at me again, about 1.75 meters tall, with a rotten and foul-smelling body, and a back that can't stand straight......

Hey, it's not like it, it's more than tears.

Crossing dressed like this, I was also drunk.

"Ahem......"

Just as I was feeling sorry for myself, I was awakened by a weak cough.

At first glance, Tyran Fordin had woken up, and it was a real awakening, not the kind of gibberish that he was in a coma, or fell into a coma after a brief lucidity.

"Water...... I'm going to drink water. ”

Oh, this boy knew that he wanted to drink water, and it seemed that he would not be able to die, so I handed the water bag that had been prepared to his mouth, and said, "Drink, this is the spring water of the mountain, clean and unpolluted, without a trace of plague and disease, which is the gospel of your sick who has just recovered from a serious illness." ”

"Ahem, Nima's slow down, choke...... Choke me, do you want to ......" Tyran Fording cursed as he spat water, but when he saw me, his mouth suddenly closed, and he stared at me with his eyes as if my face had bloomed.

"Don't look at it, I'll be embarrassed to look at it again, hurry up and drink water, and give yourself a holy light technique after drinking, you see how weak you have become." I tilted the water bag at a very small angle this time, and trickled down the slit in Tyran Foding's mouth and into his mouth, and down his cheeks and into his neck, and from his neck into the ground.

"Open your mouth!" I snapped.

Tyran Fordin opened his mouth sluggishly and drank with a clatter. (To be continued.) )

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