Duchamp's tears suddenly couldn't help but flow out.

He understood what the professor was saying.

The paper that was rejected by the Journal of Epstein Conductivity!

In order to hide his emotions, he shouted: "Even if you prove it, you have to open your eyes first!" Don't forget that your paper isn't finished yet! ”

As he spoke, he used the guide to read a large range of aqueous healings.

He was indiscriminately treated, the intensive healing techniques raining down on the professor and the wounded around him, and he was saddened by self-blame.

Ms. Helen's warning, which he ignored, did not tell Professor Ashley.

If he had told the professor, maybe the professor would have been more cautious, and the protection level of the underground space would have been adjusted higher, and maybe there would not have been this scene in front of him.

"No, what am I thinking? There are a lot of wounded people here, and they need to be treated, but I'm thinking about these useless things that only disturb my mind! ”

A torrent called 'will' flashed through his mind, sweeping away these weak emotions. Duchamp suddenly sobered up, he sensed it carefully, and felt that the professor's state was much better.

"Are there any other wounded in the area?" He lowered his head and asked the professor.

Professor Ashley laboriously spat out a few words: "Phelps, in the crash room." ”

His chest was wounded, and he had to speak with great difficulty, and when he spat out these words, his breathing became disordered.

"I see, Professor, you can rest assured. Styry, you take care of the wounded on this side first, and Fang and I will break the road over there. Mr. Remur stood up with his axe, he obviously knew where the crash room was.

Fang held up a lamp, and the two explored the past in one direction. After a while, the sound of a huge steel being broken could be heard in the distance.

Duchamp found a place, set up a guiding lamp, and carefully observed the wounded underground.

There were four wounded here, all of whom were injured by the tremendous impact, and one wounded injured a major artery in his leg, which was bandaged by Mr. Remur. With the exception of Professor Ashley, everyone else is still unconscious.

Duchamp patiently found the wound in his leg, focusing intently on the tiny wound, releasing the hastened healing.

This kind of precise spell casting method is something Duchamp is currently exploring, and the effect is much more obvious than ordinary spell casting methods.

"The breath of life is the power of supply; Accelerating healing is the ability to recover! He muttered to himself as he rolled his hand over the wound and activated accelerated healing against the wound to feel what the ability of 'healing' was.

"Sure enough, the more accurate the range of use, the better the treatment effect, but how can I accurately reach the position of the interface of the major artery, I have to learn medical skills after reading it, and at least I have to read some books on human anatomy." Duchamp pondered in his heart and moved over to the next wounded.

When he saw the wounded man's face, Duchamp couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. This is the visiting professor from the Grand Duchy of Remephilia, William Auguste Fisher.

Duchamp leaned down and listened to Professor William's heartbeat, which was a little faint, but it was still far from death. Duchamp treated him indiscriminately twice, and then moved on to the next one.

"Steiry, come here, there are wounded here!" Teacher Remur shouted in the distance.

Duchamp ran briskly.

Remle managed to break through one more area, where new survivors were found.

Seeing this situation, Duchamp couldn't help but twitch his nose fiercely.

This area is like a monitoring room, and there is a monitoring window in front of it, which is probably what they call a 'collision machine'.

Now, the glass on the window has completely shattered and fallen to the ground. The half-sturdy concrete foundation and sturdy iron gate under the surveillance station saved the lives of several survivors, and one unlucky guy, presumably facing the surveillance window at the time, was blown directly into the wall behind him by the hurricane blown by the explosion, and fell into a mess of flesh.

Duchamp looked at this place full of blood and glass shards, and he simply didn't know how to get his feet. He proposed, "Let's move the people who are still alive over there, because the air is good there." ”

Remur shook his head and said, "It's dangerous to move them now, and they must be treated on the spot first." ”

Dushand walked over silently and began to drive the healing spell. A wide range of channeling spells are alternated with individual illusion spells. He put his hand on the wounded man's body and tried to drive the spell as before, but the effect was still somewhat improved.

Remur was delighted to see that Duchamp's healing spells had a tremendous effect, and the vital signs of the seriously wounded slowly recovered.

He was instructed, "Go find a plank that can be used as a stretcher or something." ”

Fang went out with Remur's axe and soon returned, holding a metal bench with the backrest cut off.

Remur glanced at Fang appreciatively, this was really a ready-made stretcher bed.

They set up the benches and prepared to move the wounded.

Remer crouched on the ground and put his left hand on the neck and back of the head of one of the wounded men as a fixture. Duchamp and Fang hugged the torso and legs of the wounded, lifted the wounded up, carefully placed them on the bench, and moved them to the other side.

On the second trip, Remur stretched his hand down to the wounded's neck, and immediately frowned: "His cervical spine is injured!" ”

Several people looked at each other, and for a person with a cervical spine injury, it may be fatal to move a little.

Duchamp leaned over and saw that the man was Phelps. At this point, his head was tilted to the side in an abnormal position, as if it was not connected to the cervical vertebrae.

Duchamp saw the injury and couldn't dare to do it.

Remur took a closer look and ordered: "The treatment of them cannot be stopped, there should be help." ”

In addition to his cervical spine, his internal organs were also injured, and he was in a very bad condition with cuts all over his body. Duchamp reached out and touched his cervical vertebrae, estimated the vital point, aimed at that part, and used accelerated healing.

The effect was obvious, and Duchamp was pleased to find that the patient's distorted facial nerve seemed to be relieved.

The cervical spine is injured by external force, and it is difficult to treat it with ordinary means, but the small wound recovery effect of accelerated healing is just the right medicine for such a wound, and a patient who is bound to die is thus treated.

Duchamp ran around, constantly using healing on the two piles of wounded, and after a while, he suddenly realized that it was a stinging eye. In this space, Mr. Remur was taking out the guide filling capsule and filling it into his tactical guide device, and he had used the healing technique for so long, but he had not used it once.

He stopped awkwardly, took out two refilled capsules, and got busy.

After a while, Remur, who had regained his combat effectiveness, took Fang and searched several places where there might be people.

After a long time, at least Duchamp himself felt that time was passing slowly, and the rescuers cleared the smoke from the fire escape and came down with professional rescue equipment and large lighting.

The wounded below stabilized and were gradually brought to the ground.

A lot of wounded people were also found from the second floor, but they were much lighter than the seven or eight injuries found on the third floor. The wounded were lying everywhere on the lawn of the school, and Duchamp was always looking after them.

After another half hour or so, the church and the hospital came, and Duchamp finally got free, and in fact the effect of his treatment was over, and the rest had to be completely solved by replenishing the patient's nutrients and performing surgery.

After Duchamp got out, he found that Remel and Fang still hadn't come down. He went underground, and sure enough, both of them were still below, cleaning up the center of the explosion with the others. Duchamp asked curiously: "Why, are there still wounded here?" ”

Remur shook his head and said in a muffled voice: "The floor below is waterlogged, and the remains of these dead colleagues can't be soaked here for a long time, they have to be cleaned." Some people's bodies were mixed with other things and had to be cleaned up carefully. ”

Duchamp gloomily remembered the figure imprinted on the wall of the control room and the corpse that collapsed in the corner, and couldn't help but blame himself for never thinking about the dead. He silently joined the clean-up scene.