"Something seems to be going on over there."

Noticing the movement in the corner of the hall, Camusa raised her head with interest and looked away, and spoke in a voice with a faint seductive tone, as if asking the other three companions beside her: Aren't you going to go and have a look?

Arya glanced at the Dark Elf Girl with a blank expression.

I don't know if it's because of the racial and cultural divide or the rejection of the individual's psyche, and Arya herself doesn't know why she always has a distrust of Camussa - it may be intuitive or prejudiced, but it is.

Fein stood at the door of the guild and watched for a few seconds where the commotion had come from, and after a while, he made a decision to explain to Lilith and let her stay with Arya and wait for him for a while, then turned his head and explained to the other two companions beside him, "I'll go over and take a look." ”

Then, with the player's characteristic style of doing things called "nosy", it didn't take long for him to sneak into the crowd and move towards that corner of the hall.

On one of the walls of the hall on the first floor of the association, a girl who looked a few years younger than Finn, wearing a chain mail with a streak of blood, sat on the wooden floor of the association hall with an uncomfortable face.

The girl had a young baby face, chestnut reddish mid-length hair to the shoulders, and a slender braid hanging from one side of her cheek, and was about a hundred and seventy centimeters tall as Arya, and was now pursing her lips and covering her abdomen with her hands, and sitting down on the floor with her back against the wall behind her.

In the eyes of the onlookers, a young man who was also a young man, but with a relatively mature face, a young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old squatted helplessly in front of the baby-faced girl.

The young man had brown curls of hair, common on the west coast of the St. Flen Sea, with a little light-colored scum on the side of his chin that had clearly been cleaned, and at his feet lay a toolbox containing various knives, pliers, needlework, and potion bottles.

The three fingers of his right hand were now twisted with a small blade like a toothpick, and a pair of round-framed monocles were resting on the bridge of his nose, and the dark blue pupils under the lenses projected extremely focused and serious eyes, but the left hand that was stretched out to the girl three seconds ago was slapped back by the latter with a look of disgust, and by the way, he was yelled at: "Get out of the way, put your knife away!" How can you treat a wounded person with a weapon? ”

"The toxin has seeped into your muscles, and I have to make another small cut in your wound to fill it in." The brown-haired youth tilted his head and sighed, "What do I have to say to convince you that I'm not harming you?" ”

"I can't believe you until you put the knife down." The girl with the wounded abdomen stared at the brown-haired young man with distrust on her face and swallowed her throat, and her free right hand touched the scabbard next to the belt with a chaste expression of "If you dare to do anything to me again, I will cut you".

In the middle of the night, there was another movement in the crowd of onlookers, and the wall of people blocking the inside and outside quickly turned back in one direction to notice something, and then slowly made way for another young man who seemed to be planning to intervene in a gap of limited width.

Finn leaned sideways, following the path made for him by the crowd through the human wall and into the space inside the wall, and the baby-faced girl and the brown-haired young man immediately raised their heads to look at him, and then turned their eyes back to look at each other, as if to ask each other: Do you know him?

And then at the same time he replied to the other party: No, I thought he was an acquaintance of yours.

"Ahem...... Hello, two friends. Finn lowered his head to look at the two men on the wall, then cleared his throat to indicate his intentions, "If I could, I would like to act as a mediator between the two." Excuse me, what's going on here? ”

The wounded girl and the young man with a small blade in his hand froze at the same time.

After a second of silence -

"He wanted to stab me in the wound." The girl was the first to attack, raising her hand and pointing at the nose of the brown-haired young man to accuse the other party.

"Can the doctor's business be called a stab?" The brown-haired young man's face immediately showed a look of displeasure, followed by some words that made the girl even more difficult to understand, such as "surgery", "inflammation", "treatment", etc., which caused the girl to look even more ugly at him, and the onlookers immediately began to talk about it.

The youth's words deepened the baby-faced girl's wariness of him, but they immediately caught Finn's attention.

Ferdia is a Western fantasy world that exists in the background of swords and magic, and the powerful healing power of magic can solve most of the injuries and illnesses that people encounter in life, and the medical theories on this continent have developed very slowly, and generally speaking, they are still in the obscurantist stage of bloodletting.

The prevailing thinking on the shores of St. Flen Sea is that a self-proclaimed doctor is even more unreliable than a third-rate priest at the bottom of the church, and the natives of this era sometimes prefer to trust alchemists rather than self-proclaimed doctors to diagnose them, because those with knives in one hand and medicine in the other seem to them to be no different from the Ripper of the Foggy Night in horror stories. Injuries that can be cured by magic magic, who wants to have people scratch them with a small blade a little more, or risk their lives potentially to taste those strangely colored medicines?

The girl with a wound in the abdomen is obviously one of the most influenced by mainstream thought, but Finn, unlike most of the natives of this world, knows that the truly developed medicine is not a crooked way, but a technological treasure that is incomparably precious to the entire human civilization.

Fein glanced at the brown-haired young doctor a few more times with a somewhat complicated gaze, hesitated a little in his heart, and then squatted down and asked, "Can you tell me your name?" Maybe I can understand your thoughts. ”

The young brown-haired doctor turned his head to look at him for a few seconds, somewhat surprised.

The displeasure on his face dissipated slightly with a sense of surprise at the acceptance, but as the gaze in his eyes dropped a little, he soon noticed that Finn's left wrist was wrapped around a paladin badge that had been nailed to a thin chain, and he immediately turned his face sideways and didn't want to speak.

Finn blinked in surprise, not figuring out why the other party suddenly turned his face.

However, he soon learned from the chatter in the crowd around him that the young doctor's name was Sheehan, who used to be a low-ranking pastor of the church, and after experiencing something, he gave up his role as a pastor and took another path to treat the wounded, but the journey he had replanned for himself did not seem to be smooth, and it seemed that he had hit a lot of obstacles in various encounters.

The young paladin knew a little bit about the young doctor.

After writing down the doctor's name in his mind, he turned his gaze away from Sheehan's other person in the commotion, and soon discovered something else that made him laugh and cry.

"You don't know how to heal?" He lowered his gaze and noticed another emblem bracelet wrapped around the girl's wrist, thinking that he had been in this world for so long and had finally met a colleague who was out of the woods.

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