Those who can arrive at the camp on time are considered the elite of the trialists. After the guide left, several ambitious and thoughtful people came forward and tried to keep the crowd behind, persuade them, and form an elite team.

However, the white ronin was sleepy, his vigilance was higher than that of normal people, and the calf bite needed urgent treatment, so he did not stay and went directly to the fourth floor of the building to seek treatment.

As soon as he left, the rest of the people scattered one after another. They all rushed into the building to seek help and treatment.

……

The layout of the fourth floor is somewhat like a private clinic, with bright lights and a quiet environment, because it is night, there are not many people. The smell of disinfectant water fills the air.

After consulting the girl on duty at the front desk, Bai Lang took out the 'identity card' to complete the certification and registration, and was arranged to the No. 04 treatment room.

The room is small and is divided into an office for consultation and an attached operating ward. Bai Lang looked at it from a standing angle, and there was a hospital bed and treatment equipment in the ward.

On a chair in the consultation room sat an old white man with in the corners of his eyes, his hair messy like weeds, and he was dozing off with his head down.

Bang bang!

Bai Lang knocked lightly on the door, alarming the other party. Then, the old man put on the old eyes hanging around his neck, straightened his neck and looked left and right, staring at him for a long time, until his eyes regained focus, and then he suddenly realized: "Is it a patient?" What is the case inside? ”

During the inquiry, the old man kept looking at him, and then asked, "Are you new here?" I've heard that a new group of people will arrive tonight, and it looks like you're all about it. Do you have the money to see a doctor? If you don't have money, please go out automatically and don't disturb the rest of the elderly. ”

Bai Lang immediately handed a bill opened at the front desk to the other party, and the old man didn't worry about it after reading it: "That's no problem, it's my duty to tell me your problem, and it's my duty to save lives." ”

Bai Lang ripped off his T-shirt, revealing the scratch on his shoulder, and then lifted the corner of his pants again, revealing the wound that was wrapped in bandages but was still slowly bleeding: "On my way to the camp, I was attacked by a flying monster; Later, he was bitten on the calf by a half-decomposed living canine......"

"I'll see."

The old man took out a pair of scissors and cut the bandage open. Then he opened a bottle of alcohol, took a small sip first, then refreshed himself, took another big sip, turned into a watering can and sprayed it on Bai Lang's legs, washed it, and wiped away the blood and stains. Then, he picked up the tweezers again, probed into the wound roughly, stirred and observed repeatedly, and the pain was so painful that Bai Lang rolled his eyes wildly, and couldn't help but shout: "Pain, pain, pain, pain!" Hurt!! ”

"Hmm...... The wound on the shoulder is not serious, but the claws of those scavenging birds are dirty, scratching and meat, carrying a lot of bacteria, I guess it is infected! But compared to this small problem, your leg injury is more serious, and you have been poisoned by corpses, and the toxins of rotting corpses and the power of hell are spreading through your body. If left untreated, after about a week, you will be transformed into a freshly baked living corpse. There is a small chance that you will demonize and mutate and become a miscellaneous soldier in the evil faction. ”

"A week?" Bai Lang was a little surprised, compared to zombies, these living corpses are so weak.

"What, isn't it slow? You can also eat a large number of monster corpses to speed up the process of degeneration and demonization, and at the same time, you can also improve the physical fitness of the living corpse to a certain extent. The old man explained slowly.

The more Bai Lang listened, the more wrong he became, and he coughed lightly: "That...... I'm here to heal. ”

The old man glanced at him coldly: "Two treatment options, cheap injections and medicines, disinfection with holy water, and stitching up wounds, 3 silver coins are enough, but the recovery period is relatively long, and it can be cured in about a week." If you're willing to spend an extra 10 silver, I can use the 'healing potion' to speed up the healing of the wound, go back and get some sleep. You choose......"

"Uh...... Injections and medicine sutures?! Bai Lang looked at the various modern treatment instruments in the ward, and always felt that it was weird, and this style of painting was a bit inconsistent.

"Any questions?" The old man scraped off the corner of his eye and bounced on the wall behind him, becoming more and more energetic, showing an extraordinary look, like a hidden NPC.

Brother Lang couldn't suppress his curiosity anymore and asked, "It's not magic at all, isn't there a healing spell?" ”

"Of course there is, but it's more expensive, and I can't do it. If you're willing to spend money, aren't 'healing potions' just magic items? Even if it's a cheap treatment, it's a holy water, it's magical. The old man looked at him strangely, as if he had never seen such a mentally retarded patient.

Bai Lang didn't care, and asked cheekily, "Aren't you a 'medical department member'?" Isn't there a mastery of the power of spells? ”

"I only have a few small tricks, and I don't count as a lawyer. After being eliminated from the 'Necromancer Certification Qualification' that year, he switched to the medical industry. The quality of today's newcomers is getting worse and worse, and there is no common sense at all? Hurry up and decide which treatment to choose? ”

The old man urged impatiently.

Bai Lang hurriedly replied: "Expensive!" ”

"It's pretty much the same, lie down and don't move, I'll go get it ready for you."

The old man pointed to the simple 'hospital bed + operating table', and then took care of himself and got busy.

He quickly took out a set of surgical equipment, put on rubber gloves, and skillfully cleaned the wound, sterilized and disinfected, and this time he didn't spray it with his mouth. After cutting off the necrotic tissue, he roughly poured a bottle of 'holy water' mixed with highly concentrated alcohol on the wound, the sour and hot taste, and the painful Bai Lang screamed loudly.

Although he couldn't see the wound while lying down, he felt as if he had been splashed with thick acid, and the wound made a 'sizzle' sound.

"Don't make a fuss, bear with me! This little injury, look at you like a. Holy water can remove evil powers, don't you think it's very enjoyable? Listen to this wonderful sound! ”

After a series of operations, the old doctor began to suture the wound on the leg, still in a rough but fast style. Finally, he took out a viscous, cloudy, crimson drug like a half-clotted blood from the drawer, inserted the needle, and extracted half of the tube.

The old man inserted the needle into the stitched wound and began to push the injection. Bai Lang immediately felt the inside of the wound, a cool and itchy feeling, very comfortable, as if the flesh and blood were squirming and healing, a hundred times stronger than the 'sulfuric acid holy water'.

"What is this?"

"Healing potions! Contains a rich life energy, extracted and purified from the hearts of those sunken demons. Whether taken internally or externally, it can speed up the healing of injuries. The old man bowed his head to deal with the wound and explained absentmindedly.

"Why not just use it? Wouldn't it be more than enough to stitch up the wound? ”

"Of course, it's to save costs. If you drink this little injury, you can only recover with a bottle. But I only used 1/10th of the dose and it was done. The same is for wounds, which can be used after treatment, which is not only economical, but also more effective. On the contrary, it is a serious traumatic injury, which can be healed quickly if taken directly without treatment, but in the process of regeneration, the flesh and blood nerves will be misconnected to form necrosis, resulting in severe dark injuries. ”

As he spoke, the old man dealt with Bai Lang's other injuries, and even the bite marks on his palms did not let go: "Thank you for your patronage, a total of 20 silver coins, pay by card, you're welcome." Don't take a shower, just go back and get some sleep. ”

Feeling the crispy numbness of his whole body, Bai Lang felt much more relieved, and he was also full of good feelings for this irascible old man who saved lives and helped the wounded. He didn't have any plans for the future, but suddenly felt that 'doctor' was a very good career.

So he blurted out, "Can I learn medicine from you?" ”

"I wouldn't mind teaching you a few tricks if you're interested, but it's paid, and it's not a 'supernatural ability'. Of course, if you're interested in 'necromancers', I've got the basics here. Medicine is the foundation of necromancy, and a good doctor may not be a mage, but a necromancer must be a good doctor! I'm afraid I'm the only one in the whole camp. After you go back, promote the recommendation to your peers, do well, and give you a discount for future medical treatment. ”

…

Bai Lang, who was out of the ward by the old man after paying, still feels weird, shouldn't learning such a thing as magic inheritance be tested and cherished?

Why do you only have to pay and ask yourself to promote it to others?