In the farm's cafeteria, another battle was raging.

The farm's infirmary was insufficient, and the long tables used for meals in the canteen were turned into hospital beds, and from time to time seriously wounded people were brought here.

There were no minor wounded here at all, because as long as they could move, they would not leave the battlefield.

Goblins who can't do magic point out the potion route in terms of healing.

The doctor, with the help of the goblin woman, cleaned the wound of the wounded man, first stopped the bleeding with a potion, then stitched the wound with a needle and thread, and finally applied a lump of herbal paste to prevent suppuration and infection, and then bandaged it with a burlap taken out of a pot of boiling water.

That's when the goblin aesthetic comes into play. Because there was no anesthetic, the goblin women with thick hands and feet could hold them down when the goblin brothers who were being treated were throbbing in pain.

However, some goblins have very serious injuries that are not easy to treat.

An unconscious goblin was lying on the table, unscarred except for a bruise on his belly, but his pulse was getting weaker.

When the goblins were helpless, Hulu suddenly thought of a possibility, she picked up a scalpel and stabbed the goblin in the stomach, and when the scalpel was pulled out, a large amount of blood gushed out from the knife.

"It's a massive hemorrhage from the internal organs!" another doctor shouted, "surgery and blood transfusions are necessary!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head helplessly, several of their doctors are okay with treating external injuries, but similar to open repair hemostasis surgery and interventional embolization hemostasis surgery, they do not have the ability and equipment to perform this kind of open surgery.

And there are no such hygienic conditions on the farm, and the hygienic conditions of the canteen, which is often cleaned, are considered to be the best on the farm. Sometimes a tooth extraction can cause infection when the environment is unhygienic, let alone disemboweling. Really when the doctors are the protagonists of the traversers in the cool text, do you use the protagonist's aura as a super antibiotic?

Just as they were about to have to give up, a man ran over.

"Let me come!"

They saw a masked human boy about their height squeeze in.

The boy put his hand on the belly of the goblin on the table, and his hand lit up with a white light.

"Healing?!" Hulu called out in surprise.

Charles nodded and said, "The bleeding from the internal organs should stop." ”

The gourd immediately reached out and touched the wounded's carotid artery, and although his pulse was still weak, it didn't seem to be weak anymore.

At this time, Charles began to thank the Yamada Boguang and the blue slime, and after the blue slime that was devouring Yamada Boguang's ability was stabbed to death by him and Diana together, Charles and Diana also got some healing skills from Yamada Boguang in addition to the devouring skills.

After stopping the bleeding of the goblin's internal organs at a minimum, Charles became a firefighter, and wherever there were seriously injured and seriously injured, he was there.

As he sat down to rest when his mana ran out, someone handed him a potion.

The caravan guard who was here to help said to him, "I can only use magic for combat, you can heal, you can drink it." ”

Charles took the blue glass bottle, the mouth of which was plugged with a cork fastened with string, and a layer of wax seal on the outside, and a label was attached to the outside of the bottle, which printed the name of the drug, specifications, production batch number, production date, expiration date, storage precautions, approval number and manufacturer, Abyss Pharmaceutical No. 6 Factory.

It's like drinking Red Bull and staying up late and working overtime!, Charles thought.

The string that holds the cork in place is tied to a slipknot that is wax sealed to the wall of the bottle and loosened as soon as it is pulled down.

Charles took a sip, and then the whole person immediately shivered as if he had drunk a big mouthful of wind oil essence.

"If you drink too much, you get used to it. The demon mage comforted Charles, "It's going to be a little unaccustomed at first." ”

Charles didn't think he could drink the oil in the air.

He sat for a while, and when his magic was restored, he threw himself back into the work of rescuing the wounded.

After Charles stopped the bleeding of a goblin who had been bitten on the shoulder, the wounded who needed his treatment had been treated.

He walked out of the cafeteria, found a chair and sat down next to the cooking point in the distance, then took out the dagger that could unleash hurricane magic, set it up with stones on the ground, and turned on the lowest gear to use it as an electric fan.

Although it is already the middle of September, the autumn tiger still has some power.

After the hectic work just now, his shirt was already soaked with sweat.

A middle-aged goblin uncle with a bandage on his head walked up to him, still holding a cup in his hand.

"Thank you, young man. He handed Charles a glass of cold apple juice, "Quench your thirst with a glass of juice, I asked the mage brother to help you freeze it." ”

"Thank you. Charles took the juice.

"It's me who should say thank you. Uncle Goblin said, "If it weren't for you, we'd be sad on the farm this time." ”

"We don't have anything to repay you, so go back with a few baskets of apples before you leave. Where do you live, we will send you apples every year in the future. There is also the matter of reporting advanced deeds, and our farm will do a good job. ”

Charles shook his head and said, "You're welcome. I followed the caravan from north to south, and I had no fixed place to live. And my home is too far away, so it's hard to send it over. ”

As for the advanced deeds, they will be exempted, and if they don't do it well, they will be caught with the handle of the "Litong Demon Clan".

Uncle Goblin could only say, "Then take more apples when you leave, and remember to come to us later, and then we will go to the forest to catch game for you to eat." ”

After a few polite words with Charles, Uncle Goblin went on to get busy. Charles learned from the other goblin names that this uncle was the director of the farm.

Charles sat there blowing in the wind, drinking a large glass of apple juice in his hand, which was almost two pounds in his hand, and listened to the goblins chatting nearby who were preparing dinner.

This kind of invasion by Warcraft is a common thing on the farm, and it happens several times during the harvest season almost every year, and it has been encountered occasionally in the past, but this time it is particularly serious.

An elderly goblin sighed as he washed his apples, "If only there were more boys." ”

The goblin next to him, who was cutting the washed apple into pieces, shook his head, "No way, the front line is tense." ”

After a sigh, their conversation changed to whose child was hurt today, and whose child almost didn't come back.

Before dinner, the wounded in the cafeteria were moved to the farm's primary school, where several classrooms had been cleaned and disinfected. Then the cooks in the cafeteria carried buckets and mops to clean up the blood stains on the floor and tabletop.

When sunset appeared in the sky, the students who had gone out to take refuge on the farm next door returned to the farm, now lining up with cutlery to receive today's dinner.

The director had already greeted the staff in the cafeteria, and a cook came over with a large bowl of apple stewed Rama giant ape meat and steamed buns to Charles.

It wasn't until after dinner that Nicholas II came to see Charles.