After thinking about it for a long time, Su Hao finally said this.

Reilly and Vimore turned their heads at the same time, their eyes full of astonishment and ecstasy.

"You're a doctor?"

"Really?"

Su Hao nodded slightly but affirmatively. He took his backpack and took out a set of field surgical equipment, along with various auxiliary equipment, and laid them out in order next to the fire. Although it has not yet been explained, Reilly and Vimore also know what to do when they see this stance. They moved He Dong, who was less injured, out of the way, and cleared a spacious enough space on the side of the fire. By the time they had done this, Su Hao had already used the dagger to pick open Kenson's clothes, revealing his pitted and bloodied chest.

Kenson woke up at this time, his eyes wide open, just in time to meet Su Hao's dark black pupils.

"I can keep you alive."

Su Hao's gaze was deep, and it was full of true meaning that no one could see. His words sounded complicated, and only he knew what they meant: "The premise is that you have to listen to me." ”

Kenson only felt a terrible pain in his chest and difficulty breathing. He nodded blankly, trying to open his mouth to speak, but the strong anesthetic effect of the painkiller made him weak and unable to make a sound.

Reilly and Vimore watched as Su Hao took out a vacuum hose from his pouch, pulled off the seal, and stuffed it into Kenson's mouth, who fell into a coma again, and squeezed out the last drop of solution.

This is the energy potion that Su Hao concocted in Red Rock City.

Although the purity of the putrid hormone stolen from Herman is insufficient, it is still an indispensable and valuable ingredient for the preparation of potions. Su Hao has tried, this kind of Cheng dù's energy elixir can effectively relieve the pain, and can greatly delay the survival time of the seriously injured. Of course, its effects cannot be compared with those of its counterparts on Earth. The key is still the amount of putrid hormones and the purity.

If the energy potion made from this most basic putrid hormone is used as a yardstick, then the energy potion configured with the "average" quality putrid hormone will have a healing effect of about three times or more. In short, the energy potion that Su Hao and Kenson took could only maintain his physiological functions for about two hours at most, but it was not enough to put him out of danger. As Vermore had said before: for Kenson to survive, surgery would have to be performed.

If it's an "average" quality energy potion, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. Kenson only needs to get a good night's sleep, and his injuries will be basically under control by noon tomorrow at the latest. Of course, the recovery time is longer, at least a week in bed.

This is the difference between ensuring "immortality" and "near-death." When he was in Redstone City, Su Hao had some knowledge of the relevant information of the third stage world. There were also similar energy potions here, but the effect was far less than the one he had given to Kenson just now. They were expensive and were rarely used except by high-ranking officers and nobles.

Both Reilly and Vimore saw it. They all glanced at each other, and from each other's eyes, they saw extremely strong shock.

After nearly half a minute, when Su Hao finished sterilizing the scalpel, Vimore opened his mouth and asked in an extremely dry voice, tremblingly: "The one just now, yes, is it a repair potion?" ”

Su Hao glanced at him and nodded calmly.

Vimore stopped talking. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva deeply, suppressed the strong excitement in his heart, grabbed the assault rifle placed next to him, stood up, and quickly walked out of the cabin.

Repair Elixir, this is the name of the energy potion in the third stage of the world.

All mercenaries and hunters know that there is such a thing as a "repair potion" in the world. However, more than 99 percent of the people have never seen it. It is the equivalent of a legend, or should only exist in the ethereal legend. Most of the mercenaries and hunters were uneducated and ignorant of biological sciences and modern medical theories. But they understand the preciousness of life, and they are more concerned than anyone else about medicines that can save their lives at critical times.

Healing potions are expensive. They can only be seen in auction houses in the inner realm of the empire. Repair potions are also graded, from the highest "S" grade to the most common "E" grade, corresponding to different repair effects. It is said that everyone in the main army of the Empire, from soldiers to officers, will be issued with "E" class repair potions. Although the results are mediocre, they are enough to save lives at critical times. It can often be worth hundreds of gold coins, and if it is a higher grade "D" or "C", the auction price may even be as high as tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.

When there is a certain amount of gold coins, it is just a number that stays in the basic concept. Nothing is more important than life, the nobles are willing to spend money on life, and the mercenaries, although they all know that there is such a thing in the world that is equivalent to a second life, no one has it, at most they are drooling at the bottle of medicine. For them, the value of gold and silver coins is actually equal to the value of weapons and equipment, or special high-powered bullets.

Vimore couldn't stay in the room any longer. What happened tonight was so exciting that it pounded into his head like a high-speed train. was first attacked by werewolves, then Kenson was seriously injured and dying, and now it has become Su Hao who took out an incomparably valuable repair potion...... This qiē loss happened in front of my eyes, and it was so real. If someone else told these things as a story, Vimore would just dismiss them as jokes. However, as he saw the precious potion flowing into Kenson's mouth, his breathing was no longer rapid, and his pale cheeks began to turn red.

Vimore didn't know where Su Hao came from. But in any case, the act of being able to give such a precious potion to others is worthy of respect. Vimore really didn't know what to say to Su Hao, and any words of gratitude pale in front of the words "repair potion". Vimore decided that he had to get out of the house and get outside to breathe in the cold dry air, preferably by grabbing the snow and wiping his face. Only in this way can you be sure that this qiē is true.

What's more, the werewolf corpses scattered outside also need to be cleaned up. There's no guarantee that no other dark creature will follow the smell of blood. At times like these, a sentry is indispensable.

Reilly's thoughts are similar to Vimore's. But he knew that now was not the time to go out of the house and wander outside. Although He Dong's injuries are not fatal, they are also very troublesome, Su Hao's surgery also needs helpers, and the only thing he can do is to stay in the house honestly and accompany them.

The flickering light of the fire caused the shadows to shift. In this environment, it is difficult not to say that it is a thoracotomy, even a simple bandage.

Reilly watched Su Hao exhale softly, his white and smooth fingers brushed over the surface of Kenson's black-brown skin, and the sharp scalpel pierced directly into the skin, and then slashed down, cutting the muscles.

Blood poured out immediately, and Reilly only felt the corners of his eyes jumping, and then handed Su Hao a prepared cotton wool.

"Don't be nervous, I'm going to clean his ribcage as much as I can."

Su Hao's words were said lightly, the speed of the knife was fast and ruthless, and the landing part was extremely accurate. Reilly watched as he opened Kenson's ribcage and cleaned up the broken bones with dizzying motions to re-immobilize the injured internal organs.

More than 100 years on the Red Dragon Planet was the most boring period in Su Hao's life. In addition to teaching Moeller the bartending skills in Red Rock City, medical skills were also a game that Su Hao played to pass the time during that period. His skills were so skilled, that many of the felons in the prison became his test material. In Su Hao's view, surgery is equivalent to a copy of the game of "medicine". He continued to increase the difficulty, and even in worse circumstances, he could perform rigorous and compact brain surgery with just a broken blade.

Mercenaries are not professional doctors after all. The visual impact that Reilly suffered at this moment was no weaker than many of Vimore's previous ideas about the repair potion. Every time Su Hao cut down, the corners of Reilly's eyes twitched involuntarily. He could see that Su Hao was an excellent surgeon and was very familiar with the internal structure of the human body. But the more this happened, the more nervous Reilly felt. Of course, it was not entirely out of panic, but also out of intense surprise.

Konoha Town is equivalent to Qiao Tianyu's private territory. All the mercenaries and hunters here are his hired men. Of course, the town is also equipped with a hospital, but the level of doctors is very average. It's not hard to see why. If it weren't for the lure of money, no one would want to come to such a remote wilderness town. In the Empire, doctors were also a respected profession. Surgeons, in particular, are usually monopolized by the military and large institutions, and very few people are displaced in such places.

Vermore said before: Only by bringing back the seriously injured Kenson can he have a chance of surviving. In fact, even in Konoha Town, Kenson's chances of death are just as high. The best doctor there was a fat man. I am afraid that the white coat on my body has not been washed for decades. Far away, you could smell the smoke and alcohol in his mouth. He never seemed to have the concept of "sterilization" and his surgical style was wild.

This is not surprising. Reilly had spoken to the guy and knew that before the doctor came to Konoha Town, he had worked as a butcher in a meat factory and a veterinarian on the farm. When the lives of the two professions converge, coupled with the constraints of the environment and special humanities, it is natural to become a surgeon.

Watching Su Hao do the operation was a treat for Reilly. While it wasn't clear how much of an effect this would have, Reilly saw Kenson's breathing gradually become more stable and his body no longer twitched.

By the time the chest was finally sutured, more than two hours had passed.

He Dong lay next to him, trying to keep his eyes open, watching Su Hao's every move.

He had never felt so close to death, and for the first time he felt so lucky. From the moment Su Hao saved himself from the werewolf in the battle, He Dong's heart was beating violently. The hemostatic medicine stopped bleeding from the wound, but the brain became sleepy and numb. He Dong kept biting his tongue and forcing himself not to fall asleep. It wasn't until Su Hao stood up from Kenson's side and walked to the moment when he squatted down next to him that He Dong's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

I don't have to die, I can still live.

And so it is. Although Su Hao was a little tired, with the help of Reilly, he untied the bandages on He Dong's body, cleaned the wounds again, and stitched up the muscles.

It was getting brighter.

When Vimore returned to the house, the smell of blood was still in the air. Between the opening and closing of the door, the cold wind blowing in and whistling brought in a thick and cold fresh air. Su Hao finished a cigarette and still felt tired. He glanced at He Dong, who was leaning against the fire and fell into a deep sleep, and walked out of the house.

A total of sixteen werewolves had been gathered one by one by Vimore, tied with leather ropes, and firmly fastened to the sleigh.

Kenson and He Dong were both injured, and there were not enough manpower to slaughter and skin them on the spot in the ice and snow, so they had to bring all the work back to Konoha Town to deal with it.

The sled dogs had been released from the house, and the snow was littered with bits and pieces of skin that had been spilled from the previous night, and Vimore peeled off a wolf skin and chopped the werewolf's corpse into pieces with an axe, and the sled dogs gathered around to eat with relish, making a constant "click" sound of chewing bones.

The aroma of broth came from the room, and Vimore, with a gun on his back, stood at the door, looking at Su Hao with respect on his face.

"I didn't expect you to be a doctor. I'm sorry, I didn't have a very good attitude towards you before. I hope to be able to be your friend, just like we did with Kenson. ”

Su Hao smiled faintly, and his eyes never left the werewolf corpses on the sleigh.

Biological competition is the eternal thread of any world. Especially in the third stage world, on the land beneath our feet, it is obvious that two intelligent beings, humans and dark creatures, cannot coexist. Looking at these bloodthirsty creatures with hideous faces, frozen as hard as stones, and maintaining their fierce appearance before death, Su Hao only felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

They are a lot like mutated creatures on Earth. Those pig people, cow people, dog people, cat people...... Especially in his original time and space, the beast gene has already occupied an absolute dominant position among mutant creatures. The number of werewolves and tigermen is the largest, and just a week before Su Hao left, the routine report of the military department even appeared in the relevant records of the two-headed lion man.

The mutated creatures on Earth are completely different from the dark creatures of the Third Stage World. When he first came into contact with the corpse man in Redstone City, Su Hao realized this.

The biggest difference is in the spar. Their structures are very different, and even the hedron obtained from mutant humans on the Red Dragon Planet has completely collapsed and shattered due to gravity in the Third World. Because of this, Su Hao was suspicious of the gene medicine formula previously displayed on the spar plate, and had to exchange it for a purple spar from Gao Mo.

When Haig was discovered on Earth, Su Hao got a few amethysts with good texture. At that time, the spar slab devoured one, revealing the contents of the formula of the Delta Gene Elixir. However, the gravity rules of the third-stage world also have a suppressive effect on these amethysts. Without an accurate grasp, Su Hao couldn't judge whether the previous formula was suitable for this world, or whether the spar slab would show a completely different formula after devouring the spar from this world?

Now it seems that worries and apprehensions should be superfluous. The amethyst produced by Haige is exactly the same as the amethyst given by Gao Mo, and there is no difference in the genetic formula, but the key effect of the purity of the spar will be fully manifested when it is applied to the specific genetic medicine materials.

Su Hao took out a spar from his pocket and looked at it carefully in the sun.

This is the loot from the werewolf's head last night. Almost the size of a hazelnut, it is very transparent, and the color is between yellow and white, and it reflects a strange and bright special luster in the sun.

Werewolves are not very strong in combat. Their actual strength is not even as good as that of mercenaries like Kenson. The reason why last night's battle was the way it was was because of the dark creatures' superiority in time and terrain. Darkness is their natural ally, and the human eye must be lit enough to function. The thick snow limits the mercenary's hand-to-hand combat ability for a certain extent, and most importantly, the werewolf has more agility than humans.

In terms of comprehensive strength, the werewolf is definitely far inferior to the dark killer Su Ziming that Su Hao killed. But there are so many of them, especially at night, that the rifles of the mercenaries are completely turned into scrap metal. If it weren't for Su Hao's presence, the twenty-second squad would definitely be wiped out.

Vimore certainly understands this, and Reilly and the others know it well. They are all glad to have such an excellent fighter as Su Hao join the team, but no one knows his true identity and real combat skills.

Looking at the cold and hard dead werewolf corpses, Su Hao turned around and asked Vimore, "Where did they come from?" I remember Kenson saying before he set out that there were very few dark creatures to see in this wilderness. The place where they are frequented is probably on the other side of the snowfield. ”

"That's true, but there are always exceptions."

Vermore replied very seriously: "Dark creatures also have a fixed territory. Like us, they have to take into account the amount of food they live in, water, climate, environment, and all sorts of other things. Each dark creature population has its sphere of influence. The same goes for werewolves. The ones we killed last night must have been some wandering tribe. They are usually made up of the weaker members of the werewolf race. ”

Su Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and repeated: "Weak? ”

"It's a fixed custom of werewolves."

Vermore explained, "Every once in a while, the werewolf clan would abandon the unqualified members of the tribe. Only the strongest ones are eligible to remain within the clan. The elderly, the infirm, and the disabled are exiled or even forcibly expelled. They use this method to ensure that the race has the best genes, and that they can also produce more and more powerful warriors over time. ”