As soon as he opened his eyes, the sentry felt a sharp pain from many sides. With a gasp, Vicor's eyes darkened with pain: the wounds grew hotter, as if he had been tortured with a soldering iron. The shoulders, back, and legs were all occupied by pain, and it was as if the body had lost control.

After the thought, "Why am I not dead?", as his limbs recovered, another question once again came to him: Who seems to have bandaged me?

Struggling to swing his stiff neck, he looked at his upper body: the bandaged chest and shoulders reassured the sentinel. Realizing that he had been impaled with a machete and had been rescued immediately and had not died, Vicor's heart welled up with gratitude for his life: he thought he was hopeless from the penetrating wound. Before passing out, he was ready to meet the Grim Reaper, but when he woke up, it was still a warm world for the living.

Just as he was about to sit up, a man in a black robe pressed him back into his bed. The man's strength was so great that Vicor screamed in pain from the wound on his back. It was dark for a moment, and Vicol gasped, and the man's lazy voice came in his ears: "Don't move, lie down - you will wake up sooner than I expected, lucky boy." ”

"Are you ......" Vicole was stunned for a moment as he looked at the man's face.

"Ennis Picano. The tall, thin, brown-haired man snorted, sat back in the chair beside the bed, picked up his notebook again, and wrote, "Everyone calls me Dr. Enis." ”

Ennis ...... Doctor?" Immediately reacted, and it dawned on the Sentinel: he had long heard that he was the best physician in Eternal Winterfell, and that he had been living in Frosty Castle to serve the lord and all the seriously ill patients who came to seek medical treatment, and today he finally saw him. I remember that this man had a strange and violent temper, but he was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and no one could question his medical prowess - it seemed that he had to be careful in what he said.

"You have a bad memory, do you have to repeat it, and your brain was broken in the battle?" Snorting disdainfully, Ennis continued to look intently at the note, and said at a very fast pace, "I gave you herbs, and this level of injury will only heal in three days at the latest." But it's hard not to leave a scar on this barbed whip, and I'll have to warn you in advance - but you're a big man, and it's nothing to leave an ugly scar. ”

Barely able to hear the doctor's words clearly, Vicol breathed a sigh of relief: listening to the first words he said, he thought it would annoy him. Fortunately, he wasn't angry, otherwise what he wanted to ask would not have been found.

"The doctor saved me, right?" Looking at Enis, Vicol felt awe-inspired: "You can treat such a serious wound, your medical skills are really worthy of your reputation......

"You're here to mock me, aren't you?!" glared at him angrily, Ennis slammed down his notes and said, "I can't deal with the wound in your chest, it's the blacksmith Morse who saved you." ”

"That Uncle Morse?" completely unexpected, Vicol was not at all scratching his head: "How did he ......"

"You don't feel it, it doesn't hurt in your chest at all?" Interrupting the sentry directly, Ennis said impatiently, "If he hadn't happened to have a vial of Ayer's blood on hand, you would have died half an hour ago." ”

It wasn't until he heard this sentence that Vicol reacted and hurriedly touched his chest: sure enough, the wound, which should have been incomparably huge, has now been completely healed. In the few words that Ennis uttered intermittently, he finally understood what had just happened.

"What about Uncle Morse?" The Sentinel felt guilty and moved by the thought that the precious bottle of Ayer's blood had been used by him without hesitation to save himself from the time he had never met, "I must thank him in person. ”

"He's gone to the South Gate. Pushing the sentry back to the bed again, Ennis coughed and squinted at Vicol, "It seems to be to install a dragon hunting crossbow that can fight the dragon knights...... Whatever it is, I won't be able to come back tonight anyway. If you want to thank him, I'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

"Then I'll have to go and thank the captain. Sitting up again, the sentry shivered in pain.

"You follow the advice of the professional doctor and lie down honestly, or I will knock you unconscious! Believe it or not!" Raising the hammer that he took out of nowhere, Ennis glanced at the wall clock: "I'll go get food later, and you can eat here honestly." After changing the medicine and bandages at about eight o'clock in the evening, I went back to my house. Do you understand?"

"Uh...... Clear, understood. Choked by Enis's aura, Vicol couldn't say anything for a while. After a few moments, the sentry suddenly remembered something important, and immediately became anxious: "No, I must see Captain Eddes right away!

It was the spy who made it, and the corpse in the dungeon was the jailer. After snatching the conversation, Ennis put down the hammer and yawned lazily: "You just want to talk about this? I don't know if you broke your head. ”

"Ahh......h However, this time he quickly reacted and asked, "Who found the note I left?"

"Nonsense, what do you think?" glared at him viciously, and the doctor's tone sharpened: "Deerno found the 'suicide note' you left behind, and after analyzing it, he decided to stab that guy to death with the captain." ”

"Did that work?" said Derno, secretly complimenting, and Vicol asked in surprise.

"Who knows? As soon as they pushed the door open, they let the guy see that you had been cured. With a snort, Ennis began to pour himself tea. After pouring the first cup of uneven tea back into the pot, he said slowly, "So, as a matter of course, the spy just ran away." After that, Eddes and the others led people to chase them out. ”

That's it...... With a sigh, the Sentinel had to secretly pray to the captain that they would be able to catch the guy. As the senses revived, the injuries on the body seemed to be more and more painful. With a gasp, Vicol felt uneasy. Deciding to divert his attention from the pain, he fumbled to his waist and pulled out his beloved carved pipe. However, just as he was about to pull out the small packet of tobacco, the pipe in his hand was suddenly snatched away. Looking at the doctor in amazement, Vicol asked puzzledly, "What's the matter, doctor?"

"Don't order tobacco in the infirmary, I'll only warn you once. Glancing at the pipe in his hand, he threw it back on the bed. Hurriedly snatching it back into his hands, Vicol swallowed as he was unable to satisfy his addiction to smoking.

"When I bandaged you, I smelled it, and it smelled of tobacco. Frowning in disgust, Ennis stood up and walked to a wooden cabinet.

"It's not so exaggerated, is it?" Smelling the smell on his body, Vicol looked aggrieved: "I'm not old-"

"Take this. The Medic suddenly threw a small packet of things, nearly hitting the bridge of the sentry's nose. Picking it up in confusion, his nostrils keenly catching its scent, "This is?"

"The taste of tobacco with lung-protecting herbs is much lighter and more elegant than your broken tobacco, and it is not choking at all. Closing the wooden cabinet heavily, Ennis turned back and said in a very low tone: "I've sent you...... I kind of make up for my frustration. ”

The uninterrupted singing sounded again, and the girl staggered forward in despair.

The wheelchair at the end of the hallway spun slowly, and a girl dressed in light veils stood up and stared at her.

In the midst of the miserable wail, no one remembered the bard's music anymore.

There are still seventeen years and one hundred and ninety-nine days left for the end of the world.