"It's not very optimistic. ”

The doctor invited by Jason Sonbia Town sighed after examining Puro's injuries, turned to Jason and said with some shame: "My lord, the villain's medical skills are limited, and I really can't do anything about this level of injury. ”

Proro is now in a semi-comatose state, sometimes conscious and sometimes asleep, and the wound on his chest has not healed for months.

Jason looked at him and couldn't imagine that he could survive this winter like this, maybe it was a belief that had been supporting him not to fall.

"And do you think there's a way to treat him with Dr. Feige's abilities?"

"If the teacher can't make a bad move, he can stabilize his wound and stop it from getting worse, as for whether this person's injury can heal, I don't dare to jump to conclusions. The doctor said apologetically.

Because the people in the neighborhood who studied medicine had been taught by Feiqi to a greater or lesser extent, they would respectfully address Feiqi when they mentioned Feiqi.

Because there are too few people who are willing to share their life's experience without caring about it.

"Then send someone to take him to the medical school in Irontooth. Jason nodded, there was only one way for the time being, so he instructed Hassan, who was standing behind him.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but maybe his physical condition can't bear the bumps in the road. The doctor interjected again after Jason had finished speaking.

"Your Excellency......" Jerome immediately looked nervously at Jason when he heard this.

Reaching out and pinching his eyebrows, Jason was worried for a while, now that the medical school has just opened, even if he leaves Feige in a short period of time, it is really difficult to turn around, and it is impossible to teach new students just by what his half-witted students think.

But Puro's situation here is not optimistic, so he set his eyes on Hassan and Gareth on the side, not asking them to treat Pro, even if they can hang his life.

Hassan shook his head lightly regretfully, his ability is to kill people, and he is really not good at saving people.

As for Gareth, not to mention, all of his extraordinary strength is used to kill enemies on the battlefield.

After seeing their movements, Jason knew that there was no choice but to invite Feige from Irontooth for the time being.

However, studying medicine is not something that can be learned in a day, and there will be no big loss if you delay these days, and Jason can only comfort himself like this now.

He then instructed Hassan to send the Crows back to Irontooth overnight, and to ask Dr. Feige to get to Erbia as quickly as possible.

Because he was really worried that Puluo might choke at any time in this state.

"Lord Jason, thank you so much. Jerome said gratefully to Jason.

"It's too early to say that, and it's not too late to thank me when Mr. Prolo recovers. Jason waved his hand, he wasn't sure if Feige really had what it took to pull Prolo back from the Styx's death.

He's already half-footed into another world.

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On the other side of the vast ice field, Dorn has been blindly searching here for more than half a month, but he has found nothing, his hair is messy, his lips are a little chapped, and his mental state is very bad.

Although he had already determined the approximate location, it was still very difficult to find the bones or relics of those expedition members, so there was a lot of pressure on him to bring these dozens of guards here during this time, because the dry food they brought was almost exhausted.

Who knows if these bones have been dismembered by predators on the ice field.

And it's been a winter, and the blizzard will sweep away or bury something.

Of course, there is another more cruel possibility that Dorne doesn't dare to think about, that is, he was hit by the energy that overflowed during the battle between the two giants and turned into powder.

"Your Excellency!"

Just as Dorne was expressionless, mechanically repeating the broom made of twigs in his hand to sweep away the snow under his feet, a guard in the distance suddenly shouted excitedly.

"There's a discovery here!"

Dorn's numb eyes suddenly became flexible, and he jerked his head in the soldier's direction, and saw him waving his hands in the air.

Soon Dorne came to the soldier's location with several soldiers, and he anxiously asked, "Did you find anything?"

"This, my lord, please see, is this the equipment of the expedition?"

The soldier guided Dorn to the half-unidentified object that appeared to be a shattered weapon.

When Dorn saw the object, he threw himself to his knees in the snow, ignoring his image.

With trembling hands, he pulled the half of the weapon out of the snow, and when the object was revealed in its entirety, the soldiers immediately recognized it as one of Ironfang's earliest standard long knives.

But ever since the lord hired the master blacksmith of Rodney, the long knives had been scrapped and reduced to scrap or collectibles.

Because the quality of the weapons created after returning to the furnace is easy to be uneven, these equipment were directly discarded by the master.

"It's around here, with this as the center, focus on searching!"

Dorne stroked the broken knife, which already had some rust, and ordered categorically.

"But my lord, we're running out of food, and we've been out a little too long. One of the soldiers dissuaded them, saying that they had been out for more than half a month, and that Beowulf was probably already angry by this time.

"Let some of the soldiers come back to the camp and bring a batch of supplies, and tell Lord Beowulf that we will stay here for a while, and I will accept the punishment afterwards. ”

After hearing the soldier's words, Dorn hesitated slightly, and then his eyes became more determined, this was his inner demon, and he would not give up like this no matter what.

"I see, sir, I hope you know what you're doing. The soldier sighed, no matter what the reason for Dorne's behavior was when he went back this time, a punishment was indispensable.

Dorn nodded silently, he had prepared for the worst, because the worst outcome would be to return to Irontooth and remove himself from his nobility.

After all, he is still dressed as a privileged class, as long as he doesn't do something at the level of breakfast, Beowulf will not kill him directly.

Then he put his eyes on the broken knife in his hand, and silently muttered in his heart: "Brothers, I will definitely bring you all home."