"There are still a lot of restaurants in the imperial capital." When he walked out of the café with Birch and Frostbutterfly, Ian was still in a relaxed mood: "So it seems that if you have enough money, you can eat all the food in the world in this one place alone." ”

But soon, he couldn't feel any lighter.

Because Ian saw a car accident.

That's what happened in the Sixth Floor Block.

The east side of the sixth floor area is the area where a large number of civil affairs agencies are located, while the west side is the storage area, so there are often transport convoys to transport supplies.

The world of Terra even has such a thing as armor, and it is naturally unrealistic to say that there is no car.

It's just that there is no road network running through the whole country in Terra today, and even if there is, because of Warcraft and all kinds of strange natural disasters, the countries are unable to maintain such a stable transportation network, so far, alchemy cars have not developed on a large scale.

It can only be used in the city, and once it is out of the city network, it will not be used at all, and it is not as cost-effective as Terra's dragon horse and camel beast.

Of course, this is just the usual scooter...... For the military industry, armored transport vehicles that can transport a large number of materials across the terrain and have a certain degree of self-protection ability have always been in demand, so they are quite developed in this regard.

It was a paramilitary transport vehicle that caused the crash, and instead of the heavy outer armor that needed to be equipped outside the city, it added cargo capacity, and depending on the route, it was taken from the storage area to transport it to other places.

Probably when it turned the corner, the transport truck didn't notice the pedestrians next to it, and pedestrians are probably not common with this kind of car, and they didn't retreat far enough and were scratched.

And this kind of car that is more than three meters high and more than ten meters long is scraped...... In just a split second, the person was swept into the tires.

That is, the driver stopped in time, and the middle-aged man who was scratched was just crushed by his legs, and he was thrown to the ground with a heavy shock and passed'.

The screaming had stopped, and the crowd of onlookers had partially retreated, leaving the street only to ask for a strange smell of blood.

The cries of a man and a woman were not as heart-rending as they were at the beginning, and even stopped sobbing, and the driver observed the comatose with a worried face, and did not dare to start treatment, so he could only discuss with his companions and ask them to invite someone to come and see...... Or pick up the corpses and the mess.

But man is not dead yet.

That's the first thing Ian sees when he arrives at the Sixth Floor.

With a slight frown, Ian squeezed through the crowd, and when he saw the situation, he immediately understood what was going on.

"I didn't expect such a thing...... "Father, this person is dying......"

He looked at the surprised expressions of Birch and Frostbutterfly, then looked around the crowd and saw that no one had stepped forward, most of them just looked at them with regret or regret.

Ian decided to step forward.

The boy pulled out several bottles of alchemy potions from his belt bag, several of which were just substrates, and he used essentia to manipulate the liquid, allowing them to quickly fuse and blend in mid-air - some potions were not stored for long after they were blended, especially those that could heal serious injuries, and their effectiveness would be halved when they were inactive.

Before that, he took out the steel sword, and then covered the complex blade surface with a layer of ice, forming a smooth ice blade - he directly cut the connection between the victim's thigh and the flesh that had become part of the ground, covered the wound with half a bottle of potion, and then stopped the bleeding with cold ice.

Next, he injected the remaining half of the vial of the potent healing agent into the victim's artery.

"So my life will be saved for the time being. Interestingly, it turns out that the healing agent works on ordinary people like this......"

Ian squinted, hiding the glow of the silver chip.

He was sure that the man's vital signs had begun to recover - the victim suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, which was actually the effect of his respiratory system beginning to recover, and the injured internal organs were being repaired by highly effective healing agents.

"Awesome!"

"Which alchemist is this? A bottle of potion can bring people back to life! ”

"How much does this bottle cost? I remember that the average potion of powerful healing would cost more than thirty thalers......"

"Glory is on top! Thank you! I'm really sorry, I really didn't expect someone to dodge ......" was the driver's voice, he was obviously relieved, but still a little scared.

Crushing and crushing is not the same as being crushed, the latter is just a driving error, and it is not necessarily all the driver's fault, while the former will lose the job anyway.

But this is not out of danger to life, it can only be said that it can last until the arrival of professional medical personnel.

Ian is ready to continue to use some healing methods, and the elve's ability to control water is quite strong in this regard, which can ensure that the patient does not lose a lot of blood.

But at this time, the boy vaguely heard a voice.

Don't save.

Ian heard it.

He sensed the source of the sound, so he turned his head to look at the boy and girl behind him.

It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was dressed a little old, and a girl who was about six or seven years old.

The girl's health is not very good, her eyes are closed at the moment, tears continue to flow, but she does not have the strength to cry, and the young man holds his sister tightly, he looks at the body of his father in front of him, but he forcibly holds back his tears, but his eyes are red.

He was dressed in a white shirt with narrow sleeves, slightly yellowish, and the man under his command who was seriously injured and dying was dressed similarly, even the little girl's plaid skirt seemed to have been cut and sewn from a larger garment.

Ian somewhat understood why he heard it, and he had figured out a lot of things, such as what his actions would be.

He actually knew it from the beginning, but ......

When he really faintly heard the words 'don't save', the boy still subconsciously felt that it might be an auditory hallucination caused by his tinnitus.

It's just, alas, it's not an auditory hallucination.

In fact, this young man with his head down, most likely from outside the lower city of the imperial capital, in the countryside of the Quinore Plain, was whispering this.

"It can't be cured...... It's a crushing wound, Daddy...... Dad survived, and he's a waste......"

The young man bit his lip, even to the point of bleeding, and he gave himself pain like this, knelt on the ground with his head down, hugged his sister, and whispered to Ian's armored back, "Please, knight...... Don't save Daddy...... Please, please......"

"I've got to take care of Sharan...... Please, knight, I can't take care of two people...... The family still needs to cultivate the land, and this time I came to apply for a temporary residence permit, and I already owe a debt......"

"If only I and Sha Lan can afford it, then we can live next to the imperial capital, and my mother's grave will not be moved...... At least dad can be with mom...... Please, knight......"

"Ask for ...... Woo...... No...... Save ......"

This was said upside down, and in the end, it was really impossible to support it, and the young man who was almost silent could only hug his sister, burst into tears, and did not dare to approach Ian.

- They did not dare to approach an ascension, an alchemist.

"Knight, I beg you to ......"

At that moment, the silent Ian heard a hoarse voice again.

The man who regained some consciousness opened an eye slit slightly, he didn't actually say this sentence at all, just a whisper that the silver chip analyzed his muscle squirming and emotional changes, and combined it in Ian's ear.

At first, the whispers he heard were just that.

"Knight, please, don't save me......"

"Ugh."

Ian sighed, he couldn't help but think of Qingchao.

Qingchao's father is like this, the veteran retired and was gradually dragged to death by his dark injuries, and he didn't dare to treat before he died, because if he didn't start treatment, he could barely hold on, and once he started, he would be completely incapacitated to work, and then suck up all the wealth of the family like a bottomless pit.

A high-grade regenerative potion? Regardless of its price...... How can a targeted first-level retired veteran have a channel to buy it? It's just like some families don't have the money to make up the money, but they don't have the means to go to the big city and find a good enough doctor to get proper treatment.

Qingchao needed to lay the foundation at that time, his own future and his son's future, and the man chose the latter.

- Sometimes, death is very profitable. Whether it is on the battlefield or on weekdays, although the pension and subsequent compensation may not make the relatives have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, they can get them through the most difficult period of losing their loved ones...... On the contrary, I came back from a disability, and I couldn't get a lot of money, and it took a long time and money to treat.

These are the words that Ian said when he was chatting with the green tide in Port Harrison, and the sea swordsman looked at the sea.

His tone was ethereal like a wave: "I don't know what my father thought at the time, and I'm still thinking about how to refute the old man's bullshit...... It's a pity I'm too weak. ”

Ian ...... I can't argue with that. ”

— and I can refute it.

So, in response to the pleading of the young and middle-aged, Ian instead showed a calm smile: "Listen, two, counting this lovely young lady is three." I don't care if you will suffer in the future, whether you will be swept into the whirlpool...... To be honest, I don't care about that, and I don't care. ”

"Only now, I see people in front of me who can be saved, and I can save ...... If nothing else, my child is still around, and I have to do it. ”

With that, he pulled out a vial of a brilliant green potion from his waist bag, and then a vial of pale white potion. Ian injected the latter into the former, followed by stirring with essentia to mix.

This is a regeneration potion. An elite potion that is enough to regenerate and damage limbs, and is also extremely effective for sublimators.

Ian poured the bottle of regenerative potion into the mouth of the middle-aged man: "The patients who almost killed themselves, and the children who are too stupid to hold their father, are not qualified to give me advice. ”

When he was done, he stood up and shook his head slightly: "Let's think it's an experiment." Brother and sister over there, your father was forced by me to conduct human experiments on new healing drugs, and remember to report the results of the experiments to me later. ”

"If the effect is good, the Alchemy Association will recognize my patent, and you can also get a reward."

Before the dazed siblings behind him understood his words, Ian raised his head and looked behind the crowd of people who were still applauding and marveling.

There, a group of men was rapidly approaching, led by a rather young nobleman with a look of irritation and hidden irritation, and a light-minded priest among the medical staff behind him.

Not slow. But it's still a bit late.

Without Ian's intervention, the original victim may have died, and the medical staff of the Sixth Floor and the administrator who handled the crash arrived.