After briefly checking his injuries, Arnott felt a flash of desperation.

He was not lightly injured, and if they won the battle, it would be better to say, and maybe get some treatment later.

Although there weren't many herbalists on his side, and who prioritized the healing of the nobles and their guards, Arnault wasn't sure if he would have herbs when it was his turn.

He wasn't even sure if he would make it to that point, but at least there was hope.

But now he felt that it was hard for him to live.

Arnault had seen how the Coalition soldiers treated the enemy captives, and almost always killed the sneak attackers.

And if it is a defeated soldier in battle, according to the tradition of the Blatis continent, as long as it is not a mortal enemy, the nobles and healthy warriors can still have a way to live, usually being captured and waiting for the exchange of ransom, or becoming slaves.

As for the wounded, if the injuries are not very serious, they will also be arrested, but if the injuries like him are more serious and can no longer walk on their own, they will often be killed.

It's not that the people on this continent are callous, it's a matter of cost, and civilian captives don't sell much in the first place, and the value of injuries is even lower.

If the injury is serious, it will cost money to heal, and it may not be cured, so there is no need to keep it, and killing it can also help them get rid of it as soon as possible.

Arnott was lying in the mud now, waiting for someone to come and relieve him. However, when he thought of his two younger sisters and a younger brother in the family, he didn't want to die.

So with the support of the will to survive, Arnault closed his eyes and lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, hoping to fool those who came to clean up the battlefield.

He was lucky, and several times he passed by but didn't notice him.

But Arnault could feel his body getting weaker and weaker, especially in his thigh, where there was a bloody hole, which he had pasted with mud, but it was still oozing blood.

Arnault only felt dizzy and his cheeks were hot.

At this time, there were footsteps next to him, accompanied by the sound of talking, "There seems to be a living one over here."

"Is it our people?"

"Yes, I think the coat of arms on his body seems to belong to the Soto family."

"Then put him on a stretcher."

"Okay."

Then Arnault heard something being dragged, but soon he heard one of them sigh again.

"Ah, it seems that I have already swallowed my breath, and my chest was still undulating before, but it's a pity."

"The injury is too severe, and Ivan said don't bring it back if it's not breathing." Another humane.

"Then let's look for it again."

The two of them walked to the other side as they spoke, and one of them, perhaps distracted, or perhaps unable to see his feet clearly, tripped over something, staggered two steps forward, and accidentally stepped on one of Arnott's hands.

Arnault couldn't pretend to be dead anymore in pain, and let out a muffled snort.

"Yo, there's a living one here." The man who stepped on his hand let out an exclamation.

"Is it our people?"

"I'll see...... Doesn't it seem like you're going to be saved?"

"Save together, Prophet Merlin said, and they will all be Saturday believers in the future, and although we will save our own people, we will save our people more or less at this time.

"We just turned around and didn't see anyone alive. Then save him, but remember to collect his weapons first, safety first, and don't forget that they are still enemies until they become believers on Saturday."

"Hmm."

Arnott actually had no strength to resist anymore, so he could only let the two men in white carry him to two wooden sticks, and in the middle there was a piece of linen cloth that carried his body around.

Then the two walked back to a shed.

There were a lot of people in white clothes going in and out, and there was an elf there shouting at the top of his voice.

Arnault was fortunate also with some fine

Spirit had dealt with him, but felt that the male elf in the shed was not speaking Elven language, but a strange and foreign language he had never heard before.

"Well, I'm a veterinarian who treats cats and dogs, so isn't it embarrassing for me to operate on people?!"

Having said that, he was very nimble in his hand, and cut the stomach of a wounded man with a knife, and took out a small iron bead with blood with tweezers from it, and put it in the sun to look at it.

"Tsk, you still hit other natives with shotguns, it's too bullying."

Niu Xiangui, who temporarily acted as an interpreter for him on the side, snorted, "It was those birdmen who came to provoke us first, how do you say that, friends come and have good wine, and jackals come to have a shotgun?"

"This time, even the Prophet himself rode the dragon."

The male elf regretted, "It's a pity that I didn't leave that green dragon behind, otherwise I would have liked to give it a knife and see what kind of structure it is, I have grown so big, I haven't cured a dragon yet, and the key is that that thing is also in line with my profession."

"Pull it down, dragons aren't pets."

"What is that dragon?"

The two of them were chatting there, but the male elf's hands were constantly moving.

His real name is Liu Xuebin, graduated from clinical veterinary medicine, and opened a pet clinic in the city before crossing, treating pets in the vicinity, and occasionally doing some good deeds in his spare time, neutering some stray dogs and stray cats for free.

At the same time, he is also the only serious medical talent that Li Yu has been reincarnated for so long.

No way, Coke Bear's colleagues have been alive and well lately.

The old man who helped Li Yu introduce him before who knew Chinese medicine, Li Yu chatted with him for a while, and the two sides were unexpectedly quite close.

Taoism emphasizes purity and inaction, while Shuangxiu emphasizes double rest on time, at least on the refusal to work overtime, the two sides can easily reach a consensus.

However, the consensus is the consensus, the old Taoist priest is reluctant to cultivate the Tao for decades, and Li Yu is not reluctant.

I heard that two weeks after the two met, Lao Dao passed away.

Fortunately, Li Yu met Liu Xuebin soon after, although Liu Xuebin is a veterinarian, but in fact, from an anatomical point of view, the difference between humans and animals is not particularly big.

At least in terms of surgery, the technology and procedures are similar.

Liu Xuebin was a little nervous at first, thinking that he didn't have a medical practitioner's qualification certificate, and it was illegal and criminal to operate on people.

But after a few surgeries, I slowly calmed down, and my hand became more stable, and then I thought that this was Bratis, and no one caught me for practicing medicine without a license, so I completely relaxed.

Liu Xuebin was treating people on one side, and on the other hand, he was also taking students, a total of more than 20 teenagers and girls were following him, listening to him explain how to disinfect, how to anesthetize, how to operate and stitch.

At this time, Arnault was carried in, Liu Xuebin looked at the wounds on his body and legs, there was no foreign body in it, but the wound was a little inflamed, and the problem was not big.

So he casually clicked on a student, "You, yes, just you, remember how I taught him just now, you can disinfect and stitch up his wounds."