After instructing the slave trader Korenway to set up a cauldron and cook the "surgical instruments", and finding sutures from the tailor's shop that were barely suitable for living people, Rowe performed wound suturing on the wounded without saying a word.

Without anesthetics, Luo Wei had to have the seriously injured people poured liquor one by one to relieve the severe pain caused by the cleaning of the wounds and the operation that followed.

After stitching up a wounded, Luo Wei would take out the Holy White Night Badge and release the first-order holy art solidified in the Holy White Night Badge to the wounded to dispel the epidemic, and then bandage it with layers of white gauze.

The doctor is the heart of the parents, and the forensic doctor is also the doctor.

At least, that's what Rowe thought, even if he had killed the fire mage to save his life, and killed several Bloodblade bandits who tried to intercept him.

Killing people is to save oneself, and saving others is to realize oneself, and the two are not in harmony in Luo Wei's heart.

The only problem was that the thick smell of flesh and blood emanating from the wounded made Rovi's zombie instinct flutter.

If it weren't for the Holy White Night Emblem, which exudes a brilliant and sacred aura at all times, and automatically emits a sobering heat every time Luo Wei can't control his zombie instincts, Luo Wei might have really done the same kind of biting and flesh-eating behavior as zombies.

Among all the wounded treated, the most traumatized Wild Wolf Blood Awakener, Sacratin's taste of flesh and blood was the most uncontrollable for Rowe.

Fortunately, the self-made mask covered most of his face, and the Holy White Night Badge once again reliably stimulated a sobriety effect in time, helping Luo Wei resist the zombie instinct's control of his soul and body, otherwise I am afraid that everything would be exposed.

The flesh of the Bloodline Awakened has a stronger lure effect on zombies.

After easily regaining his normal sanity, Luo Wei came to this conclusion.

"Wound stitches can only treat external injuries, and dispel the epidemic can't cure fire magic burns, so I can't do anything about the remaining wounded. ”

Rowe, who was also mentally tired because he had been stitching up wounds for several hours, said this to the slave trader Korenway after stitching up the last minor wounded person who needed to be stitched.

"Mr. Wizard Luo Wei, you are extremely grateful for what you have done now! I have asked people to arrange a temporary rest room, please go and rest in the second building on the south side of the house......"

The slave trader Colonway, who had been working for Luo Wei, although he was not much stronger than Luo Wei when he was tired, showed a grateful smile to Luo Wei as soon as Luo Wei spoke.

At least this time, the slave trader Colonway had no hypocrisy, he never thought that a supposedly feared necromancer would treat the wounded more conscientiously than the spa priest.

The slave trader Korenway had never heard of someone who, after receiving the precious badge of the Holy White Night, would use it as an ordinary tool to heal the sick and wounds, and release it again and again to unrelated others of low status to dispel the disease!

What kind of noble soul does it take to do such a thing?

The slave trader Colonway was ashamed, because he felt that he had misunderstood the noble Mr. Rowe Wizard before, and he would actually think that the noble Mr. Rowe Wizard had brought out the little girl Felicia from the Nethre Mining Village, and his purpose was absolutely impure.

More grateful to Rowe than the slave trader Korenway were the wounded who were so nervous before the suturing operation, fearing that they would become the raw material of the necromancer Luo Weishiy's necromancer, but after the operation, they found themselves much better.

When Luo Wei used the Brilliant Holy Art to dispel the plague on them one by one, the warm and brilliant light dispelled not only the bacteria that might exist in the wounded, but also the distrust and fear in their hearts for Luo Wei, the necromancer.

It has to be said that in the world of Ayten, where there are many gods, it is not for nothing that the Brilliant God can have the largest number of followers and a strong position - as a race of wisdom who have easily emerged from darkness and ignorance, the brilliant light will make them feel inherently close and trusted.

Therefore, when the distrust and fear were dispelled by the glorious light, the images and opinions of the wounded towards Luo Wei collectively turned into a gratitude that bordered on worship.

Luo Wei the traverser did not know the situation at the bottom of the world of Aitern, how could these wounded people living at the bottom not know that if the wounds they suffered could not be treated in time by the priest, then there was a chance that a serious purulent infection would occur.

In this world where a purulent infection is equal to nine deaths, a purulent infection means that they will not be able to continue working, and being unable to continue working means being abandoned, and being abandoned means ...... A family of ruined miè.

The tired Luo Wei didn't notice this, the reason why he used holy arts to dispel the epidemic was just the helplessness of not having any bactericidal and antibacterial antibiotics at hand, nothing more.

"Mr. Corenway, you have to have this large ward cleaned regularly, and then you have to boil a pot of vinegar in the room, and the water that the wounded drink and use must be boiled...... Have you memorized them? These must be strictly enforced. ”

The dutiful Rowe, with the strong posture of the attending doctor, issued orders to the slave trader Korenway as a trainee nurse.

The slave trader nodded repeatedly, and he patted his chest to say that he would never make a mistake.

So, in the grateful eyes of the wounded, Luo Wei finally walked out of the operating room and ward with satisfaction.

Instead of returning to his room, Rovi dragged his tired body to the separate ward where Cynthia, the captain of the slave caravan's guard, was.

According to Rovi's request, the door of Cynthia's separate room was open, so Rowe could clearly see Cynthia lying on the simple bed in the room without moving, and she had not yet been able to wake up from her coma.

Luo Wei walked into the hospital room and stood in front of Cynthia's bed, he finally saw Cynthia's soft melon seed face clearly.

If you just look at her face, Cynthia is more like a beautiful and sunny girl next door than an assassin who walks and uses the Poison Blade to assassinate enemies in the midst of walking and darkness.

But the reality is so cruel - some people can enjoy a life of spending money wantonly, while others have to go through hardships in order to live.

However, Luo Wei only sighed slightly in his heart, and then his eyes fell on the left side of Cynthia's pillow, where was the "Book of Gradual Death" with a scratched cover.

"Little girl, I won't take the Book of Death, which now belongs to you, I just need to borrow it for a while. ”

Rowe, who had said something to Cynthia in his heart, held his breath and leaned down and reached for the Book of Gradual Death next to Cynthia's pillow.

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