"Alan! Where are you? Something happened, go get the package I left at your house! Fast! ”

The boat that Rann was piloting almost crashed into the small dock in Oriden.

The villagers in a circle looked at the fishing boat belonging to Bernie in amazement.

The bottom of this small boat had turned scarlet from the bleeding of two people.

A few village women surrounding Mrs. Donner anxiously stepped forward to say something.

But as soon as they saw Bernie, who was pale, they hesitated to stop.

It can be seen that they have something to say, but for a while, they can't tell which is more important than Bernie at this time.

Lann is just one person, he only has one person's energy.

Lanne, who was dragging Bernie onto the dock, didn't even notice that there were so many onlookers at this time, which was not normal in normal times.

"Oh my God! Bernie...... I'll go! Here it goes! ”

Old Allen was already with a bitter face, but at this time he was even more frightened, a pair of old legs stepped quickly, and he rushed back with the alchemy leather bag in less than half a minute.

"Find a few people, light the torch and stand around me."

Lan took the alchemy pouch and began to rummage through it as he made new demands on Old Allen.

Old Allen didn't know if it was some kind of magical ritual or something else, but he was completely panicked by this time, and immediately did it.

After greeting a few people, they gathered in a circle with torches in hand.

The arrows of the crossbow arrows had been completely buried in Bernie's stomach, and in old Alan's knowledge, it was a corpse that could still move.

But Len is a witcher! Maybe? Right?

Maybe!

Lan En pulled out a bundle of small, delicate knives from his alchemy leather bag.

It was a set of knives that he had commissioned Ivan to forge...... The first user of this thing was supposed to be himself.

"The torch is closer."

Lann took off his studded leather gloves and steel bracers.

The torch has nothing to do with magic, it's to kill most of the bacteria in the surrounding air with temperature.

Similar to biological experiments, it is operated next to an alcohol lamp.

Rann needed to perform a surgical operation on Bernie immediately, even if there was no operating environment.

He can't afford to wait!

Bernie's lips are now pale.

Lann pulled out another brown bottle from his alchemy leather bag.

Redania Herbal Liquor, often used as an alcohol base for witchers to make potions, is an out-and-out highly strong liquor.

Although it is better to use pure distilled dwarven spirits rather than herb-mixed liquor at this time, it is still too late.

Lane spilled the priceless bottle on his palms, wrists, delicate knives, and Bernie's wounds.

"Mentos, correct the double vision for me."

The movements were methodical, and when the surgery began, Lan forced himself to get out of his impatience.

The brain, which has been infused with 70% proficiency in a short period of time, has a stress response, and visual field remnants are just a normal one.

The Bio-Brain completed the task in the blink of an eye.

The blurred, overlapping vision was artificially removed, and the headache continued, but Lan's eyes and hands were extremely stable at this point.

Old Allen and a large group of villagers were watching, and Lan's methodical movements gave people confidence.

The village elder looked at Bernie worriedly, and then looked sympathetically at Mrs. Donner, who was sitting on the ground beside him.

He opened his mouth to speak to the busy Lane, but Mrs. Donner raised her hand and grabbed his forearm and pinched it.

Mrs. Donald shook her head lightly with her hanging head.

So the village elder could only sigh and remain silent for the time being.

Lan En's hands were steady, and everyone who had seen his swordsmanship couldn't help but say so.

As for the feel of the knife cutting through the flesh, the young man who has hunted dozens of water ghosts is also familiar with it.

He wielded a delicate knife to cut through skin, fat, muscle, and organs, digging deep into Bernie's abdominal wound layer by layer, until he poked out the depth of the arrow.

No one around dared to speak, and even many couldn't help but hold their breath.

When the surgical knife collided with the arrow of the crossbow arrow, emitting the touch of metal, Lan En breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no stench of poop, and the arrow was lucky not to cut Bernie's intestines.

If the intestine is broken and the feces enter the abdominal cavity, it means that this friend of Lan En will have a 100% chance of facing the biggest enemy of ancient surgery - wound infection.

In normal ancient surgery, the probability of not having a wound infection is about 30%.

Either way, Bernie's survival rate is already higher than that of most of the injured in this era.

Rann pulled out the arrows and cleaned the wound with a high degree of strong herbal liquor without causing secondary damage.

The cause of the bleeding was a cut in one of the veins in the abdominal cavity, and the young man sutured it in time.

In the final stitching stage, as the alcohol-soaked needles and threads were sewn into the wound, Lane finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As if this breath was a signal, the originally silent and tense crowd began to buzz at this time.

Old Allen tentatively moved two steps towards Lanen, and when he saw that the young man did not stop him, he knew that it was probably okay now.

Lan's back had been straight, and he was slightly relaxed and bent down as he stitched to the last few stitches.

"The bleeding has stopped, today and tomorrow if Bernie doesn't have a fever, all that's left is to recuperate......"

Lane thought that old Allen had come over to inquire about the situation.

This old man had lived in Willen all his life, and in terms of knowledge, he really did not see as much as the traveling merchants, nobles, and knights.

But when it comes to Willen's life, he really knows everything.

The owner of the fishing boat that went out came back with a crossbow arrow stuck in his stomach, this can't be an accident, right?

The environment in Willen is indeed treacherous, but it is not terrifying, and it is not a time of war.

So after explaining Bernie's situation, Lane was ready to explain the situation to old Allen today.

In the minds of young people, this should be the most important thing for the village elders.

But the young man, whose back was slightly bent and his expression relaxed, immediately rejected his judgment after seeing Old Allen's expression.

There was no doubt on the old man's face, but an anxiety and ...... that still did not dissipate Dismayed.

At this time, Lan En's keen observation got rid of the tense and focused spirit and went back online.

It was the fishing village when the water was working, and the wharf was actually full of people, which was not normal.

Old Allen pursed his lips and approached Lanen, his eyes cautiously persuasive.

Persuasion? For me?

Why?

Lan En's amber cat's eyes swept around, and Mrs. Donald, who was sitting slumped with a small cloth bag, naturally came into view.

A terrible conjecture crept deep into Lan's heart.

"It's not your fault, Lanne." Old Allen's lips twitched for a long time, and such a sentence popped out.

"We ...... Everyone has a responsibility. ”

The young man's cat-eyed eyes looked at him, and the vertical pupils in the middle shrank into a slit almost instantly!

The object of this statement was not the matter of [Bernie's Arrow], and Lan En keenly sensed this.

"Old Allen, what do you mean?"

Relax the slightly curved back and slowly straighten again, and the relieved breath was held again almost instantly.

The old man's hand clenched his pipe tightly.

"Little White picked herbs outside the village this morning...... Lost. ”