Arnott, after briefly assessing his wounds, was overco with a wave of despair.
His injuries were severe, and had they won the battle, he might have received so treatnt afterward.
Although there were not many herbalists accompanying the army and they would prioritize treating nobles and their guards, Arnott wasn’t sure if there would be any herbs left for him when his turn ca.
He wasn’t even sure if he could hold on until then, but at least there was a glimr of hope.
But now he felt it was very hard for him to survive.
Arnott had seen how the Alliance Army treated captives of the enemy side; the assailants were usually killed on the spot.
If they were defeated soldiers, according to the tradition of the Bratis Continent, as long as there was no mortal feud, nobles and healthy warriors could still find a way out, typically being taken captive for ransom or becoming slaves.
As for the injured, if their wounds were not very severe, they would also be captured, but those with serious injuries, like his, who could no longer walk on their own, would often be killed.
This wasn’t because the people of this continent were all heartlessly cruel; in the end, it was a matter of cost. Civilian captives simply did not fetch much value, and the wounded were worth even less.
If the injuries were too severe and would require dical expenses, not with certainty of recovery, there was even less reason to keep them alive, and killing them would help them get released from their suffering sooner.
Arnott now lay there in the mud, waiting for soone to co and release him. However, when he thought of his two sisters and a brother at ho, he didn’t want to die anymore.
So, with the support of his will to live, Arnott closed his eyes, lay on the ground pretending to be dead, and hoped to fool those who were clearing the battlefield.
He was lucky; several tis people passed by without noticing him.
But Arnott could feel his body becoming weaker and weaker, especially his thigh, where there was a hole oozing blood. He had sared mud over it, but the blood continued to seep out.
Arnott only felt dizzy and his cheeks were burning hot.
At that mont, he heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by voices, "There seems to be soone alive over here."
"Is it one of our n?"
"Yes, I think the badge on his body is from the Soto family."
"Then let’s get him onto the stretcher."
"Alright."
After that, Arnott heard the sound of sothing being dragged, but soon he heard one of them sigh.
"Ah, it seems like he has passed away, even though there was still movent in his chest earlier. What a pity."
"The injuries are too severe, Ivan’s servant said not to bring back anyone without a breath," said another.
"Let’s keep looking then."
As they spoke, the two walked away. One of them might have been distracted or failed to see clearly where they were stepping, and stumbled over sothing, taking a couple of faltering steps and accidentally stepping on one of Arnott’s hands.
Arnott, in pain, could no longer pretend to be dead and let out a muffled groan.
"Hey, there’s another one alive here," exclaid the person who had stepped on his hand.
"Is it one of our n?"
"Let see... It doesn’t look like it, should we save him?"
"Let’s save him too," the other replied, "Prophet rlin said that they will all beco followers of Saturday in the future. Although we’re mainly saving our own people, we’ve almost finished rescuing ours now.
"We just made a round and didn’t see anyone who’s still alive. Let’s save him, but rember to confiscate his weapons first, safety first. Don’t forget that before they beco followers of Saturday, they are still enemies."
"Yeah."
Arnott actually didn’t have the strength to resist anymore and could only let the two people in white clothes carry him onto two sticks with a piece of canvas in between that scooped up his body.
Then the two turned back and ca to a tent.
Inside, quite a few people in white clothes were coming in and out, and there was an elf yelling about sothing.
Arnott had the fortune to interact with a few elves before, but he felt that the male elf in the tent was not speaking the elvish language, but a strange foreign language he had never heard before.
"Ah, I’m just a veterinarian, accustod to treating cats and dogs. How could you make conduct surgery on people? Isn’t that making things difficult for ?!"
Despite his words, his hands were very adept. He sliced open an injured person’s stomach and, using tweezers, removed a small iron bead covered in blood, examining it in the sunlight.
"Tsk tsk, you’re still using buckshot on the natives. Isn’t that bullying?"
Niu Xiangui, who was temporarily translating for him, snorted, "It was those birdn who provoked us first. How does that saying go? If friends co over, we have wine, but if jackals co, don’t we have to use buckshot?"
"The Prophet himself took to the skies on a dragon this ti."
The male elf lanted, "It’s a pity we didn’t capture that Azure Dragon. I would have really liked to cut it open and see what kind of structure it has inside. I’ve grown so big and have never treated a dragon before, and the key point is, that creature actually falls within my field of expertise."
"Give a break; dragons are not pets."
"Then what are dragons?"
The two chatted leisurely while the elf’s hands continued their work.
His na was Liu Xuebin, a graduate of clinical veterinary dicine. Before crossing over, he had opened his own pet clinic in the city, treating pets in the surrounding area, and occasionally, when he found ti, he would do so good deeds, spaying and neutering so stray dogs and cats for free.
He was also the only bona fide dical professional that Li Yu had managed to get reincarnated over such a long ti.
That’s because the colleagues of Cola Bear have all been living well recently.
The herbalist that introduced Li Yu to the Taoist, who practiced Traditional Chinese dicine, had a chat with Li Yu, and surprisingly they got along quite well.
Taoism preaches tranquility and inaction, while the Double Rest Sect preaches punctuality in taking weekends off. At least in rejecting overti work, they reached a consensus very quickly.
However, consensus aside, the old Taoist did not want to abandon the path he had cultivated for decades, and Li Yu did not force him.
Two weeks after their eting, it was said that the old Tao passed away.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Li Yu t Liu Xuebin. Although Liu Xuebin was a veterinarian, from an anatomical perspective, there isn’t that much difference between humans and animals.
At least in the aspect of surgical operations, the techniques and processes are quite similar.
Liu Xuebin was initially nervous, worrying about not having a physician’s license and that performing surgery on humans was breaking the law.
But after conducting a few surgeries, he gradually cald down and his hands beca steadier. Thinking about the fact that this was the Bratis Continent and no one would arrest him for practicing without a license, he finally completely relaxed.
While treating people, Liu Xuebin also ntored students—about a dozen boys and girls followed him, learning from him how to sterilize, anesthetize, make incisions, and suture wounds.
Just then, Arnott was carried in. Liu Xuebin glanced at the wounds on his body and legs, which contained no foreign objects but were a bit inflad; it wasn’t a big issue.
So, he casually picked a student, "You, yes you, do you rember what I just taught you? You co and disinfect and suture his wounds."
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