"rope."

"stick."

"Saw."

"Very good, Luther, help me press his legs, I'm going to do it!"

Dr. Joseph stared indifferently at the patient who was tied to the operating table with a wooden stick in his mouth, and the saw in his hand was raised high and fell heavily.

With a scream from the patient's mouth, an ordinary medieval limb surgery officially began in a small room.

As Dr. Joseph's apprentice, Luther glanced at Dr. Joseph's bloody face with a red face. At this moment, his face was ferocious, like a butcher.

The "crunch" cutting sound kept ringing.

The patient, whose calf bone broke and poked the muscles due to falling from the horse's back, had half of his leg cut off.

In this era, surgical operations are still in the exploratory stage. The only way for a person to survive after a broken leg is to saw off the broken leg.

The scene like slaughtering of livestock continues to impact Luke's cerebral cortex.

A large amount of dopamine was secreted from the brain. The scene that was obviously afraid made Luther inexplicably excited.

And this situation has lasted for nearly a week.

Resisting the urge to put the blood of the patient who had just splashed on his fingers into his mouth to suck, Luther pressed the patient's thigh that was constantly shaking due to fear and anxiety.

Until the resistance power transmitted from the hands gradually disappeared, Luther had a broken pale thigh in his hand.

The patient who lost one leg had fainted at this moment, and a large amount of pungent fishy smell was spreading on his waist and abdomen.

Luther licked his lips, and a glee flashed in his eyes. He actually felt that the patient's body was quite delicious.

This is obviously abnormal, but the desire to swallow from the bottom of my heart is so strong.

This abnormal reaction made him feel strange, but it was more of a fear.

Fear arises because of the unknown.

It has been almost a month since he came to this strange world.

From the initial caution to the full integration now.

His views and cognition have also undergone a strong change.

Two weeks ago, he successfully became Dr. Joseph's apprentice with his relatively sleek way of doing things.

As a resident in his previous life, he returned to his job in this life. He thought he would do something.

But the gap between reality and fantasy is too real.

In order to avoid being sent to the gallows or burned by fire, Luther still endured it and buried himself in doing what he should do.

However, the experience of these two weeks made him feel a little regretful.

Throw the blood-stained saw into the tray beside him and randomly apply the stains on his hands to the white coat on his body.

Dr. Joseph first put his hand on the tip of the patient's nose and felt that he was still breathing, he said that the operation was successful.

Then, he instructed his other apprentice Carroll to help the patient apply herbs to bandage the wound, and then turned to look at Luther, who was holding a broken leg in his hand and inexplicably rosy face.

A satisfied smile appeared on Joseph's face.

Few people can maintain the physiological reactions that normal people should have when undergoing surgery themselves, so he was even more amazed at Luther's obvious manifestation of being uninfluenced by himself.

This is a natural surgical seedling!

This feeling is quite cunning when a person with a fleshy face and just chopped off one leg suddenly smiles at you.

Luther's thin body trembled, and his shoulders were slapped by Dr. Joseph's dirty hands.

"Luther, you're doing a great job, now, go and wash the saw and prepare for the next surgery."

"yes!"

Finally being able to withdraw from the suppressed environment, Luther felt lucky, but...

He glanced at the broken leg that he had placed on the tray, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

As for what he regrets, it is unknown.

Walking through a corridor full of filthy and pungent fishy smell, Luther came out of the clinic's door.

Not far from the front door is a well, and there is a wooden basin filled with clear water next to the well.

Throwing the saw into the wooden basin, Luther supported his hands on the rocks beside the well, gasping for breath.

Just now, when Dr. Joseph was patting his shoulder with his hand, his subjective consciousness actually had the urge to bite his palm and chew it in his subjective consciousness.

Obviously, my body is about to reach the threshold.

Luther shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel this abnormal thinking in his mind.

But this kind of thinking seems to be rooted in the depths of his heart.

When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with blood, which made his eyes look scarlet.

He covered his sleeves and looked around the crowd carefully. He suddenly squatted down, hid behind the stones, and quickly put his thumb into his mouth.

A row of sharp and sharp teeth directly tore the muscles on the edge of the thumb and sucked in small mouths.

This is the only way Luther can suppress the desire to devour.

But this is obviously a way to treat symptoms but not root causes, and it has already highlighted its side effects.

This state of Luther has happened more and more frequently recently, and the situation has become increasingly serious.

After a moment, Luther, whose eyes gradually returned to calm, looked at his disparate fingers, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but more of it was still more fortunate.

Fortunately, he found this compromise, otherwise he would be afraid of what he would do.

Fortunately, after this change, his body also undergoes some changes.

For example, the healing degree of the body is different from that of ordinary people.

Like a thumb being torn apart, it only takes a few seconds to recover. Of course, matter must abide by the rules of conservation of energy.

What the body's recovery will consume will be the energy or fat accumulated by Luther himself.

So this also led to Luther's appetite becoming stronger, but his body became thinner.

Hiding behind the stones and waiting for the fingers to recover, Luther began to clean the saw.

But not long after, he was attracted by the cry for help from the street.

"God, who will help me, help me save Claire!"

"He fainted after he got home this morning. Please, who can help me save him!"

Luther straightened his waist immediately, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the street not far away.

A woman wearing a gray linen gown, with red and swollen eyes, half-black and half-dried hair, and a tired face, was pushing a trolley and walking staggeringly on the street.

On the cart, a young man with a thin and cyan complexion was lying on the cart. He was breathing like a cow's panting.

After just a preliminary observation, Luther saw that the young man's trachea must have been blocked by sticky fluid. The first thing he did now should be to help him remove the laryngeal tracheotomy and install the corresponding intubation to help him breathe smoothly.

He put down the saw, wiped the clothes with both hands, took out a sharp knife from his arms, and picked a green grass rod growing by the well. This green vegetation, called green grass by the locals, has always been used to feed cows. Because the rhizomes are relatively thick, and following the working habits of a doctor, Luther used it as a spare for metal cannulation.

However, the sound from the other side made him stop his stepping foot.

"You crazy woman!"

"Get out of here quickly!"

"He is obviously suffering from plague. Do you want to kill us?"

"No, take him away quickly! Don't let him show up here!"

An elderly man sitting on the side of the road to make a living by shining shoes for others, then saw the man on the cart leaning side and vomiting a pile of dark green mucus towards the side of the road. Suddenly his face changed drastically and he cursed at the woman on the cart.

He swears and runs quickly towards the distance, no less than a young man.

After hearing the word "plague", the others on the roadside suddenly stopped their actions and ran towards their homes at the same time.

In just a few dozen seconds, the originally bustling streets suddenly disappeared.

“Drape?”

Luther said this term in his mouth, and finally held the saw and looked at the distance again with helpless eyes. After he seemed to be looking for Luther's help, he quickly walked into the clinic and closed the door of the clinic.

I just wanted to help because I was so excited that he didn't think too much about it.
Chapter completed!