Those who can arrive at the camp on time are considered the elite among the trialists. After the leader left, several people with ambitions and ideas came forward, trying to keep everyone, persuade them, and form an elite team.
However, the Bailang people were sleepy and were more alert than normal people. In addition, the bite on the calf was in urgent need of treatment, so they did not stop and went directly to the fourth floor of the building to seek treatment.
As soon as he left, the rest of the people dispersed and rushed into the building to seek help and treatment.
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The layout on the fourth floor is a bit like a private clinic. The lighting is bright and the environment is quiet. Because it is night, there are no people around. The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.
After consulting the girl on duty at the front desk, Bailang took out his 'identity card', completed the authentication registration, and was arranged to treatment room No. 04.
The room was small and divided into a consultation office and an attached surgical ward. Bai Lang saw from a standing angle that there was a bed and treatment equipment in the ward.
Sitting on the chair in the consultation room was an old white man with eye mucus in the corners of his eyes, hair as messy as weeds, and dozing off with his head down.
Bang bang!
Bailang knocked on the door gently, alerting the other party. Then, the old man put on the worn-out eyes hanging around his neck, straightened his neck and looked around. He stared at him for a long time, until his eyes regained focus, and he suddenly realized: "Is he a patient?
Please come inside, what's going on?"
During the inquiry, the peeved old man kept looking at him and asked: "Are you new here? I heard that a group of new people will arrive tonight, and it looks like you are the ones. Do you have money to see a doctor? If you don't have money, please go out automatically.
Don't disturb the old man's rest."
Bailang immediately handed the ticket issued by the front desk to the other party. After reading it, the old man no longer worried: "That's no problem. Tell me your problem. It's my bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded."
Bailang pulled off his T-shirt, revealing the scratch on his shoulder, and then lifted up his trousers, revealing the wound that was bandaged but still bleeding slowly: "On the way to the camp, I was attacked by a flying monster.
Attack; after that, the calf was bitten by a half-rotten living corpse dog..."
"Let me see."
The old man took out a pair of scissors and cut the bandage. Then he opened a bottle of alcohol and took a small sip. Then he became energetic and took another big sip. Then he turned into a watering can and sprayed Bailang's legs with his mouth to clean them and remove the blood.
The stain was wiped away. Then, he picked up the tweezers, roughly inserted into the wound, stirred and observed repeatedly. The pain made Bailang roll his eyes wildly, and couldn't help shouting: "It hurts, it hurts! It hurts!!"
"Well... the wound on the shoulder is not serious, but the claws of those scavenging birds are very dirty, they scratch feces and meat, and they carry a lot of bacteria. I guess it is infected! But compared to this small problem, your legs
The injury is more serious and you have been infected with corpse poison. The poison of the rotting corpse and the power of hell are spreading in your body. If not treated, you will become a freshly baked living corpse in about a week. There is a small chance that you will
Demonized and mutated, becoming a miscellaneous soldier of the evil camp."
"A week?" Bai Lang was a little surprised. Compared to zombies, these living zombies were so weak.
"What, is it too slow? You can also speed up the process of depravity and demonization by eating a large amount of monster corpses, and at the same time, you can also improve the physical fitness of the living corpse to a certain extent." The old man explained slowly.
The more Bailang listened, the more something was wrong. He coughed lightly and said, "Um...I'm here to treat you."
The old man glanced at him coldly: "Two treatment options, cheap injections and medicine, holy water disinfection, and suture wounds. Three silver coins are enough, but the recovery period is relatively long, and it can be cured in about a week. If you are willing to spend an extra 10
For silver coins, I can use the 'healing potion' to speed up the healing of the wound, and I will recover after going back to sleep. You choose..."
"Uh...injection, medicine and suturing?!" Bai Lang looked at the various modern treatment instruments in the ward, but he always felt that there was something weird there, and the style of the painting was a bit inconsistent.
"Is there any problem?" The old man scraped off the eye mucus from the corner of his eyes and bounced it on the wall behind him. He became more and more energetic, showing an extraordinary look, like a hidden NPC.
Brother Lang could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked: "This is not magic at all. Is there no healing spell?"
"Of course there is, but it's more expensive, and I can't do it. If you are willing to spend money, isn't the 'healing potion' a magic item? Even cheap treatments use 'holy water'. This thing is very magical.
." The old man looked at him with a strange look, as if he had never seen such a mentally retarded patient.
Bailang didn't care, and asked shamelessly: "Aren't you a member of the medical department? Don't you have the power to master spells?"
"I only know a few small tricks, and I can't be considered a magician. After I was eliminated from the 'Necromancer Certification' exam, I switched to the medical industry. The quality of newcomers nowadays is getting worse and worse, and this common sense is no longer good.
No? Hurry up and decide which treatment plan to choose?"
The old man urged impatiently.
Bailang quickly replied: "Expensive!"
"That's pretty much it. Just lie down and don't move. I'll go prepare it for you."
The old man pointed to the simple 'hospital bed + operating table', and then started to work on his own.
He quickly took out a set of surgical equipment, put on rubber gloves, and expertly cleaned the wound and sterilized it. This time he did not spray it with his mouth. After cutting off the necrotic tissue, he roughly poured a bottle of water into the wound.
The highly alcoholic 'holy water', the sour and hot taste, made Bailang scream in pain.
Although he couldn't see the wound when he was lying on his back, he felt as if he had been splashed with strong acid, and the wound made a "sizzling" sound.
"Don't make trouble, bear with it! With this little injury, you scream like a bitch. Holy water can remove evil forces, don't you think it's great? Listen to this beautiful sound!"
After a series of operations were completed, the old doctor began to suture the leg wound, his style still rough but fast. Finally, he took out a bottle of dark red medicine that was thick and turbid, like semi-coagulated blood, from the drawer, inserted the needle, and drew out half of the tube.
The old man inserted the needle into the sutured wound and began to push the injection. Bai Lang immediately felt a cool, numb and itchy feeling inside the wound, which was very comfortable, as if the flesh and blood were crawling and healing, a hundred times stronger than the 'sulfuric acid holy water'.
"What's this?"
"The healing potion! It contains rich life energy, extracted and purified from the hearts of those fallen demons. Whether taken internally or applied externally, it can speed up the healing of injuries." The old man lowered his head to treat the wound and explained absentmindedly.
"Why not just use it? Wouldn't it be unnecessary to suture the wound?"
"Of course it's to save costs. For your minor injury, if you drink it directly, it will only take one bottle to recover. But I only used 1/10 of the dose and it was cured. The same wound is treated and then used, not only
It saves money and has better results. On the contrary, for serious trauma, if you take it directly without treatment, it will heal quickly, but during the regeneration process, the blood, flesh and nerves will be incorrectly connected to form necrosis, resulting in serious hidden injuries."
As he spoke, the old man treated Bailang's other injuries, not even missing the bite mark on his palm: "Thank you for your patronage. It's a total of 20 silver coins. Pay by swiping your card. You're welcome. Don't take a shower. Just go back and take a nap."
Feeling the numbness all over his body, Bai Lang felt much more at ease, and he also had a good impression of this grumpy old man who saved lives and healed the wounded. He had no plans for the future, but suddenly he felt that being a doctor was a very good profession.
So he blurted out and asked: "Can I learn medical skills from you?"
"If you are interested, I don't mind teaching you some tricks, but this is for a fee, and it is not an 'extraordinary ability'. Of course, if you are interested in the 'Necromancer', I have basic enlightenment textbooks here
.Medicine is the basis of necromancy. A good doctor may not be a mage, but a necromancer must be a good doctor! I am probably the only one who has access to medicine in the entire camp. After you go back, spread the word and recommend it to your companions. Well done, in the future.
I’ll give you a discount on medical treatment.”
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Bai Lang, who was fucked out of the ward by the old man after paying the fee, still felt weird. Shouldn't learning about magic and inheritance be a test for many times and destroy one's own treasure?
Why is it that you only need to pay a fee, but you are also required to promote it to others?