It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 548: Can the orcs who are about to be transformed by the vampires be saved?
Chapter 548: Can the orcs who are about to be transformed by the vampires be saved?
What happened?
A fight started?
Is anyone injured or dead?
Gretel jostled each other and hurried forward. After running a few steps, Cerira caught up from behind and lifted his elbow. Gretel immediately felt like he was flying in the clouds, and his whole body was floating.
He was led by Cerela and ran forward without touching the ground. He walked through the corridor, crossed the atrium, and went around the corner of the house. In the distance, several lighting spells rose up, illuminating the flowers and the pool, enjoying the joy.
The men and women dispersed in pairs.
...It seems that there are quite a lot of people looking for fun outside the banquet hall...So is this also looking for fun and overturning...
Gretel thought about catching up quickly. Under the light of the illumination, a group of big guys moved forward quickly in a jumble of steps. The back of Marquis Tergu's tuxedo was flying, which was particularly eye-catching...
"What a useless ally! Turning our noble priest into a blood servant, we can't afford this kind of ally!"
From a distance, the orc prince's scolding voice came over with great vigor:
"Priests are servants of the God of War! They are sacrosanct! Making them blood servants is an insult to the entire orc race!"
"It's not a blood servant... it's a descendant..."
"Snapped!"
There was an explosion. I don't know if it was a slap, a fist, or something else. In short, a vampire flew out high, drew an arc, and landed squarely at Gretel's feet.
Grete lowered his head and looked, my dear, my jaw is twisted to the back! If the cervical vertebra is so crooked, is he dead?
Then he saw the vampire put his hands on the ground, groaning, and pulling himself up. His eyes were blurred, and he smiled when he saw him, as if he didn't seem to be in any pain...
Okay, the vampires have different physiques. After being beaten into such a bad shape, they may not really need saving. Gretel kept walking and continued to run forward, when he heard chaos in front of him:
"Go away! This is it, let me give her a good time!"
This was the roar of some orc prince;
"Let's find a way to save her first..."
This is the low and gentle persuasion of Archmage LeBron;
"No! Your Highness! Let me save her! Save her!"
This was the desperate cry of some orc warrior;
"I can take back the true blood, but if I take it back now, she will definitely die..."
This is the low-pitched explanation of Marquis Turgu...
"Go away! Orc priests would rather die than become a vampire!"
There were so many people talking and the noise was overwhelming. If the decibel level in the banquet hall is 60, then the decibel level here is probably over 90.
Grete dragged Cerela or was dragged by Cerela, and got into the crowd to take a look. He saw a red-haired girl lying on the ground. She was breathing more and less, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and she was about to die.
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Another orc jumped on her, blocking her with the furious orc prince with his body, begging. His big gray tail swept around. Looking at the ears and tail, it seemed that he was either a wolf or a dog?
Gretel subconsciously assessed the girl's situation. Her face was pale and her breathing was weak...
There are two tooth marks on the carotid artery, which are bright red in color and look like they have just healed...
It was obvious that he was in hemorrhagic shock, so the vampire who was knocked out just now was the one causing the trouble?
Grete reflexively wanted to pounce down to check her, but could not resist it easily. After walking around half a circle, he went over and asked Archmage Leblanc:
"Can you save her?"
"It's too difficult..." Archmage LeBron shook his head, with a tired look on his face. We had already talked about it, why did this happen all of a sudden?
The orcs are fierce and the vampires are proud. If they really start to fight, the alliance they just negotiated will collapse immediately...
"She lost too much blood. Only by successfully embracing her for the first time can she survive. If the true blood is taken away, she will die immediately! And the healing spell cannot be used. If the true blood conflicts with the healing spell, she will die immediately!"
"Let me try?"
Gretel was unwilling to give in. Hemorrhagic shock meant that the person was not dead yet, so he could still be rescued. Besides, if the rescue was unsuccessful, wouldn't it just be death?
Archmage LeBron was silent.
Allowing the girl to die and the agreement to collapse would be detrimental to the Parliament;
Let Gretel give it a try. If it fails, the probability of failure is very high and it will be detrimental to the council. The orcs who have lost the priest may not necessarily think that Gretel is well-intentioned, and there is a high possibility of anger;
If Gretel is not allowed to try, he has already proposed it, and if he stops it himself, what will the orcs think? Will they think that the council is standing idly by?
While hesitating and pondering, Gretel had already taken a step forward and faced the orc prince directly. He stared into the prince's eyes, opened his arms, and stood between him and the vampire girl:
"Can you let me try to save him? If he just lost too much blood, I just saved one a few days ago!"
"That's right, he just saved one!"
Viscount Sebesh emerged from nowhere to testify. The orc prince's brows were filled with anger, he looked at Gretel, and then forcibly suppressed his anger:
He knew this healer. It was this one who cut open the chest of his attendant and brother, the werewolf Simon, and saved the person from death. Now, he opened his mouth to save the person...
"Please." The orc prince's voice was low, and he extended his hand to the ground. "Please use your methods to your heart's content without any worries... If you don't succeed, the orcs will also be grateful for your help."
Grete nodded and rushed down to check. The red-haired girl was wrapped in a sheet, and it seemed that she was only wrapped in this sheet. A big fiery red tail was exposed from under the sheet, which was plump, shiny, and smooth...
Fox people?
Grete's mind was spinning rapidly. Speaking of which, what blood type does the fox have...
"Hurry up and call everyone in! All your subordinates!" He turned around and ordered the orc prince. His tone was decisive and without hesitation. After speaking, he flipped through the space bag and started to take out things:
"Serila, carry her into the room! Your Excellency, Archmage, please clear the place and no one else comes in! Your Excellency, Marquis, when I say yes, I ask you to take out the true blood!"
The silver dragon girl responded, then yanked the orc lying on the red-haired girl away from her. She picked up the fox-man girl with both hands, looked around, and ran to the nearest room.
Grete followed behind and quickly took out Ringer's solution, needles, and seeds. Alas, the ion content and osmotic pressure of the orc's blood have not been measured before. Now, they can only be used as doctors.
No, a dead fox becomes a living fox doctor!
He raised his hand, and a flotation device wrapped around the salt water bottle and floated high. One end of the vine penetrated the bottle, and the other end was connected to the needle. With a touch, the needle penetrated the shriveled blood vessel, and Ringer's solution was immediately injected.
"Your Highness the Prince! Are your people here? Quick, let me take a blood type test!"
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