Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 45 45. Surgery
"Alan! Where are you? Something happened, go and get the package I left at your house! Quick!"

Lane's boat almost crashed into the small pier of Oridon.

The surrounding villagers looked at the fishing boat belonging to Bernie in astonishment.

The bottom of the small boat was already scarlet from the bleeding of the two people.

Several village women surrounding Mrs. Downer anxiously stepped forward to say something.

But seeing Bernie's pale face, they stopped hesitantly.

It can be seen that they have serious things to talk about, but for a while, they can't tell which one is more important than Bernie at this time.

Lane is only one person, and he has only one person's energy.

Lan En, who dragged Bernie onto the pier, didn't even notice that there were so many people watching, which was abnormal in normal times.

"My God! I'm going, Bernie! I'm going!"

Old Allen had a bitter face, but now he was even more frightened. His old legs moved quickly, and he rushed back with the alchemy leather bag in less than half a minute.

"Find some men and stand around me with torches."

Lan En took the alchemy leather bag and began to rummage inside, while making 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 at this time and followed it immediately.

After greeting a few people, they formed a circle holding torches.

The arrowhead of the crossbow has been completely buried in Bernie's stomach. From the old Allen's knowledge, this is already a fully movable corpse.

But Lan En is a witcher!Maybe?right?

Maybe!
Lan En took out a bundle of small and exquisite knives from the alchemy leather bag.

That was the knife set he commissioned Ivan to forge. The first user of this thing should have been himself.

"Come closer with the torch."

Lane took off his studded leather gloves, and his steel bracers.

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

It is similar to operating next to an alcohol lamp in a biological experiment.

Lan En needs to perform a surgical operation for Bernie immediately, even if there is no surgical environment, he must go into battle immediately.

He can't wait!
Even Bernie's lips are pale now.

Lan En took out another brown wine bottle from the alchemy leather bag.

Redanian herbal wine, often used as the alcohol base for witchers to make potions, is an out-and-out high-strength wine.

Although it is more appropriate to use pure distilled dwarf spirits at this time, rather than herbal wine, but still the same sentence-too late.

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

"Mentos, correct double vision for me."

The movements were methodical, and after starting the operation steps, Lan En forced himself to get out of his impatience.

The brain, which has been perfused with 70% proficiency in a short period of time, has a stress response, and afterimages in the visual field are just a normal item.

The biological intelligence brain completed the task in the blink of an eye.

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

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

The elder of the village looked at Bernie worriedly for a while, and then cast a sympathetic look at Mrs. Downer who was sitting slumped on the ground next to him.

He opened his mouth to speak to the busy Lan En, but Mrs. Downer raised her hand to hold his forearm and squeezed it.

Mrs. Downer shook her head slightly with her drooping head.

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

Lan En's hands are very steady, everyone who has seen his swordsmanship can't help but say so.

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

He manipulated delicate knives, cut open the skin, fat, muscle, pulled open the internal organs, and went deep into Bernie's abdominal wound layer by layer until the depth where the arrow was protruding.

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

Lan En breathed a sigh of relief when the scalpel touched the arrowhead of the crossbow bolt, giving off a metal-to-metal touch.

There was no stench of poop, and the arrow was lucky not to rip through Bernie's bowels.

If the intestinal tract is damaged and feces enter the abdominal cavity, it means that this friend of Lan En will have a 100% probability of facing the greatest enemy of ancient surgery-wound infection.

In normal ancient surgery, the probability of no wound infection is about [-]%.

In any case, Bernie's survival rate has surpassed most of the wounded in this era.

Lan En took out the arrow while trying not to cause secondary damage, and cleaned the wound with highly potent herbal wine.

The cause of the bleeding was that a vein in the abdominal cavity was cut, and the young man sewed it up in time.

During the final stitches, Lane breathed a sigh of relief as alcohol-soaked needles were sewn into the wound.

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

Old Allen tentatively moved two steps towards Lan En, and seeing that the young man didn't stop him, he knew that it was probably all right now.

Lan En's back, which had been straight all the time, also relaxed and bent slightly when he got to the last few stitches.

"The bleeding has stopped. If Bernie doesn't have a fever today and tomorrow, the rest is rest."

Lan En felt that Old Allen came here to ask about the situation.

This old man has lived in Waylon all his life. In terms of knowledge, he really doesn't see as many traveling merchants, nobles, and knights.

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

The fishing boat that went out, the owner of the boat came back with a crossbow arrow in his stomach, no matter how you look at it, it can't be an accident, right?
Waylon's environment is indeed dangerous, but it's not so scary, and it's not a time of war.

So after explaining Bernie's situation, Lan En was going to explain today's situation to Old Allen.

When young people think about it, this should be the most concerned thing of the village elders.

But the young man with a slightly bent back and a relaxed expression immediately vetoed his judgment after seeing the expression on Old Allen's face.

There was no questioning doubt on the old man's face, but the anxiety and panic that had not dissipated.

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

It was the fishing village when I went into the water to work, and the pier was actually full of people, which is not normal at all.

Old Allen pursed his lips and approached Lan En, with cautious persuasion in his eyes.

Persuade?for me?
why?
Lan En's amber cat eyes swept around, and Mrs. Downer, who was sitting slumped holding a small cloth bag, naturally came into view.

A terrible conjecture quietly penetrated into Lan En's heart.

"It's not your fault, Lan En." Old Allen's lips were murmured for a long time, and these words popped out.

"We are all responsible."

The young man looked at him with cat eyes, and the vertical pupil in the middle shrank into a slit almost instantly!

These words were not aimed at [Bernie was shot by an arrow], Lan En felt it keenly.

"Old Allen, what do you mean?"

Relaxing the slightly bent back slowly straightened again, and the breath of relief was held again almost instantly.

The old man held his pipe tightly in his hand.

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

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