High Above

  Chapter 479 I don't care about your pain and future (33)

"There are quite a few restaurants in the imperial capital." When he walked out of the cafe with Huaan and Shuangdie, Ian was still in a relaxed mood: "It seems that if you are rich enough, you can eat in this place alone. Eat food from all over the world."

  But soon, he couldn't feel relaxed.

  Because Ian saw a car accident.

   That happened in the sixth floor area.

  The east side of the sixth floor area is the area where a large number of civil affairs agencies are located, while the west side is the storage area, so there are often transport convoys to transport supplies.

  The world of Terra even has such things as armor, so it is unrealistic to say that there are no cars.

However, there is no road network running through the country in various parts of Terra. Even if there is, because of monsters and various strange natural disasters, the countries cannot maintain this stable transportation network, so so far, the alchemy car None developed on a large scale.

  It can only be used in the city. Once it is out of the city network, there will be no cars at all. It is not as cost-effective as Terra's dragon horses and camel beasts.

  Of course, this is just an ordinary scooter...For the military industry, armored transport vehicles that can transport large amounts of materials across terrain, are stable and have a certain self-protection capability have always been in demand, so they are quite developed in this regard.

   It was a quasi-military transport vehicle that caused the accident. It did not have the heavy outer armor that needs to be equipped outside the city, but increased its cargo capacity. Looking at the route, it took materials from the storage area and transported them to other places.

   Probably when turning a corner, the transport vehicle didn’t notice the pedestrians beside it, and pedestrians probably don’t see this kind of vehicle very often.

   And this kind of car that is more than three meters high and more than ten meters long... In just a moment, people are sucked into the tires.

   That is to say, the driver stopped in time, and the middle-aged man who was scratched was just crushed with two legs, and was thrown heavily on the ground and passed away in shock.

  The screaming had stopped, and the crowd of onlookers had partly retreated, and there was only a strange smell of blood on the street.

The cries of a man and a woman were no longer as heart-rending as they were at the beginning, and they even stopped crying. The driver observed the coma with a worried face, but he didn't dare to treat him, so he could only discuss with his companions and ask them to hire someone. Come and see...or pick up the dead bodies and the mess.

   But man is not dead yet.

   This is the first thing Ian saw when he arrived at the sixth floor area.

   Frowning slightly, Ian pushed through the crowd. After seeing the situation, he immediately understood what was going on.

   "I didn't expect such a thing..." "Father, this man is dying..."

  He looked at the surprised expressions of Hua An and Shuang Die, then looked around the crowd, and found that no one came forward, most of them were just watching with regret or regret.

  Ian decided to step forward.

The boy took out a few bottles of alchemy potions from his pocket, some of which were just substrates, and he manipulated the liquids with source matter, allowing them to be quickly fused in mid-air for deployment—some potions don’t last long after they’re prepared, especially those that can treat serious injuries The potion's potency will be halved when it loses its activity.

But before that, he took out the steel pattern sword first, and then covered the complex blade surface with a layer of ice to form a smooth ice blade—he directly chopped off the victim's thigh and the flesh that had become part of the ground He used half a bottle of medicine to cover the wound, and then used ice to stop the bleeding.

   Next, he injected the remaining half bottle of powerful healing potion into the victim's artery.

   "This way, I will save my life for the time being. Interesting, it turns out that healing potions work on ordinary people like this..."

  Ian squinted his eyes, hiding the light of the silver chip.

  He was sure that the vital signs of the man in front of him had begun to recover—the victim suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, which was actually the effect of his respiratory system beginning to recover, and those injured internal organs were being repaired by highly effective healing agents.

"Amazing!"

   "Which alchemist is this? A bottle of potion can bring people back to life!"

   "How much does this potion cost? I remember that a general strong healing potion costs more than 30 talers..."

   "My glory! Thank you! I'm really sorry, I really didn't expect someone to avoid it..." This is the voice of the driver. He is obviously relieved, but still a little scared.

  Running over someone is not the same as getting run over. The latter is just a driving error and not necessarily all the driver's fault. The former would have cost him his job anyway.

   But this is not out of danger, it can only be said that it can last until the arrival of professional medical personnel.

  Ian is going to continue to take some treatment measures. The goblin's ability to control water is quite strong in this regard, which can ensure that the patient does not lose a lot of blood.

   But at this moment, the boy faintly heard a voice.

   Don't save.

  Ian heard such a voice.

  He sensed the source of the sound, so he turned his head and looked at the boy and girl behind him.

   This is a young man who is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and a girl who is about six or seven years old.

The girl's health is not very good, her eyes are closed at this moment, tears keep streaming down, but she doesn't have the strength to cry out, while the young man hugs his younger sister tightly, he stares at his father's body in front of him, but forcibly holds back his tears, Just eyes are red.

  He was wearing a narrow-sleeved white shirt, which was slightly yellowish, and the man under him who was seriously injured and dying was also dressed similarly. Even the little girl's plaid skirt seemed to be cut and sewn from a larger dress.

  Ian somewhat understood why he heard such a voice. He had already thought about many things, such as the consequences of his actions.

  He actually knew it from the beginning, but…

  When he really faintly heard the words 'don't save', the boy still subconsciously felt that this might be an auditory hallucination caused by his tinnitus.

   It's just, unfortunately, it's not an auditory hallucination.

  In fact, this young man with his head down, most likely from the countryside of the Quinol Plain outside the lower city of the imperial capital, was whispering these words.

   "It can't be cured... This is a crushing injury, Dad... Dad survived, and he is also a disabled person..."

The young man bit his lip, even biting blood, he gave himself pain like this, bowed his head and knelt on the ground, hugged his sister, and softly said to Ian's armor: "Please, knight...don't save daddy...please I beg you, please..."

   "I have to take good care of Shalan... Please, knight, I can't take care of the two of you... The family still needs to cultivate land, and I'm already in debt for applying for a temporary residence permit this time..."

"If Sharan and I can still afford it, then we can live next to the imperial capital, and my mother's grave won't be removed... At least Dad can stay with Mom... Please, knight... "

   "Please... woo... don't... help..."

  The words were upside down, and in the end, he really couldn't support it. The young man who was almost speechless could only hug his sister, bursting into tears, not daring to approach Ian.

  —They dare not approach a sublimator, an alchemist.

   "Knight, please..."

   And at this moment, the silent Ian heard another hoarse voice.

  The man who had regained some consciousness opened his eyes slightly. He didn't actually say this sentence at all, it was just a whisper in Ian's ear after the silver chip analyzed his muscle movements and emotional changes.

   At first, the whisper he heard was like this.

   "Knight, please, don't save me..."

"Ugh."

  Ian sighed, he couldn't help but think of Qing Chao.

Qingchao's father was like this. The veteran retired and was gradually dragged to death by secret injuries. He didn't dare to treat him before he died, because if he didn't start the treatment, he could barely hold on. Lose all the wealth in the family.

  Advanced regeneration potion? Not to mention the price... How can a retired veteran of the first energy level who is targeted have a channel to buy it? Just as some families can't afford the money, but they can't go to big cities and find a good enough doctor to receive proper treatment.

  Qing Chao needed to lay the foundation for his own future and his son's future at that time, and the man chose the latter.

  —Sometimes death pays off. Whether it is on the battlefield or on weekdays, pensions and follow-up compensation may not necessarily allow relatives to live comfortably in this life, but they can help them survive the most difficult period of losing their loved ones... On the contrary, those who return from disability do not get much. money, but also spend a long time and money to treat.

   This is what Ian said when he was chatting with Qing Chao in Port Harrison, the swordsman of sea origin said when he looked at the sea.

  His tone had a misty taste like waves: "I don't know what my father thought at that time. I'm still thinking about how to refute the old man's **** words...It's a pity that I am too weak."

   "Ian...I can't refute that statement."

  —and I can argue.

Therefore, in response to the pleadings of young and middle-aged people, Ian showed a calm smile: "Listen, two, counting this lovely lady, there are three. I don't care whether you will suffer in the future or not. To be sucked into the vortex... Honestly, I don't care about that, and I don't care."

   "Just now, I see someone who can be rescued in front of me, and I can save... Not to mention other things, my child is still by my side, so I have to do it."

   Saying so, he took out a bottle of bright green potion from his pocket, and then a bottle of light white potion. Ian poured the latter into the former, and then stirred it with source quality.

   This is a regeneration potion. An elite potion that is enough to regenerate damaged limbs, and also has a great effect on sublimated people.

  Ian poured this bottle of regeneration potion into the mouth of the middle-aged man: "Patients who almost killed themselves, and children who are too stupid to hold their own father, are not qualified to give me advice."

  After finishing, he stood up and shook his head slightly: "Take it as an experiment. Brothers and sisters over there, your father was forced by me to perform human experiments on new therapeutic agents. Remember to report the results to me later."

   "If the effect is good, and the Alchemy Association recognizes my patent, you can also get a reward."

   Before the dazed brothers and sisters behind him could understand what he said, Ian raised his head and looked behind the crowd who were still praising and amazed.

   There, a group of people was approaching quickly, and the leader was a rather young noble—his expression was irritated and veiled with anger, and there was a radiant priest among the medical staff behind him.

   Not slow. But still a bit late.

   When the original victim might have died without Ian's intervention, the medical staff of the sixth floor area and the manager who dealt with the car accident came.

   Today is also 9000 words, ask for a monthly ticket~

  (end of this chapter)