Chapter 34: Forensic doctors are also doctors

  After Koronwi boiled the "surgical instruments" in a large pot and found some barely suitable thread for sewing living people from the tailor's shop, Rovi performed suture surgery on those wounded without saying a word.

  Without anesthesia, Luo Wei could only let people give the seriously injured a swig of strong liquor one by one to alleviate the severe pain caused by the subsequent cleaning of the wound and surgery.

  After stitching up each wounded soldier, Luo Wei would take out the Holy White Night Badge and release a first-order holy spell to dispel diseases from within it, then use white gauze to layer by layer bandage.

  A doctor's heart is like a parent's; a forensic doctor is also a doctor.

  At least, that's what Rove thought, even though he had previously killed a fire mage to save his life and several defeated Blood Blade thieves who tried to intercept him.

  Killing is for self-preservation, saving lives is for self-realization. These two things are not contradictory in Luo Wei's heart.

  The only problem was that the strong smell of blood and flesh emanating from the wounded men made Rovi's zombie instincts stir.

  If it weren't for the Saint White Night emblem that always radiates a brilliant and sacred aura, every time Rovi couldn't control his undead instincts, it would automatically emit a scorching heat that made him sober, Rovi might have really done something like biting people and eating flesh like an undead.

  Among all the wounded being rescued, the most severely injured one was Sakuradin, the Awakened of the Aragami bloodline, and his flesh and blood smell was what almost made Rouvi lose control.

  Luckily, the self-made mask covered most of his face, and the Saint White Night badge once again reliably and timely triggered a sobering effect, helping Luo Wei to resist the zombie's instinctive control over his soul and body, otherwise he might have exposed everything.

  The flesh and blood of Awakened Bloodlines have a stronger allure effect on zombies.

  After regaining his sanity, Luo Wei came to this conclusion.

  "Suturing wounds can only deal with external injuries, dispelling plague treatments can't cure burns from fire magic, so I'm powerless to help the remaining wounded."

  Because he had been doing wound suturing work for several hours in a row, Luo Wei's spirit also seemed somewhat tired. After finishing the last lightly wounded soldier who needed suturing, he said to slave trader Colen Wirth:

  "Mr. Luo, the witch doctor, what you're doing now is already making me extremely grateful! I've arranged for a temporary resting room, please go and rest, it's in that house to the south, on the second floor..."

  Korrenwei, the slave trader who had been assisting Rovi all along, although not much less exhausted than Rovi, immediately showed a grateful smile towards Rovi at the first opportunity after Rovi spoke.

  At least this time, the slave trader Kolenwe didn't have any pretenses. He had never thought that a supposedly fearsome necromancer would be more diligent and responsible than the hot spring pastor in treating the wounded.

  Korren Wei, a slave trader, had never heard of anyone who, after obtaining the precious and invaluable Holy Night Badge, would use it as an ordinary healing tool to repeatedly dispel diseases for lowly unrelated people!

  What kind of noble soul can do such a thing?

  Korren Wei, the slave trader, felt extremely ashamed because he thought he had seriously misunderstood the noble Mr. Rovi's intentions and believed that Mr. Rovi had taken little Felicia out of Nasserai Mine Village for impure purposes.

  More grateful to Rouvi than the slave trader Colenwi were those who, before undergoing the surgery, were extremely nervous, fearing that they would become the raw material for Rouvi's experiments with necromancy, but after undergoing the surgery found themselves much better off.

  When Luo Wei used the brilliant sacred technique to dispel the plague one by one, the warm and radiant light not only dispelled the possible bacteria on the wounded, but also the distrust and fear of Luo Wei, a ghostly wizard, in their hearts.

  It must be said that in the world of Aethoria, where gods stand tall, the Radiant Lord's ability to have the most followers and a strong position is not without reason - as a wise tribe that has just emerged from darkness and ignorance, the radiant light will make them feel naturally close and trustworthy.

  So when distrust and fear were dispelled by the brilliant light, the wounded men's image of and attitude towards Luo Wei collectively turned into a heart of gratitude similar to worship.

  Rovin, the traveler, was not aware of the situation at the bottom layer of Aethereia. How could those wounded people living in the lower layers be unaware? With the injuries they had suffered, if they did not receive timely treatment from the priest, it was likely that severe purulent infections would occur.

  In this world where severe sepsis is tantamount to a death sentence, sepsis means they will be unable to continue working, being unable to work means being abandoned, and being abandoned means... the destruction of a family.

  Exhausted Rovi didn't notice these, he used sacred techniques to dispel the plague because there were no antibacterial or antiviral drugs on hand, it was just a helpless move.

  "Mr. Korner, you must arrange for this large sickroom to be swept regularly, and a cauldron of vinegar is to be boiled in the room; also all water used by the wounded for drinking or other purposes must be boiled... Do you remember all this? These things are to be strictly observed."

  Lovi, with a strong and authoritative attitude as the chief physician, gave orders to Kolrenwei, who was treated like an intern nurse.

  The slave trader nodded repeatedly, patting his chest to indicate that he would absolutely not make a mistake.

  And so, under the grateful and admiring gaze of the wounded men, Luo Wei finally walked out of the operating room cum ward with satisfaction.

  Rovi didn't return to his own room, but instead dragged his tired body and "stumbled" to the single ward where Cynthia, the leader of the slave merchant's guard, was located.

  At Rovi's request, the door to Cynthia's private room was left open so that Rovi could see clearly that Cynthia lay motionless on a simple bed in the room and had not yet been able to wake up from her coma.

  Luó Wéi walked into the ward and stood in front of Xīn Sī Yuè's bed, he finally got a clear look at Xīn Sī Yuè's delicate oval face.

  If you just look at her face, Cynthia looks more like a beautiful and sunny little girl next door, rather than an assassin who walks in the dark and kills enemies with a poisoned blade.

  It's a harsh reality that some people can indulge in extravagant lifestyles while others have to struggle hard just to make ends meet.

  However, Luo Wei just let out a faint sigh in his heart and then shifted his gaze to the left side of Cincia's pillow, where a worn-out copy of "The Book of Gradual Death" was placed.

  "Little girl, I won't take away this 'Book of Gradual Death' that already belongs to you now. I just need to borrow it for a moment."

  Rovin whispered something in his heart to Cynthia, held his breath and leaned down, stretching out his hand towards the "Book of Gradual Death" beside Cynthia's pillow.

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