Chapter 450 449 Weak Blood, Flying Machine? Extra Chapter for "Who Else Wants to Compete with Me" [1625]

Chapter 450 449. Blood is weak, and the machine is flying? - Added for the "Who else is competing with me" brother [1625]

"Ah."

Lieutenant Robinson felt a sharp pain.

He struggled in the confusion, and his soul, which seemed to have left his body, was pulled back to the world by some kind of power.

He groaned and tried to open his eyes in a daze.

"The chest and back were severely burned, and multiple debridements and special care were required. The internal organs were also damaged to a certain extent, but fortunately, Gebao performed a life transfer on him, which prevented him from entering the dilemma of organ failure.

The completely necrotic left arm needs to be completely amputated.

In addition, the bones in his back spine are damaged. According to my knowledge, this injury cannot be cured in such a simple environment, but perhaps you can come up with a plan?"

"Spinal fracture? Small problem, I can suture and heal it with ghost hair and hate glue, but I am old and weak, and my hands are not stable. I will teach you to operate this psychic technique. With your skills, you can definitely suture to perfection.

But before that, you have to cut open his entire back, and we have to check whether the psychic veins in his body are damaged."

The lieutenant could hear whispers around him.

It seemed that someone was talking beside him, and there was an uncomfortable feeling emerging from all around his body.

His last memory was fighting those damned skeletons in the sentry post in the swamp. When Major Rowan was about to be hit by the phosphorus explosion, he rushed forward and overwhelmed him without hesitation.

The memory after that was lost in chaos with intense pain.

This brave lieutenant thought that was the feeling of death, but it turned out that his life was far from over.

His duties to the king, the marshal and his superiors were not over yet.

Lieutenant Robinson defended Major Rowan so bravely not just because of his duty, but out of gratitude for General Soros's kindness.

He was once a poor boy from Bourbon, who could not read a word and had a bleak future in the Plantagenet Army. He was valued and trained by General Soros in the battle to attack the city of Xike, and was sent to the military academy by the general, which crossed the boundary between soldiers and officers.

Although he is only a lieutenant at present, his future has been lit up.

This favor from the superior made him determined to repay the general. Major Ron was the youngest son of General Soros. It was necessary for him to save the major, and he had no complaints even if he died for it.

However, the trajectory of fate never changes with the mentality and will of the person involved. For example, when Lieutenant Robinson, who would have been dead under normal circumstances, opened his eyes with difficulty while lying on the cold stone platform, he saw a young man wearing a mask standing beside him in his blurred vision.

There was a psychic light flickering above his head, and the dazzling person could not see clearly.

Because the burning injury from the phosphorus fire explosion made him very weak and even unable to move his neck, he could only vaguely see the latter holding a willow-like scalpel in his hand and cutting his skin, while on the other side of the operating table stood a guy with a face as haggard as a mummy, and his eyes were still burning with blue spiritual fire.

Undead!

This is an undead!

This is an enemy!

Lieutenant Robinson's confused mind tightened at this moment. He instinctively wanted to fight back, but before he shouted, he saw the undead mummy reaching out to him.

My vision darkened as the bandaged hand with a strange smell grew larger and larger, and my will was led back to chaos by some evil spiritual energy.

So, was I captured by the undead?

Damn it!

What about the major?

Should he be okay?

This was a question that was destined to have no answer. At this time, the busy pants-stripping demon Afeng beside the lieutenant glanced at the patient who was re-sleeping. He looked at the instructor Bella opposite and said:

"The effect of sleeping is so uncertain that it obviously cannot be used for emergency surgery. I think we still need to make anesthetics.

Surgery requires precision!

I can't allow my patients to suffer from this kind of uncertainty that should be controllable."

"However, the drug ingredients you gave are too complicated, and I can't understand those terms from other worlds at all."

The corpse witch Bella, who served as an assistant in the operation, complained:

"I can't understand the medical theories over there. I admit that death may have really taken away some of my wisdom, making me uninterested in those obscure terms and explanations.

But if it's just deep anesthesia, I have the shadow elves hunting here. The formula of pterosaur toxin used in hunting.

As long as I have the materials, I can prepare it.

It can achieve the controllable deep anesthesia effect you want. Can you tell me more about the concept of "skin grafting"? You just said that this kind of burn, which seems to me to be incurable, can be treated? "

"Well, in fact, the principle is not difficult."

The pants-stripping demon who was doing debridement with a whistle and gloves was like returning to his familiar operating room. While he skillfully treated the lieutenant's wound, he explained to his mentor in the other world:

"Because of the rejection reaction, we cannot get skin samples from others at will, but we can extract a sample from the lieutenant's other intact body parts and cultivate it in a special environment, and then use a complex surgical process with drug treatment to make his burned area grow skin again.

Later, with some cosmetic surgeries, he can return to the category of 'normal people'. Of course, it is basically impossible to return to his original appearance. "

"Uh-huh, on our side, injuries like this will go to bishop-level priests. They can use advanced healing techniques to regenerate the wound, and even the skin can grow back together."

The Corpse Witch snorted and defended:

"This is much more convenient than your complicated and cumbersome process."

"Yes, psychic energy and magic are such unreasonable things. It almost destroyed the worldview that I had built based on science in the first half of my life."

Afeng did not refute this point of view, but he shook his head and said:

"However, as far as I know, the number of bishops and priests on the entire continent who can easily perform advanced healing techniques does not exceed five hundred. A patient with a humble background like Ensign Robinson will never be able to come into contact with that circle in his life.

Even if a miracle happened and he found someone who could help him, the expensive offering would still be enough for him to choose to commit suicide.

Our technology is complex.

But as long as the process is smooth and as long as I can develop a simplified method based on local conditions, I can train many, many doctors.

One day, ordinary people will be able to undergo such surgery.

This is the meaning of the existence of medicine. Even with the special factor of psychic ability, ordinary doctors are still indispensable. "

"snort."

Bella, the corpse witch, did not agree with this argument.

It stopped arguing with its apprentice on the conceptual level and focused on observing A Feng's technique of debriding and suturing the patient.

It had to admit that Afeng's skills were even better than the lunatic constructor Lame Claw, no! The two are not techniques on the same level at all.

Compared with Ah Feng's artistically precise stitching at this time, Lame Claw's wide-opening and closing routine was more like slaughter.

Thirty minutes later, Afeng's operation was completed.

He put down his tools and took a few steps back to stretch his body. Corpse Witch Bella took over the rest of the work. It released a healing spell on the unconscious ensign. While waiting for the wound to heal, it used an imitation infusion tube to inject Afeng into the body. The alchemical nutrient solution prepared together with it was poured into the weak second lieutenant's body.

The chairs around the two people were filled with "the first batch of trainees from Transia Field Hospital". They observed the entire operation in complete silence as a training subject before they "went on duty".

On the second floor of this healing place, President Murphy and Natalie also watched the entire process.

"How about it?"

Murphy put his hands behind his back and said to Natalie who said nothing:

"My second warrior's performance is pretty good, right?"

“If this level of first aid and treatment can only be said to be ‘yes’, then I think most doctors on the entire continent have fallen into the category of ‘charlatans’.”

Natalie commented in a spicy tone:

"Your warrior's attainments and quality in the medical profession are enough to put King Louis's royal physician to shame. I have never seen so many skills involved in just simple wound cleaning and suturing.

Perhaps I should really take your advice and have the current healers and pastors of the Church of Avalon come and learn from Mr. Yang.

Especially his ideas in the medical field

If the bishop and pastor serve dignitaries, then the medical concept he represents is to completely serve the common people. Perhaps there is still a gap between the two in terms of effectiveness. However, this concept alone is worthy of recognition and learning by all believers of our God. . "

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

Murphy nodded and said to Natalie:

“The new Church of Avalon is the largest healing organization in the land of Transia, and your pastors have provided healing and help to many people in the territory in recent months.

However, their number is still too small, and the common people's occasional headaches and fevers cannot bother the distinguished priests and priests.

Therefore, I hope to take the ‘field hospital’ we are building as an opportunity to invite your priests and herbalists to join us.

Let's discuss the method of healing together and form a set of effective medical classics, which will allow us to use this as a teaching material to train more doctors and healers.

Just like this book”

The vampire lord took out a hand-written tome from his psychic bag and handed it to Natalie, who took it in her hand and glanced at it. The name of this tome was quite peculiar.

"The Barefoot Doctor's Manual?"

The president of the Adventurer's Guild said in surprise:

"What does this mean? The origin of this book is something from another world?"

"Well, this is the 'treasure' my warriors brought from their side."

Murphy explained with a subtle smile:

"This is a special strategy made by a great country in a special difficult time. This book records hundreds of prescriptions and treatment and prevention methods for various diseases. Of course, it cannot be used directly by us. After all, The environment and even the symptoms of symptoms in the two worlds are completely different.

It is of little use here, but this idea can be used for reference.

Of course, such a book cannot make an ordinary person become a good doctor overnight, but it can ensure that even ordinary people know how to save themselves in a crisis situation.

I hope to leave this matter to the Church of Avalon to complete, and I hope you can compile the same book under the guidance of Afeng. "

He looked at Natalie and said in a deep voice:

“I believe you can understand to what extent the Church of Avalon’s already poor reputation will be saved once this set of books is completed and sent to various parts of the continent following our footsteps.

I also believe that you have enough vision to see the importance of this matter to the entire continent and the faith of Avalon.

You want to save your faith and your church, and this is the best way to do it.

The church should take root among the common people, because you were born from the common people. You can serve the nobles, but that is not the future you should pursue.

An organization that is divorced from its grassroots level is like a tree without roots and will collapse with a slight push. "

"I can understand."

Murphy's words seemed to remind Natalie of some "painful" memories. The Witcher, who had been looking a little haggard recently, rubbed her brows and whispered:

“That bastard has been indoctrinating me with this idea all day long, and the scariest thing is that I can’t find any reason to refute him.

Even the most stubborn Eugene had been convinced by him. Under his suggestion, Eugene even began to summon priests from all over the country to prepare to modify the ancient "Avalon Codex" to make it more suitable for the development of the new era.

Aunt Jules regards him as a 'think tank' and is even considering appointing him as the permanent undersecretary of the Faith Management Office.

He also got me a new set of regulations for the Adventurer's Guild. I have to admit that this new set of rules will allow me to better manage my organization and even my church."

"Oh, are you talking about Mr. Crow?"

Murphy blinked and asked:

"Has he been doing odd jobs in the Adventurer's Guild lately?"

"It's not like he's doing odd jobs. He shoulders the expectations of Archon Miriam and Professor Malcolm, hoping that he can bring a code to this land. He needs a lot of information to help him complete this matter, and taking risks The resources held by the Association are exactly what he needs.”

President Natalie said with deep frustration:

"His name is my advisor, but in reality I feel like I've been 'emptied out'.

He has only been here for less than fifteen days, but the captains under my command are already acting according to his instructions. The most frightening thing is that after he took over the management, the work efficiency of the entire Adventurer Guild increased by more than 30%.

Lord Murphy, am I useless?

I feel like I have been crushed by Lord Crow in every aspect, except for force. Well, I can beat him, which is easy, but that means I admit the fact that I am far inferior to him in other aspects. "

"This is normal."

Murphy shrugged and said:

"People like Crow are elites in another world, one-in-a-million. You can't compare yourself with him.

The things he holds in his mind are enough to lure you away from the path you have chosen.

I hope you can stick to your heart, Natalie, you are always a believer, you have a responsibility to Avalon, and Crow is an unbeliever, and in a sense a quite 'terrible' unbeliever.

His previous profession was jokingly called "Devil's Advocate" in another world.

You can learn from him.

But don't let him interfere with your thoughts. Once you follow his train of thought, it means you will soon lose Avalon's favor.

Raven is undoubtedly making waves under Avalon's watchful eye.

But what he can't understand is that gods really exist in this world, and maybe he will be taught a lesson by Avalon soon. I think no matter how good-tempered the God of Nature is, he will not allow an unbeliever to dominate his temple on earth. "

While the two were talking, the situation in the treatment room below had changed.

After Afeng left with his apprentices, Earl Sharon, who came urgently after receiving the news, had already walked into the room with her apprentice, Brother Zhong, who was wearing a "capitalist suit".

Brother Zhongzhong also carried an engineering toolbox in his hand, and a set of drawing and design tools under his mechanical arm.

Little Earl Sharon was flying in the air and chattering to his best apprentice:

"This is the first implementation target of our 'disability insurance'. Although I think your previous proposal is a bad idea, I have to admit that if this system can operate normally, then I will be able to raise it soon. money to rebuild the city of Xico.

Since this is your first sample, you have to plan it carefully.

We, the master and the apprentice, are going to make a super powerful mechanical arm for this poor second lieutenant, so that the barbarians in the Plantagenet Kingdom can fully understand the beauty of machinery. "

"Yes, yes, I think so too!"

Brother Zhongzhong had an indescribable expression on his face.

He put the engineering tool box at hand, excitedly moved his eight mechanical fingers to take out the measuring tools, and began to measure various data on the unconscious Second Lieutenant Robinson's left arm to customize a suitable combat machine for him. arm.

Xiao Sharon, on the other hand, took out a set of structural diagrams of the robotic arm she designed in her spare time, and began to select and fine-tune them according to the data that Brother Zhongzhong kept giving.

"We want to declare to the soldiers through this war that machinery and steel are more useful than the weapons in their hands! This era may belong to psychic energy, but I am certain that the next era must be the era of machinery!"

Brother Zhongzhong said to Sharon while he was busy:

"This is the so-called 'flesh and blood are weak, and machines soar'! Soldiers who are still immersed in the realm of fighting bayonets and playing with guns will know sooner or later that only the combination of flesh and machinery is the only way to power and greatness.

Lieutenant Robinson's 'mechanical rebirth' will prove this!

Speaking of which, this guy's internal organs can also be replaced. Didn't the halflings have prototypes of 'iron lungs' and 'adrenaline pumps'?

Little mentor, can you get some?

Wouldn't it be a one-step process for us to transform this brave soldier into a 'medieval Evangelion'? Two hearts and three lungs, nineteen sets of transformation rituals, let him leap from a mortal to a super war god in one step.

Well, do you want to castrate his pain nerves?

Or give him a more powerful mechanical eye that can see through invisible things?

I think he will definitely need this. ”

"Hey! Wake up, Mr. Loyalty, those are the realms we can't reach yet! This time, just honestly replace him with a mechanical arm, and wait for Ms. Pallen to bring us back the machine tool and special tools, and then develop these 'advanced functions'. ”

"Oh, what a pity. But can we add a mantis knife or a missile launcher to his mechanical arm? Please, mentor. This is the last thing a pathetic middle-aged man like me can do!"

"Emmm, okay, then add one! There can only be one, don't mess around, Lieutenant Robinson is just an ordinary person, he can't bear so many transformations, if he really develops the kind of 'cyber psychosis' you told me about before, it will be the end of him."