Dimensional Corruptor

Chapter 19 Hidden NPCs!Necromancer clues?
Those who can arrive at the camp on time are considered the elite among the trialists.After the leader left, several ambitious and thoughtful people stood up, trying to keep everyone, persuading them, and forming an elite team.

However, Bailang people were sleepy and tired, and their alertness was higher than normal people. In addition, the calf bite was in urgent need of treatment, so they did not stop and went directly to the fourth floor of the building to seek treatment.

As soon as he left, the rest of the people also scattered.They all rushed into the building to seek help and treatment.

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The layout of the fourth floor is somewhat like a private clinic, with bright lights and a quiet environment, because it is night and there are no people.The smell of disinfectant was in the air.

After consulting the girl on duty at the front desk, Bailang took out the 'identity card' to complete the authentication and registration, and was assigned to the No. 04 treatment room.

The room is not large, divided into an office for consultation and an attached surgical ward.Looking at Bailang from a standing angle, there is a hospital bed and treatment equipment in the ward.

Sitting on the chair in the consultation room was an old white man who was dozing off with his head down and his hair was messy like weeds.

Boom!

Bai Lang knocked on the door lightly, alarming the other party.Then, the old man put on the worn-out eyes hanging around his neck, straightened his neck and looked left and right, staring at him for a while, until his eyes regained focus, and then he suddenly realized: "Is it a patient? Please, what's the situation?"

During the interrogation, the old man with eye feces kept looking at him, and asked again, "Are you new here? I heard that a group of new people will arrive tonight, so it looks like it's you. Do you have money to see a doctor? If you don't have money, please go out automatically. Don't disturb the old man's rest."

Bailang immediately handed a bill from the front desk to the other party, and the old man didn't worry after reading it: "This way, there is no problem, tell your problem, and it is my duty to save the dying."

Bai Lang tore off his T-shirt, revealing the scratches on his shoulders, and then lifted the corners of his trousers to reveal the wounds that were wrapped in bandages, but still bleeding slowly: "On my way to the camp, I was hit by a flying monster. attacked; after that, the calf was bitten by a half-rotten corpse dog..."

"Let me see."

The old man took out a pair of scissors and cut the bandage open.Then he opened a bottle of alcohol, took a sip first, then refreshed himself, took another sip, turned into a watering can and sprayed it on Bailang's leg, cleaned it, and wiped away the blood and stains.Afterwards, he picked up the tweezers again, rudely probed into the wound, stirred and observed repeatedly, and the pain was so painful that Bailang rolled his eyes, and couldn't help shouting: "It hurts, it hurts! It hurts!!"

"Well... the wound on the shoulder is not serious, but the sharp claws of those scavenging birds are very dirty, and the ones that grab feces and meat carry a lot of bacteria, I guess they are infected! But compared to this small problem, your legs The injury is more serious, and you have been poisoned with corpse poison. The toxin of carrion and the power of hell are spreading in your body. If you don't treat it, after about a week, you will become a freshly baked corpse. There is a small probability that you will be Demonized mutation and become a miscellaneous soldier of the evil camp."

"One week?" Bai Lang was a little surprised. Compared with zombies, these living corpses are so weak.

"Why, is it too slow? You can also speed up the process of corruption and demonization by eating a lot of monster corpses, and at the same time improve the physical fitness of the living corpse to a certain extent." The old man explained slowly.

The more Bai Lang listened, the more wrong it became, and he coughed lightly: "That... I'm here to heal."

The old man glanced at him coldly: "Two treatment options, cheap injections and medicines, holy water disinfection, suture wounds, 3 silver coins are enough, but the recovery period is relatively long, about a week to heal. If you are willing to spend 10 more Silver coins, I can use the 'healing potion' to speed up the healing of the wound, and go back to sleep and recover. You choose..."

"Uh... injections, medicines and sutures?!" Bai Lang looked at the various modern treatment equipment in the ward, and always felt that there was something strange there. This style of painting was a bit inconsistent.

"Is there any problem?" The old man scraped the mucus from the corner of his eyes and bounced it on the wall behind him. He became more and more energetic, showing an extraordinary look, like a hidden NPC.

Brother Lang couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, and asked, "This is not magic at all, is there no healing spell?"

"Of course there is, but the price is more expensive, and I can't do it. If you're willing to spend money, isn't 'healing potion' a magic item? Even cheap therapy uses 'holy water'. This thing is very magical. ." The old man looked at him strangely, as if he had never seen such a mentally handicapped patient.

Bailang didn't care, and asked cheekily, "Aren't you a 'medical department'? Don't you have the power to master spells?"

"I only mastered a few tricks, so I can't be considered a legal profession. After I was eliminated from the 'Necromancer Certification Qualification', I switched to the medical industry. Now the quality of newcomers is getting worse and worse, and this common sense is also No? Hurry up, decide which treatment plan to choose?"

The old man urged impatiently.

Bailang quickly replied: "Expensive!"

"It's almost the same, lie down and don't move, I'll go and prepare it for you."

The old man pointed to the simple 'sick bed + operating table', and then went to work on his own.

He quickly took out a set of surgical equipment, put on rubber gloves, and skillfully cleaned the wound and sterilized it. This time he didn't use his mouth to spray.After cutting off the necrotic tissue, he rudely poured a bottle of 'holy water' mixed with high-concentration alcohol on the wound.

Although he could not see the wound when lying down, he felt as if he had been splashed with concentrated acid, and the wound made a 'zizzing' sound.

"Don't make trouble, bear it! This little injury, you look like a bitch. Holy water can remove evil forces, don't you think it's very enjoyable? Listen to this beautiful voice!"

After a series of operations were completed, the old doctor began to suture the leg wound, still rough but fast.Finally, he took out a bottle of viscous, cloudy, dark red medicine like half-coagulated blood from the drawer, inserted a needle, and extracted half of the tube.

The old man pierced the needle into the sutured wound and began to push the injection.Bailang immediately felt the inside of the wound, and there was a cool and itchy feeling, very comfortable, as if the flesh and blood were wriggling and healing, which was a hundred times stronger than the 'sulfuric acid holy water'.

"what is this?"

"Healing potion! It contains rich life energy, extracted and purified from the hearts of those fallen demons. Whether it is taken internally or externally, it can speed up the healing of the wound." The old man lowered his head to deal with the wound and explained absentmindedly.

"Why don't you use it directly? Wouldn't it be too much to suture the wound?"

"Of course it's to save costs. Your little injury, if you drink it straight, you can recover from a bottle. But I only used 1/10 of the dose, and it's done. The same is the wound, after treatment, it can be used, not only It is economical, and the effect is better. On the contrary, it is a serious trauma, and it can be used for irrigation without treatment. Although it can recover quickly, during the regeneration process, the flesh and blood nerves will be wrongly connected to form necrosis, resulting in serious dark injuries. "

While speaking, the old man dealt with Bailang's other injuries, not even letting go of the bite marks on his palms: "Thanks for your patronage, a total of 20 silver coins, pay by card, you're welcome. Don't take a bath, just go back and sleep."

Feeling the numbness all over his body, Bailang felt a lot more at ease, and he was also full of goodwill towards this irritable old man who helped the wounded.He had no plans for the future, but suddenly felt that 'doctor' was a very good career.

So he blurted out, "Can I learn medicine from you?"

"If you're interested, I don't mind teaching you some tricks, but it's paid, and it's not a 'supernatural ability'. Of course, if you're interested in a 'necromancer', I have basic enlightenment materials here. Medicine is the foundation of the necromancer. A good doctor may not be a mage, but a necromancer must be a good doctor! In the entire camp, I am afraid that I am the only one who has access to it. After returning, I will recommend more to your companions. I'll give you a discount for seeing a doctor."

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Bailang, who was taken out of the ward by the old man after paying the fee, still feels strange. Shouldn't it be worthwhile to study magic inheritance?

Why only pay for it, and ask yourself to promote it to others?

(End of this chapter)