Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 74

"Hurry up!"

"Gululu..."

After nightfall, another stretcher truck passed by the door.

Li Nuo put down the books in his hands, and called up the personal panel to calculate.

Not counting the stretcher truck just now, from this afternoon to 8:00 pm now, a total of 20 seriously injured sergeants were sent here by the soldiers.

Eight of them were successfully rescued and transferred from the operating room to the ward.

The remaining 12 died of serious injuries and were carried to the incinerator or morgue by soldiers.

Li Nuo collected 2.4 points of soul strength from these 12 people, and now he has 3.6 points of soul strength in hand.

Based on this ratio, if he stays up at night and keeps an eye on the corridor, he can collect at least 50 points of soul strength before leaving the medical department.

That's a decent amount of expected income.

It was enough to release half a "Finger of Death".

Thinking of this spell, Li Nuo felt dizzy.

When he finished his dinner just now, he invested 10 points of energy in the "death spell UP pool" - "The Ten Commandments of Martyrdom".

Assuming that 1 point of energy is equal to drawing a card pool once, then 10 points of energy are 10 consecutive draws.

10 consecutive draws... No matter how you say it, there will be a guarantee.

But this "death spell UP pool" is still crooked to the limit.

After 10 energy points were thrown away, Li Nuo only got back a book about death

"Grand View of Art of Death".

That's the name of that reading.

Li Nuo had seen works such as "A Thousand Ways to Die" and "The Famous Detective Drum Washing Machine" before traveling through time.

These works are similar to "Grand View of Art of Death", and they all introduce various weird ways of dying.

However, "Death Artwork Grand View" is better and more artistic.

It will process the remains from the perspectives of color, shape, and meaning, and endow the works with specific mystical meanings.

When death and art are superimposed, there is a deeply disgusting, but wicked reading that can't be resisted.

In order to prevent himself from being unable to eat, any meat looked like white meat, Li Nuo didn't read this death book much, and just put it aside as a reference book.

"Grrrrrrrr..."

"woo woo woo"

The stretcher came out of the operating room, and the low sobbing sound passed by Li Nuo's door.

Under the dim moonlight, the clouds were entrenched and difficult to disperse, and there was a more desolate atmosphere in the medical department of MI3.

Li Nuo skillfully took away the soul fragments from the dead soldiers.

Just as I was about to continue reading, another stretcher entered the corridor.

"Could it be that there are so many injured people coming to the medical department for rescue at night?"

Li Nuo frowned slightly.

If the wheels keep spinning, then don't sleep tonight - it's not because the noise disturbs sleep, but because sleeping will delay the collection of soul shards.

Li Nuo got out of bed, came to the door, and opened the door.

Three soldiers who had obviously just finished the war pushed a stretcher cart past him and hurried to the operating room.

Li Nuo's eyes followed the movement of the stretcher.

After a long time, he already has some experience.

As long as he throws the deconstruction technique at the wounded, he will know whether the wounded can be rescued or not.

The principle is simple.

If the energy required to deconstruct the wounded is far lower than the wounded's military rank, then the wounded is basically hopeless.

For example, a sergeant with the rank of second lieutenant.

A healthy second lieutenant with sound limbs needs 1000 energy points to fully deconstruct.

When the second lieutenant's injury was so serious that it was impossible to save him, the energy needed to deconstruct him would drop sharply, dropping to 300 points, 200 points, or even less than 100 points.

Li Nuo didn't figure out the reason for this for the time being.

But he knew that when a second lieutenant's deconstruction consumption was lower than 300 energy points, the possibility of the second lieutenant being declared a rescue failure was almost 100%.

Li Nuo can't guarantee that the law he discovered must be an iron law.

Because the sample size is not large enough, further sampling and verification are needed.

Li Nuo watched the stretcher enter the operating room, shook his head slightly, and sighed inwardly.

Deconstructing the wounded with the rank of sergeant only needs to consume 70 energy points, and this person should not be rescued.

"Did the sound of the stretcher make you sleep?"

A mature female voice came from the other side of the door.

Li Nuo withdrew his gaze from the operating room, looked in the direction of the voice, and said with a little regret:

"That's not true, Su Li. It's just that at the end of the day, at least 20 sergeants were killed. As a soldier of the Imperial Army, I felt a little powerless, as if seeing relatives of the dead soldiers crying in front of the tombstone. It's unimaginable, How many people will be buried here in one year."

Su Li walked over with a tray, her expression a little melancholy:

"The battle outside the fort seems to be quite bad in the past two days. There were not so many wounded who needed to be rescued here before. There were only about 5 cases from morning to night. Since I worked here, the wounded like today have been sent to the operation one after another. The situation in the room only happened two or three times."

The two were talking when the stretcher left the operating room just now.

The soldiers had tears on their faces, and the faces of the people on the stretcher were covered by white cloths. The rescue results are self-evident.

When the stretcher truck passed by, Li Nuo took away the soul fragments from the fallen sergeant.

Su Li, who was on the side, had no way of noticing his actions, and just watched the soldiers leave.

"Another Sergeant from the Davis Army has died..." Su Li lamented:

"Just today, Davis's army lost 6 corporals, 4 sergeants and 2 sergeants. It seems that they have encountered a lot of trouble in tomb 612. May the empire bless them with victory."

"Davis Army" Li Nuo nodded slowly. He had seen the words "Davis" on the sergeant's military uniform.

"Is this army well-known in the legion? Su Li." Li Nuo asked.

"Well, yes. They are one of the three veteran armies in the Colabo Legion. The positions of army commanders and guards are controlled by the Davis family, and only family members can occupy these positions."

Su Li looked behind Li Nuo, and then glanced at the lunch box on the bedside table:

"It seems that your appetite is not very good. Shall I peel some fruit for you? Apples or oranges?"

Li Nuo smiled and did not refuse:

"I'm sorry, Su Li. Just bring me an apple, and I'll eat it myself."

"Okay, just wait here, I'll be right back."

Su Li looked at Li Nuo's icy blue eyes, she was slightly absent-minded, and her cheeks were slightly rosy.

She turned around, took the dinner plate, lowered her head, and walked to the nurse's desk not far away.

Li Nuo shook his head with a dumb smile, feeling even more confused.

He thought to himself that the skin left by the original owner was indeed quite gorgeous, but it wouldn't make the female nurse who hadn't met a few times reveal her feelings on her own initiative...

Tsk, is this the treatment of a male god?

…

After a while, Su Li came back with a glass box in her hand.

Before she could speak, a figure walking out of the stairs caught his attention.

"Yug, have you run out of disinfectant?"

Su Li looked in the direction of the person and asked.

Li Nuo squinted slightly.

This sergeant named Yogg seems to be suffering from a disease.

His skin was terribly white, like white paper, and his fingers were visibly trembling uncontrollably.

He was wearing a sergeant's military uniform, but he was about the same size as Li Nuo, not as tough and strong as Sergeant Marrs and Sergeant Alvin.

The whites of his eyes were still bloodshot, the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy, and he seemed to have poor sleep quality. When he spoke, he was weak and accompanied by fits of coughing.

"Cough cough cough...Su Li...I still have disinfectant."

The sergeant known as Yuge came over with a smell of disinfectant, spread his pale palms and said:

"I'm not here for the sanitizer...I'm here to tell you that the underground morgue is getting full. We need to clear some space and send the unnecessary bodies to the incinerator. This has to be done as soon as possible. Because I hear The soldiers who came to store the corpses said that the souls of the three tombs No. 612, 613, and 614 have launched a joint riot, and the Davis army is suppressing the souls there regardless of cost."

"A joint riot in the three tombs? It's really bad... No wonder so many wounded people have been sent for rescue in the past two days."

Su Li frowned slightly, and took out a notepad from her coat pocket:

"..Wait for me, Yogg. Give me some time to check the registration list..Some corpses should be sent to the incinerator"

The conversation between the two paused briefly.

Li Nuo raised his hand and saluted the sergeant in front of him:

"Good evening, sir. Private Leno Jarvis, reporting for duty."

Sergeant Yogg grinned, waved his hand and said:

"Don't call me sir. I'm just a poor man by the empire."

Su Li lowered her head and flipped through the notepad, interjected:

"Don't say that, Yogg. Every man in the empire can defeat the undead, but not everyone can stick to the morgue like you."

Li Nuo said:

"So, sir, are you the morgue's keeper? I've only heard of such a job in the morgue of the city hospital and the cemetery in the suburbs before, but I didn't expect it to work in the Legion Fortress..."

Yugo coughed lightly:

"Hey, yes, I am the Corpse Keeper of the Legion."

Yuge looked at the clothes on Li Nuo:

"Are you here to inject the first injection of the strengthening agent, Second Class? Let me guess, Su Li must have said that your adverse reaction will not last longer than seven days, right? It's the same as mine at the beginning."

Li Nuo properly expressed his disappointment, and said with a dry smile:

"Yes, sir. I should have no hope of becoming a captain in the future. However, I am very satisfied to serve the empire as a sergeant."

Su Li raised her head, smiled gently and said:

"Don't be discouraged, Jarvis. If the second and third injections work well, you still have hope of becoming a captain."

Yugo waved his hand and said:

"Come on, Sully. The first shot is what matters..."

A cold light fell on his face, and Yogg shuddered.

His eyes flicked between the two, and he saw something in Su Li's warning eyes.

Yuge suddenly realized that he was about to demolish Su Li.

He hastily coughed a few times, then changed his tone:

"No, no. I mean, the Empire takes good care of every sergeant.

"For example, me. The strengthening potion has very limited transformation for me. I thought that I would always be a corporal. At most, I would receive preferential treatment from the Legion and be promoted to a sergeant before retiring from the army.

"But you see, I am a sergeant now, and I have a group of soldiers under me... er, of course, they are dead. In short, thanks to the cultivation of the empire, I, a soldier with relatively poor health, can enjoy the treatment of a sergeant one day."

Su Li nodded in satisfaction, looked away, and continued to check the list.

Feeling that the "killing intent" in the air dissipated, Yuge breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed his eyes at Li Nuo, pushed his lips forward, and pointed at Su Li, his eyes full of laughter.

Li Nuo responded with an awkward yet polite smile.

"Okay, I checked."

Su Li took out the pencil in her pocket, drew a few horizontal lines on the notepad, and deleted some names and serial numbers:

"Yug, please clean up the corpses on the third floor of the morgue. Except for the corpses numbered ZB051 and ZB052, all the corpses are sent to the incinerator."

Yugo said in thought:

"ZB051 and ZB052, those seem to be the corpses of a pair of criminal brothers. Okay, I'll take note. I'll go and send all the other corpses on the third floor to the incinerator."

Li Nuo's heart moved slightly.

Brother Soldier?

Could it be the corpses of the pair of tomb robbers?

Li Nuo had something in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, as if he had nothing to do with ZB051 and ZB052.

Yuge repeated these two numbers repeatedly, for fear that he might remember them wrong.

He shook his hand towards Li Nuo and the two, walked into the stairwell, and hurried towards the underground morgue.

Li Nuo took the glass box in Su Li's hand, shook it lightly in his hand, and said to the other side:

"Thank you for the fruit, Su Li. It's really troublesome for you. Not only did you wash it for me, cut it into thin slices, but also peeled it. I haven't enjoyed this kind of treatment since I left home."

Critics should criticize vaguely, and praise should be specific.

List every place worthy of praise, and the happiness of the person who is praised will burst.

Su Li's cheeks turned red when she heard Li Nuo's words, as if little stars could jump out of her eyes.

With a warm breath, she whispered:

"Then when you live here, I will send you fruit every night."

"Okay, thank you again, Su Li." Li Nuo responded with a smile, and then looked at the stairwell with confusion:

"...One thing, I don't quite understand. Why did the Legion arrange a sergeant to guard the mortuary? Isn't this a waste of Sergeant Yogg's talent? I remember that in the city, as long as you carry a gun, Ordinary people can do the job."

Su Li turned her head and looked around the corridor.

Seeing that there was no one in the hallway, she stuck to Li Nuo's ear, stared at the almost perfect side face, and said quietly:

"His hands would tremble uncontrollably, he could not hold a gun at all, and even the medical department could not cure him. He should have been sent back. However, he had a serious skin disease and could not be exposed to the sun. He was the only one in the entire regiment. Willing to stay in the basement all the time, so he became the long-term morgue guard."

Li Nuo's eyes flickered for a moment, and soon returned to normal:

"Oh, so that's the case, no wonder... Su Li, thank you. I always like to ask questions, so please don't take offense."

"I think it's good that you are like this. You are more stable and cultivated than ordinary soldiers." Su Li's eyes rolled, her face flushed:

"If you need to read other books, I can run errands for you, borrow them from the reading room, or buy them from private stores."

Go to a private store to buy?

What to buy?

Entertaining reading with color?

"Jingle Bell."

The bell at the nurse's station rang.

"Eat the fruit quickly, it won't taste good if it is oxidized."

Su Li raised her hand and pressed it on the glass box, and brushed the back of Li Nuo's hand, then turned and left, leaving behind a plump back.

Li Nuo returned to the room, closed the door, and looked at the back of the hand that was mopped with confusion...