Rebirth in Another World: Slave of Nima

"I need a clean cloth, I need a sharp dagger, I need a jug of strong liquor..."

Silica made her request to the captain.

Soon, those who were not injured in the team began to donate generously.

Soon, a shockingly simple "field hospital" was hastily built on the side of the road.

Although Silica had only learned the basics from Wang Liang, she was already better than 90% of the herbalists in the world.

In this world, wealthy nobles are very keen on war.

Because of the existence of spellcasters, it is difficult for them to appreciate the importance of life.

Most of the time, I am indifferent to life and death and just do it as long as I can.

However, the nobles have money and can find spellcasters, but ordinary soldiers do not have this condition.

They were receiving limited military pay but fighting a war that could never be completed.

Sick and injured.

You can only go to a herbalist who is similar to a veterinarian.

My chances of being rescued are about the same as my chances of winning the lottery.

After all, most herbalists’ main job is still the village wizard.

Silica took the wine jug from a soldier, sniffed it, and tasted it.

The wine was good, probably captured by the soldier, but its strength was not what Silica expected.

"Is there anything stronger than this?" Silica asked.

"No more, only this!"

The soldier shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, let's get together!"

Silica sighed and called to Perge.

"Perger, light the fire."

"Ok!"

Soon, a bonfire was lit.

And Silica poured some wine out and put it in a wooden bowl.

The remaining wine was also divided into two parts, one part was used to soak the clean cloth that the soldiers had gathered together.

And the other part...

"Bear with it, it's going to hurt!"

Silica put a tourniquet on the wound of the wounded soldier named Biqi and whispered to Biqi.

Silica once heard Wang Liang say that there were actually not many soldiers who died instantly on the battlefield.

Most of the time, casualties after a major war are caused by untimely treatment of the wounded.

In many cases, as long as the bleeding is stopped in time, many wounded soldiers can actually be saved.

For example, this tall soldier named Beach.

However, he is now unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

On his thigh, there was a shocking half-penetration wound, and inside the wound, there was a small section of the broken spear head.

To deal with such a wound, all the soldiers could do was wrap it with a few more rounds of cloth.

But that doesn't help at all.

A few wraps of cloth were not enough to stop the bleeding.

"Come here, help hold him down!"

Silica knew that she couldn't hold down the tall man, so she quickly called out to the soldiers who were watching.

The soldiers were slightly stunned, not understanding why they were holding Bicchi down.

So they all looked at the captain.

After getting the captain's nod, they hurriedly held down Beech's limbs.

After pinning the man down, Silica briefly cleaned her hands with liquor, then inserted her fingers into Beech's wound.

She had to determine whether the broken spear head had a barb, and if so, she had to confirm the angle of the barb.

As Silica's fingers entered the wound, the unconscious Beech immediately struggled violently because of the pain.

"Hold it! It will be done soon!"

Silica shouted.

Finally, Silica touched the tail of the spear.

Note the spearhead in Beach's wound, not only does it have barbs, but there is more than one set of them.

Rather than saying it is the tip of a spear, it is more like a smaller version of a fish mark!

This kind of fish tag with several sets of barbs must not be pulled out.

Because pulling it out is equivalent to secondary damage.

"Does anyone have pliers? I need a pair of pliers!"

Silica said.

amount……

pliers?

These are soldiers, not blacksmiths.

If they wanted daggers, they could quickly produce a large number of them.

But I need pliers...

At this time, the captain called a soldier over and asked him to borrow a pair of pliers from the village over there.

Just as the soldier was about to leave, Silica called out again, "If possible, bring back some needle and thread."

"it is good!"

The soldier nodded and ran towards the village.

Beech's injury required pliers, and without them, Silica couldn't proceed to the next step.

However, while waiting for the pliers, Silica could still take care of other wounded soldiers.

Some of the wounded soldiers only had superficial injuries.

Silica cleaned their wounds with strong liquor.

Some of the wounded soldiers had broken bones.

Silica set their bones and put in splints.

After half an hour, the wounded soldiers treated by Silica were covered with a lot of cloths smelling of alcohol.

But they also felt much more comfortable than before.

"that's amazing!"

A wounded soldier said this and moved his wrist.

However, as soon as he moved, he grimaced in pain.

"Your bone is broken. If you don't want to become disabled, you'd better not move your arm for the next three months," said Silica.

"Three months! Why does it take so long?"

The soldier said with a bitter face.

"Okay, just be happy that those guys in the barracks didn't saw off your arm!" said the captain with a smile.

As Silica treated him, the captain smiled more.

Because Silica's performance was much more reliable than those carpenters who acted as doctors in their military camp.

If these wounded soldiers who were treated by Silica were in the hands of those carpenters, they would definitely have broken their arms and legs.

For those carpenter doctors, such meticulous treatment is simply impossible.

They are better at sawing it off directly.

Then they sell the "prosthetic limbs" they make to soldiers with missing limbs.

Silica smiled slightly, which immediately made the young men very happy.

After all, Silica had an outstanding appearance, and there was blood on her face from treating the wounds of the wounded soldiers just now.

In the eyes of the soldiers, Silica's beauty is so unique.

Silica continued to treat the wounded.

However, until she had treated more than thirty wounded soldiers, the soldier who went to borrow the pliers had not returned.

"Potter, go and have a look!"

The captain was getting anxious because the soldier hadn't come back for such a long time.

"I'll go too."

The soldier named Porter saluted.

"Hurry up!" Silica added.

"I will, my good lady."

Kind?

Thinking back to what happened before, Silica no longer wanted to be kind.

"Okay, let's go!"

Silica shook her head.

The soldier named Porter chuckled, then turned and ran towards the village.

Silica looked at the big soldier who was unconscious due to blood loss and shook her head helplessly.

Then she lifted Beach up and poured a mouthful of liquor into his mouth.

"This is……"

The captain came over curiously.

"He will get better, but I have to relieve his pain." Silica said softly.

After Silica finished speaking, she spoke loudly to the wounded soldiers who were waiting for their wounds to be sutured.

"Don't worry, hold on, I will never give up on you."

Upon hearing this, the wounded soldiers, who were less nervous, managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying from their faces that were twisted with pain.

Those with more serious injuries couldn't help but cry.

"Thank you, pretty lady..."

Soldiers are usually okay and can barely make a living with their military pay.

However, once the war breaks out, the lives of soldiers are really... like worthless grass.

The noble lords and senior military officers who are high above others only care about winning or losing, and not the soldiers fighting on the front line.

However, the appearance of Silica made up for their psychological need for attention...