My Magic Age

Worried that remaining in the carriage would affect my subsequent treatment, Duke Samoyed took Zach and left the magic caravan immediately.

I sat in the car and carefully reflected on why Zach had such a big reaction after taking a drop of the 'Essence of Life'.

The biggest possibility is that the energy contained in the 'Life Essence' is too great. After giving the 'Life Essence' to Zach, the energy in the essence exceeded the limit that his body could bear, which is why he had that strange reaction. .

Maybe the 'life essence' has any side effects and toxins, but at least it seems that the treatment effect is quite good now.

After thinking about this, I decided to continue treating the other two injured people.

The magician named Dunlop still stayed in the carriage of the magic caravan. He refused to leave and there was nothing I could do to get him out.

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He huddled in the corner of the carriage without saying a word, staring at me coldly. He did not describe what had just happened to the Duke of Samoyed, and even seemed to be a little taciturn. The attendant asked him why he screamed just now, His explanation was that when he saw Zach waking up, he was excited and wanted to go over to check the situation, but accidentally fell down.

I stood up and walked to a construct warrior who was wrapped like a mummy. Although the construct warrior could not move, his eyes were always open and he was conscious. There was some fear hidden in his eyes.

When he saw me, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, so I stopped what I was doing, crossed my hands on my chest, and said to him, "Are you afraid? Are you afraid that I will harm you?"

His eyes looked a little flinching, as if he was a little scared, but also seemed to be a little expectant.

So, I asked him: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to be afraid. If you want me to treat you, just blink twice. If you don't want to, just blink once."

He hesitated for a moment, and finally blinked twice.

I first cut off the bandages on the injured warrior bit by bit, and found that the skin all over his body was so frightened that the sour smell in the carriage became thicker. Basically, all the skin on this construct warrior was The ulcers were clearly caused by the venom injected into the silk cocoon by the giant spider after wrapping its prey in a silk cocoon.

This venom can dissolve the prey in the silk cocoon into a nutrient solution, which can be stored in the silk cocoon for a long time.

The division of labor among the spider-men of the Nibru tribe is very clear. The supplies for the spider-men warriors are basically provided by giant spiders.

I guess it is very possible that after this construct warrior was captured by the spider warriors, he was used as food by the giant spiders and wrapped in a silk cocoon. Later, he was rescued by his companions. When he was rescued, his body was soaked in silk for a short time. In the acid rot of the cocoon, the skin was badly corroded by the acid, and the treatment method at that time was not appropriate. Most of them were washed repeatedly with water. Instead, the acid spread over a large area, causing skin ulcers all over the body.

Fortunately, the acid did not enter his eyes at that time, otherwise the construct warrior might not even be able to blink.

I started cleaning the sores on his body.

I think it is necessary to divert his attention. If he sees his body at this moment, like a skinned rabbit, with large pieces of red meat exposed, maybe he will be frightened to death by his terrifying appearance.

So I decided to popularize some common sense about this construct warrior.

I said to him: "If your body comes into contact with extremely corrosive acid, remember not to wash it with clean water. If conditions permit, you must first wipe off the acid with a highly absorbent cotton cloth, and then wipe off those affected by the acid." The corroded carrion is removed with a knife and then wrapped with a hemostatic bandage to prevent infection. If treated in this way, a soldier with good physical fitness will recover quickly. "

He must be suffering from huge pain at the moment. Every time the silver knife in my hand touched his body, he would twitch uncontrollably a few times. I didn't hear his moans from beginning to end. He was tightly closed. Mouth closed, eyes closed.

I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear the pain caused by the knife cleaning the rotten flesh on his body, so I tried my best to talk to him. I said to him: "You are in a very bad condition now. Your skin has developed large-scale ulcers, and the wound has shown symptoms of infection." , I need to remove all the rotten flesh from your body."

He winked at me.

I added, "It looks like you need a large area of ​​skin grafting. By the way, what kind of skin do you want to change into? How about changing into a fish-man skin? I can help you transplant the fish-man's fins on your wrists and ankles. Forgot to ask you, do you like swimming?”

He rolled his eyes, looking like he was refusing.

So I said, "Don't you like fish-man skin? What about kobold skin? But kobold skin has no sweat glands and can't stand the hot weather. You may have to stay in a mine for the rest of your life."

He rolled his eyes again and looked at me pitifully.

"Isn't this okay?" I said to him: "Then let me think about it. The only demihuman species that can be used for skin transplantation are Werewolf and Goblin. What do you think of Werewolf's fur? If transplanted Wearing Werewolf skin will make you look more masculine, with a lot of hair on your chest and legs, or maybe even hair all over your body.”

There was anger in his eyes.

I said to him: "But I suggest you not to use goblin skin. Those green-skinned monkeys are all green and their skin is full of wrinkles..."

Although I kept stimulating him to keep him conscious, the injured construct warrior fainted several times due to constant spasms in his body. Every time he fainted, I thought it was impossible for him to wake up again, but he His endurance is so outstanding that he can always wake up again.

My movements were fast and precise, and I didn't waste much time in cleaning up the rotten flesh all over his body.

After fainting several times, the injured construct warrior was in a semi-conscious state. I once again took out a crystal bottle from the magic waist bag, but this time I did not pour out the 'life essence' inside directly. Pour this drop of 'life essence' into a healing potion bottle, then pour some water to dilute the 'life essence', and divide the life essence diluent into two parts.

The light green liquid was full of vitality in the healing potion bottle. I took half the bottle of 'life essence' and poured it into the construct warrior's mouth.

Magician Dunlop had been observing me silently in the corner of the carriage. When he saw me pouring the 'essence of life' into the mouth of the construct warrior, he became extremely nervous and stood up from the corner.

This time, the situation didn't happen just now. The faint breath of life bloomed like ants and cauliflower in the green field, and then a layer of light green light enveloped the whole body of the construct warrior. I released the 'hydrotherapy technique', Then he saw a thin transparent film forming on his body. It might take a long time for new skin to grow, but at this moment his life was at least saved.

Just before I walked to the third hospital bed, the magician Dunlop suddenly ran in front of me and said to me in a dry and hoarse voice: "Magic Jijia..."

I felt that his words were forced out from between his teeth, and I didn’t know why he had such a big reaction to me.

I stopped and stared at Wizard Dunlop.

"As you said,...is skin grafting really possible? If we provide you with a complete 'skin', can you cure him completely?" Dunlop gritted his teeth and asked me, that The pronunciation of the word 'Pi' is quite strong.

I am not stupid, of course I can understand another level of consciousness of Magician Dunlop from his words. He does not agree with the sub-human skin I advocate, but wants to transplant a fresh human skin. If that is the case Yes, there must be a sacrificer. I guess this person is probably a slave, but even if it is a slave, doing so would violate my code of life.

So I hesitated for a moment before saying, "You have enough time to think about this matter carefully."

Then when I saw the magician Dunlop wanted to speak again, I was worried that he would say something I couldn't refuse. After all, I have a large territory in the Hierro plane, and I have to pay the Duke of Samoyed's account for many things.

So before he spoke, I added: "If you really want skin grafting, you, the Duke, need to personally visit the Sindji University Scholar at our Magic Academy and ask him to do it. I can't do such an advanced transplantation." Come."

"As for skin grafting, Lord Sindji can not only transplant the skin of demi-human species, he can also transplant the skin of higher-order species, such as the snake people, Naqma people, and Niburu spider people. In fact, just imagine, transplantation The black armor on the spider warrior is also quite good. He rides on a black horse and looks very much like the Dark Knight. "I said this to the magician Dunlop.

Magician Dunlop looked at me speechlessly, his eyes clearly saying: Are you kidding me?

Seeing that Magician Dunlop didn't quite buy it, I then said, "Even without skin grafting, there is a nutrient solution in our Magic Research Institute. I can find a way to get some of this and let him soak in the nutrient solution." "It's not as painful as lying on the bed. It won't take long for a new layer of skin to grow on his body. Of course, this layer of skin will be a little different from the original one."

"I will report it to the Duke truthfully." After the magician Dunlop finished speaking, he returned to the corner of the carriage again.

But at this moment, the injured person on the third ice bed began to struggle. Although his whole body was wrapped in bandages and only his eyes were exposed, his body could squirm slightly, and he groaned in pain. Groaning, he stared at the magician Dunlop, as if grasping the last straw.

I have to say, his eyes are so beautiful that I couldn't help but look at them twice.

When he looked at me, there was a look of shock and fear in his eyes. Magician Dunlop walked back to the third hospital bed, covered the eyes of the construct warrior, and then said: "Don't Afraid, Ernestine! It will get better eventually, Magician Jijia is a great water magician, he is a very good healer."

I found that the third injured person was obviously more resistant to me than the other two constructors, and he seemed less willing to accept my treatment.

So I said to the magician Dunlop: "If he doesn't want to, I think...otherwise we should send him to Campbell Nursing Home. If you have any inconvenience, I will go and talk to the Duke of Samoyed about this matter." "

After all, they were the wounded brought to the imperial capital by Duke Samoyed all the way from the plane of Hierro. This shows the status of the three of them in Duke Samoyed's heart. The construct warrior named Zack is Duke of Samoyed's. Son, the identity of the second construct warrior is currently unknown. I think the identity of the third construct warrior is not too low, otherwise it would not be worth the Duke of Samoyed's troubles to travel around to ask for treatment.

I didn’t expect that the magician Dunlop, who had all kinds of prejudices against me, shook his head firmly and said: “Her injury does not allow us to delay any longer. Ernestine’s injury is more serious than Zach’s. Magician Jijia, please heal her!”

What! What healer… Water magicians also have dignity, and I am an inscriber who has officially registered with the Inscriber Guild. As for healers, there is no such magic profession in the Green Empire. Maybe this is something that Magician Dunlop made up himself.

Seeing that I agreed, Magician Dunlop actually said to me: I’ll go see how Zach is doing.

After that, he pushed open the door of the carriage, hunched over and silently walked down the magic caravan.

I helped Duke Samoyed at all costs, of course, I had my own selfish motives in it, because there was something I wanted to ask Duke Samoyed for a favor. I wanted to follow Duke Samoyed and go back to the Yerro plane through his private temporary teleportation magic circle and the teleportation gates in his duke's mansion, which would greatly shorten the time I traveled to and from the Yerro plane.

If I didn't have Duke Samoyed's temporary magic teleportation array, I would have to take a magic airship to Durva Province first to go to the Yerro plane, and then apply to the duke's mansion for the qualification to use the teleportation gate. After passing the review, I could queue up to enter Pereira City. Pereira City was not my destination for this trip. I had to cross the Black Forest to Tanton City, so it would take at least a whole month to reach Trum.

In fact, I didn't want to wait until the winter vacation to do this.

In order to prevent Duke Samoyed from rejecting me, I would spare no effort to help him treat the three seriously injured people. However, it seems that the price I paid is a little bit high, but I also gained something else, including the friendship of Zach, the son of Duke Samoyed.

Originally, I wanted to cure them. Even if I couldn't, the injuries of these three seriously injured people would not worsen. Moreover, I was lucky. I saved two seriously injured people in a row. Even the magician Dunlop, who was hostile to me at the beginning, has begun to trust me.

It turns out that I was a little too eager for success in this matter.

Because when I used a silver knife to cut the bandages on the third seriously injured person, I found that her body was different from the first two. Her figure was a little too slender. As the bandages fell off one by one, a piece of snow-white skin was exposed inside. The bandages tightly wrapped around her upper body had completely spread out, and the big white rabbit that was originally bound by the bandages on her chest jumped out of it.

No wonder the magician Dunlop found an excuse to avoid it at this time, HMP!

No wonder her eyes looked a little too beautiful.

No wonder Dunlop blindfolded her.

I blushed and tried to cover her body with something, but at that moment, the wound on her chest and abdomen burst open, and a lot of blood spurted out, instantly dyeing the hemostatic bandages red. So, I hurriedly began to treat the third seriously injured person.

Ernestine had a huge penetrating wound on her chest, abdomen and back, and probably to prevent a large amount of blood loss, the murder weapon was still kept in Ernestine's body. It was a black spider warrior tentacle. This tentacle pierced her body from below her left shoulder blade on her back, passed through closely along the edge of her spine, pierced the diaphragm, and the sharp tip of the tentacle like a spear came out from her delicate lower abdomen with a vest line.

She kept struggling just now, and the thing that worried me the most finally happened. A lot of blood gushed out of the wound.

I kept performing "hydrotherapy" on her while constantly comforting her.

Although hydrotherapy can increase the pain in the body, it is also a very effective way to stop bleeding. I said to Ernestine, "You can regard me as a priest in the temple. In the eyes of a healer, there is no difference between men, women, the elderly and children. Don't move. Let me help you stop the bleeding first. Don't move..."