MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 45 surgeries

Chapter 45 45. Surgery

"Alan! Where are you? Something happened. Go get the package I left at your house! Quick!"

The boat controlled by Lan almost crashed into O'Riden's small dock.

The villagers gathered in a circle looked at the fishing boat belonging to Bernie in astonishment.

 The bottom of this small boat has turned scarlet due to the bleeding of two people.

 Several village women surrounding Mrs. Downer anxiously stepped forward to say something.

 But when they saw Bernie, who looked pale, they stopped hesitantly.

 It was obvious that they had something serious to say, but for a while they couldn't tell which one was more important than Bernie at this moment.

 Lan is just one person, and he only has the energy of one person.

Lan En, who dragged Bernie onto the pier, didn't even notice that there were so many people watching, which was abnormal in normal times.

 “Oh my god! Bernie, I’m going right now! I’m going right now!”

Old Allen already had a grimace on his face, but now he was even more frightened. His old legs moved very fast, and he came back in less than half a minute carrying the alchemy leather bag.

 “Find a few people, light torches and stand around me.”

Lan took the alchemy leather bag and began to rummage inside while making new demands for old Allen.

Old Allen didn't know if this was some kind of magic ritual or something else, but he was completely panicked at this time and immediately followed it.

 Hello a few people and then gather in a circle holding torches.

The arrowhead of the crossbow has been completely buried in Bernie's stomach. In Old Allen's opinion, this is completely considered a corpse that can still move.

 But Lan En is a witcher! Maybe? right?

 Maybe!

 Lann took out a bundle of small and exquisite knives from the alchemical leather bag.

That was the knife set he commissioned Ivan to forge. The first user of this thing should have been himself.

 “Get the torch closer.”

Lane took off his studded leather gloves and steel wrist guards.

The torch has nothing to do with magic, it is to use temperature to kill most of the bacteria in the surrounding air.

 Similar to operating next to an alcohol lamp in biological experiments.

Lane needs to perform a surgical operation on Bernie immediately, even if there is no surgical environment, he must go into battle immediately.

 He can't wait any longer!

 Bernie’s lips are now pale.

 Lan En took out a brown wine bottle from the alchemical leather bag.

 Redanian herbal wine is often used as the alcohol base for witchers to make potions. It is a highly potent wine.

 Although it is better to use pure distilled dwarf spirits instead of wine mixed with herbs at this time, but still - it is too late.

Lane spilled the valuable bottle of wine on his palms, wrists, delicate knives, and Bernie's wounds.

“Mentos, correct the double vision for me.”

The movements were methodical. After starting the surgical steps, Lan En forced himself to get out of his impatience.

 The brain, which withstood 70% proficiency perfusion in a short period of time, developed a stress response, and visual field afterimages were nothing but normal.

The biological brain completes the task in the blink of an eye.

 The blurred and overlapping vision was artificially eliminated. The headache continued, but Lan En's eyes and hands were extremely stable at this time.

 Old Allen and a large group of villagers were watching, and Lan En's methodical movements gave people confidence.

The village elder looked at Bernie worriedly for a while, and then cast sympathetic eyes at Mrs. Downer who was slumped on the ground next to him.

He opened his mouth to speak to the busy Lan En, but Mrs. Donner raised her hand and held his forearm and squeezed it.

Mrs. Downer shook her head slightly.

So the village elder could only sigh and remain silent for the time being.

  Lan En’s hand is very steady, everyone who has seen his swordsmanship can’t help but say so. The young man who has hunted dozens of water ghosts is already familiar with the feel of a knife cutting through flesh.

He controlled the delicate knife, cutting through the skin, fat, muscles, and removing the organs, and penetrated deep into Bernie's abdominal wound layer by layer until he found the depth where the arrow was.

 No one around dared to speak, and many people could not help but hold their breath.

When the scalpel and the crossbow arrowhead collided, giving off a metallic touch, Lan En breathed a sigh of relief.

 There was no smell of poop, and the arrow was lucky not to pierce Bernie's intestines.

If the intestines are damaged and feces enters the abdominal cavity, it means that Lan En's friend will have a 100% chance of facing the biggest enemy of ancient surgery-wound infection.

  In normal ancient surgery, the probability of no wound infection is about 30%.

No matter what happens now, Bernie's survival rate is already higher than that of most injured people in this era.

 Lan En dug out the arrowhead without causing secondary damage, and used highly potent herbal wine to clean the wound.

 The cause of the bleeding was that a vein in the abdominal cavity was cut, and the young man sutured it in time.

 In the final stage of suturing, when the alcohol-soaked needle thread was sewn into the wound, Lan En finally let out a sigh of relief.

As if this tone was a signal, the originally silent and nervous crowd began to buzz.

Old Allen tentatively took two steps towards Lan En. Seeing that the young man did not stop him, he knew that it was probably okay now.

Lan En’s back, which had always been straight, relaxed and bent slightly when the last few stitches were sewn.

"The bleeding has stopped. If Bernie doesn't have a fever today or tomorrow, the rest is to rest."

Lan felt that Old Allen came here to ask about the situation.

This old man has lived in Willen all his life. In terms of experience, he does not have as much experience as the traveling merchants, nobles, and knights.

 But when it comes to Willen's life, he really knows everything.

The owner of a fishing boat that went out came back with a crossbow arrow stuck in his belly. This couldn't be an accident, right?

 The environment in Velen is indeed dangerous, but it is not so terrifying, and it is not a war period.

 So after explaining Bernie's situation, Lan was ready to explain today's situation to old Allen.

 When young people want to come, this should be the biggest concern of village elders.

 But after the young man with a slightly bent back and a relaxed expression saw old Allen's expression, he immediately rejected his judgment.

 There was no questioning doubt on the old man's face, but instead the anxiety and panic that had not dissipated.

At this time, Lan En's keen observation ability got rid of his tense and focused spirit and came online again.

It was the time to go out to work in the fishing village, and the pier was actually crowded with people. This was not normal.

Old Allen pursed his lips and approached Lan En, with careful persuasion in his eyes.

 Persuasion? for me?

Why?

Lan En's amber cat eyes glanced around, and Mrs. Downer, who was slumped down and clutching a small cloth bag, naturally came into view.

 A terrible suspicion quietly penetrated Lan En's heart.

 “It’s not your fault, Lan En.” Old Allen muttered this sentence for a long time.

 “We all have a responsibility.”

The young man looked at him with his cat eyes, and the vertical pupil in the middle shrank into a slit almost instantly!

The target of these words was not [Bernie was hit by an arrow], Lan En felt this keenly.

 “Old Allen, what do you mean?”

 Relax your slightly curved back and slowly straighten it again, and the relieved breath will be held again almost instantly.

 The old man’s hand was tightly holding his pipe.

 “Little White was gathering herbs outside the village this morning. He lost it.”

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