Work Prophet

Arnott, after briefly assessing his wounds, was overcome with a wave of despair.

His injuries were severe, and had they won the battle, he might have received some treatment afterward.

Although there were not many herbalists accompanying the army and they would prioritize treating nobles and their guards, Arnott wasn't sure if there would be any herbs left for him when his turn came.

He wasn't even sure if he could hold on until then, but at least there was a glimmer of hope.

But now he felt it was very hard for him to survive.

Arnott had seen how the Alliance Army treated captives of the enemy side; the assailants were usually killed on the spot.

If they were defeated soldiers, according to the tradition of the Bratis Continent, as long as there was no mortal feud, nobles and healthy warriors could still find a way out, typically being taken captive for ransom or becoming slaves.

As for the injured, if their wounds were not very severe, they would also be captured, but those with serious injuries, like his, who could no longer walk on their own, would often be killed.

This wasn't because the people of this continent were all heartlessly cruel; in the end, it was a matter of cost. Civilian captives simply did not fetch much value, and the wounded were worth even less.

If the injuries were too severe and would require medical expenses, not with certainty of recovery, there was even less reason to keep them alive, and killing them would help them get released from their suffering sooner.

Arnott now lay there in the mud, waiting for someone to come and release him. However, when he thought of his two sisters and a brother at home, he didn't want to die anymore.

So, with the support of his will to live, Arnott closed his eyes, lay on the ground pretending to be dead, and hoped to fool those who were clearing the battlefield.

He was lucky; several times people passed by without noticing him.

But Arnott could feel his body becoming weaker and weaker, especially his thigh, where there was a hole oozing blood. He had smeared mud over it, but the blood continued to seep out.

Arnott only felt dizzy and his cheeks were burning hot.

At that moment, he heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by voices, "There seems to be someone alive over here."

"Is it one of our men?"

"Yes, I think the badge on his body is from the Soto family."

"Then let's get him onto the stretcher."

"Alright."

After that, Arnott heard the sound of something being dragged, but soon he heard one of them sigh.

"Ah, it seems like he has passed away, even though there was still movement in his chest earlier. What a pity."

"The injuries are too severe, Ivan's servant said not to bring back anyone without a breath," said another.

"Let's keep looking then."

As they spoke, the two walked away. One of them might have been distracted or failed to see clearly where they were stepping, and stumbled over something, taking a couple of faltering steps and accidentally stepping on one of Arnott's hands.

Arnott, in pain, could no longer pretend to be dead and let out a muffled groan.

"Hey, there's another one alive here," exclaimed the person who had stepped on his hand.

"Is it one of our men?"

"Let me see... It doesn't look like it, should we save him?"

"Let's save him too," the other replied, "Prophet Merlin said that they will all become followers of Saturday in the future. Although we're mainly saving our own people, we've almost finished rescuing ours now.

"We just made a round and didn't see anyone who's still alive. Let's save him, but remember to confiscate his weapons first, safety first. Don't forget that before they become followers of Saturday, they are still enemies."

"Yeah."

Arnott actually didn't have the strength to resist anymore and could only let the two people in white clothes carry him onto two sticks with a piece of canvas in between that scooped up his body.

Then the two turned back and came to a tent.

Inside, quite a few people in white clothes were coming in and out, and there was an elf yelling about something.

Arnott had the fortune to interact with a few elves before, but he felt that the male elf in the tent was not speaking the elvish language, but a strange foreign language he had never heard before.

"Ah, I'm just a veterinarian, accustomed to treating cats and dogs. How could you make me conduct surgery on people? Isn't that making things difficult for me?!"

Despite his words, his hands were very adept. He sliced open an injured person's stomach and, using tweezers, removed a small iron bead covered in blood, examining it in the sunlight.

"Tsk tsk, you're still using buckshot on the natives. Isn't that bullying?"

Niu Xiangui, who was temporarily translating for him, snorted, "It was those birdmen who provoked us first. How does that saying go? If friends come over, we have wine, but if jackals come, don't we have to use buckshot?"

"The Prophet himself took to the skies on a dragon this time."

The male elf lamented, "It's a pity we didn't capture that Azure Dragon. I would have really liked to cut it open and see what kind of structure it has inside. I've grown so big and have never treated a dragon before, and the key point is, that creature actually falls within my field of expertise."

"Give me a break; dragons are not pets."

"Then what are dragons?"

The two chatted leisurely while the elf's hands continued their work.

His name was Liu Xuebin, a graduate of clinical veterinary medicine. Before crossing over, he had opened his own pet clinic in the city, treating pets in the surrounding area, and occasionally, when he found time, he would do some good deeds, spaying and neutering some stray dogs and cats for free.

He was also the only bona fide medical professional that Li Yu had managed to get reincarnated over such a long time.

That's because the colleagues of Cola Bear have all been living well recently.

The herbalist that introduced Li Yu to the Taoist, who practiced Traditional Chinese Medicine, had a chat with Li Yu, and surprisingly they got along quite well.

Taoism preaches tranquility and inaction, while the Double Rest Sect preaches punctuality in taking weekends off. At least in rejecting overtime work, they reached a consensus very quickly.

However, consensus aside, the old Taoist did not want to abandon the path he had cultivated for decades, and Li Yu did not force him.

Two weeks after their meeting, it was said that the old Tao passed away.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before Li Yu met Liu Xuebin. Although Liu Xuebin was a veterinarian, from an anatomical perspective, there isn't that much difference between humans and animals.

At least in the aspect of surgical operations, the techniques and processes are quite similar.

Liu Xuebin was initially nervous, worrying about not having a physician's license and that performing surgery on humans was breaking the law.

But after conducting a few surgeries, he gradually calmed down and his hands became steadier. Thinking about the fact that this was the Bratis Continent and no one would arrest him for practicing without a license, he finally completely relaxed.

While treating people, Liu Xuebin also mentored students—about a dozen boys and girls followed him, learning from him how to sterilize, anesthetize, make incisions, and suture wounds.

Just then, Arnott was carried in. Liu Xuebin glanced at the wounds on his body and legs, which contained no foreign objects but were a bit inflamed; it wasn't a big issue.

So, he casually picked a student, "You, yes you, do you remember what I just taught you? You come and disinfect and suture his wounds."