No way, he really cut the stomach of a living beastman without any hesitations, Gavin thought as while sweating profusely. He felt a bit unstable upon seeing the sight in front of him.
The sound of flesh tearing and blood gushing made not only Gavin but the other two men troubled as well.
Damien didn't pay attention to their troubled looks; he first sliced open the stomach and removed the broken piece of the porcupine needle that was sticking out of the large intestine. As soon as he did that, blood gushed out of the large intestine, making a bloody mess.
This was enough to make the three healers nervous but Damien didn't even break a sweat.
"The cause of internal bleeding has been removed; now I will suture the intestine that is bleeding," he said to the three men while cleaning the tongs that he had used to take out the broken piece of the porcupine thorn.
"What–? Are you sure?" Robert was stunned when he heard Damien's words. The cut was so small, could it even be sutured?
Damien glanced at the healer but didn't say anything; instead, he turned to look at Gavin and said to him, "Come here and stretch the abdomen a bit. And Luke, try to wipe the blood inside the stomach or it will clot."
He then added, "Healer Robert, come here and wipe my sweat. We cannot let the wound fester in case it spills within his wound."
"Okay!"
Though the three men were a bit nervous and dubious, they jumped to action at once.
Damien picked up the sanitised needle before he started to sew the cut on the intestine back together. He was definitely going to save this beastman no matter what.
The hand of clock continued to run at its usual speed and yet the three men who were supporting Damien felt like each minute was passing too slowly.
Hoot.
The sound of owls hooting echoed in the night, followed by the sound of beastmen landing on the ground from the sky. The group of owl beastemen stopped a bit further from the camp and Julian shifted back to his human form.
As soon as he shed the beastmen form, someone rushed ahead and covered his bare body with a robe.
"Tsk, those bastards! They really are doing whatever they want now, aren't they?" Julian cursed as he tied the strings of the robes in a haphazard manner.
The Keon family had gotten more and more out of hands, with Emiliano's desire to suppress the four families and control the court, the attacks on the four generals have increased. If this goes on, then would they even have a way left for them to survive?
No wonder his father kept sighing and said to him that the nation was about to be ruined. This was the fate that lies in front of the nation with an incompetent ruler!
Julian wished he could return to the imperial city and ask Emiliano what he was trying to do. Why was he relying on those who were incompetent and destroying the foundation of the families who have supported the imperial court for ages?
He turned his head and looked at the wounded beastman who was being carried in the arms of one of the beastmen following him.
"What is the condition of Uncle?" he asked the healer who was taking care of Jami.
"I am afraid that his condition is truly bad, my Lord," the healer replied promptly. "I –I cannot heal a severe injury of this degree."
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