Chapter 104

Chapter 104

The battalion commander was arrested.

He had already been offered a final opportunity quite generously. However, he wasted it, and as a result, no one was inclined to provide him with any further leniency.

So, did he put up a fight when they apprehended him?

He was unexpectedly calm.

Calm, you say?

Yes.

Raciel widened his eyes, appearing surprised. While observing his own crown prince, Demian nodded.

He was sighing deeply, hanging his head as if it was all over. As if promotions and such no longer mattered.

Well, thats not my concern.

Raciel snorted. This was a medical camp dedicated to treating the wounded, nothing else.

However, the battalion commander had neglected his duties to the point of almost sabotaging the operation. Despite suggestions for improvement, he had shown a defiant attitude.

There was no room for forgiveness.

Keep that man locked up for now. Ill inform the princess later. But for now

Raciel glanced around the tent that had essentially become his own since the former battalion commanders fall. The eyes of a few soldiers flickered with guilt; they were the ones who had brought in the wounded on the former commanders orders.

Yet, Raciel didnt dwell on them.

First, lets attend to these wounded.

He assessed the condition of the injured soldiers.

Hmm

Their condition was far from good.

They had been wounded by arrows: two in the arm and one in the side. The arrowheads had been carelessly removed, and the subsequent bandaging was shoddy at best.

But when was the last time this bandage had been changed? Exaggerating a bit, it looked so dirty that it seemed like mold might soon grow on the dried, dark bloodstains.

Raciels expression darkened.

The wounds themselves arent fatal. However, the level of care is a complete disaster. At this rate, even those who could be saved might not make it.

He sighed at the thought.

Then, he recalled an episode from the novel Devil Sword Emperor. In it, the situation of wounded soldiers on the battlefield was briefly described as background information.

The thought made him sigh even more.

By Earths standards, this would roughly be around the 17th-18th centuries.

Its no wonder Florence Nightingale became famous. She introduced a whole new approach to managing wounded soldiers on the battlefield.

With renewed determination, he gave an order.

Demian.

Yes, Lord Rihan.

Fetch Gardin immediately.

Understood.

Soon, Gardin entered the tent. Before showing any respect, he was startled; his eyes were already fixed on the wounded.

Whats your assessment, Gardin?

We need immediate emergency surgery, my lord.

I thought as much.

Indeed.

Gardins eyes shone brighter than ever before. Raciel smiled to himself.

Bringing in Gardin was the right choice.

He had recently learned about Gardins expertise.

A while ago, Gardin confided in me that surgery is his primary skill. He said he felt overwhelmed when other physicians fled, leaving only him by my side.

It was a revelation he had only recently discovered.

The novel hardly described Gardin, who was just an extra. Naturally, his specialty or his area of study in medicine was never mentioned.

But if Gardin specializes in surgery hes exactly the talent I need.

Raciel recalled his training in traditional Eastern medicine, which included surgery as part of the curriculum. However, that was the extent of it.

He had never gained any surgical experience after graduating, which occasionally posed a problem when he operated his own clinic.

But if Gardin could provide him with surgical expertise?

It can fill my most significant weakness. It will significantly broaden the range of treatments I can offer.

If theyre going to treat wounded soldiers on a battlefield with all kinds of injuries, Gardins expertise will undoubtedly be essential. Thats why he had brought him here.

It was time to assess his skills.

So, can you perform emergency surgery right now?

Yes, absolutely.

He inquired with anticipation.

Gardin confidently nodded and placed his large backpack on the table with a thud. He opened it and began neatly arranging his surgical tools on the table.

However, the shape of these tools was somewhat unusual.

Thump!

The first tool that Gardin placed on the table was a surgical knife, but it bore no resemblance to the scalpels commonly seen in dramas or movies.

If he had to make a comparison, it looked more like

A scythe? Why is the blade so long and large? It even seems curved forward like a machete.

It didnt resemble typical surgical equipment at all. Instead, it appeared more like a knife one might use for a gruesome purpose.

He asserted firmly.

The surgery Gardin was contemplating was brutal. It involved administering alcohol mixed with drugs. And the wounded soldier they were treating he was already in dire straits.

He had a high fever, possibly due to infection at the injury site. His physical strength was at an all-time low, and his immune system was likely compromised.

In these circumstances, proceeding with surgery without anesthesia? Especially an abrupt amputation?

The patient wont survive. The chances of death are extremely high.

Raciel gritted his teeth.

He hadnt come here to subject living people to such treatments. He wanted to save wounded soldiers through effective medical care.

So what now?

Anesthesia is indispensable.

Whether its an amputation, suturing a wound, or any medical procedure, anesthesia is crucial.

He had everyone, including Gardin, leave the room. Left alone with the injured soldier, he began a passionate internal debate and contemplation.

I need anesthesia. It must be efficient, quick, and safe.

The method Gardin had suggested was absolutely out of the question. So what other options were there? Could he adapt acupuncture? What about the neural disruption techniques he had used on Anis and the werewolf nurses?

No, that wont work. That technique merely shifts the sensation of pain from one part of the body to another, but it doesnt eliminate pain itself.

It merely transferred the pain from the arm to another location. The pain itself wouldnt vanish. There was no anesthetic effect.

What about the paralyzing poison I acquired from Kusman? No, the risks outweigh its ability to block sensory nerves.

What should he do? What method should he use to anesthetize the injured soldier? He was deep in thought.

Ding-dong!

[Your internal organs sense your concerns and show interest.]

[Heart: Anesthesia? To alleviate pain? Huh, a feeble spirit. Cant you endure it with determination and bravery?]

[Lungs: If pain is inevitable, why not savor it?]

[Large Intestine: If youre stuck, why not attempt to use a skill? What are you saving your HP for?]

[Your internal organs have encouraged you and granted you 100 HP.]

[Your current HP: 4,900]

Right. Skills. There might be a way. Raciel contemplated the possibility and clicked his tongue.

Darn it, I wanted to save my HP.

HP was not something easily obtained.

It was a precious resource.

He didnt want to squander it.

Ideally, he wanted to use it to raise the level of a skill in a truly desperate situation.

But now?

The top priority is to successfully anesthetize.

If that wasnt achievable, nothing else mattered. All the effort of coming all the way to Anbouaz would be in vain.

So, lets explore every potential method. Raciel resolved.

Each time I unlocked a skill, I gained unexpected additional features. When I obtained the Palpation skill, I acquired comprehensive check-ups and meridian scanning. When I got the Herbal Decoction skill, I could precisely analyze ingredients and effects.

And the Medical Billing skill?

It provided the most valuable option of gaining additional lifetime.

So, lets do it.

The skills that he could unlock. Among them, there might be something useful for anesthesia. He sensed the possibility. Determined, he opened the system window.

The response was immediate.

Ding-dong!

[Viewing the list of available skills to unlock.]

Whoa-!

His eyes lit up.

The message stretched from top to bottom. A neat list appeared before his eyes.

<Available Skills to Unlock>

[1. Acupuncture]

[2. Cupping]

[3. Moxibustion]

[4. Drug Identification]

[5. Herb Search]

[6]

[7]

So far, it was the same as before. But at the very bottom, a new option appeared.

[7. My Hand is a Healing Hand]

Huh?

While gazing at the list, Raciel paused. Suddenly, one possibility flashed in his mind like a bolt of lightning.

Could it be?

(To be Continued)

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