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

The boat controlled by Lann 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 the small boat had turned scarlet due to the bleeding of the 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 En is only 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!"

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

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

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

It is similar to operating next to an alcohol lamp in biological experiments.

"Old Allen, what do you mean?"

That was the tool set he commissioned Ivan to forge. The first user of this thing was supposed to be himself.

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

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.

For normal ancient surgeries, the probability of no wound infection was about 30%.

But Lan En is a witcher! Maybe? Right?

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

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

After greeting a few people, they gathered in a circle holding torches.

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

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

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

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

"Mentos, correct my double vision."

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.

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

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

Persuasion? To me?

Why?

Lan En's amber cat eyes glanced around, and Mrs. Downer, who was sitting slumped with a small cloth bag in her hands, naturally came into view.

But just talking about Wei Lun's life, he really knows everything.

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

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

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

Mrs. Downer shook her head slightly.

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.

"We all have a responsibility."

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

The brain that withstood 70% proficiency perfusion in a short period of time developed a stress response, and the residual image in the field of vision was just normal.

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

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

Lan En's hand is very steady, everyone who has seen his swordsmanship can't help but say so.

As for the feel of a knife cutting through flesh, the young man who has hunted dozens of water ghosts is already familiar with it.

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

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

When the surgical knife collided with the arrowhead of the crossbow, and there was a metallic touch, Lan En breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Not sure!

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

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

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

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

It was the time when people were working in the fishing village, and the pier was actually crowded with people. This was not normal.

A terrible suspicion quietly penetrated Lan En's heart.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

"It's not your fault, Lan En." Old Allen murmured this sentence for a long time.

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

When young people think about it, this should be the most important thing for village elders.

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 Willen is indeed dangerous, but it is not so terrifying, and it is not a war period.

He can't wait any longer!

Even Bernie's lips are pale now.

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

"Torches come closer."

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

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

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

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

The slightly bent back was relaxed and straightened slowly again, and the relieved breath was 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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