My Players Are So Fierce

“Woo-hoo, in our place,” someone would seek out a bishop-level Priest for such injuries, who could cast advanced healing spells to regenerate wounds, and even grow back the skin.”

Necromancer Bella snorted and argued,

“That’s a lot more convenient than your complicated and tedious procedures.”

“Yes, Spiritual Energy and magic are such unreasonable things; they almost toppled the scientific worldview I built in the first half of my life.”

A Feng did not refute this point, but he shook his head and said,

“However, as far as I know, the number of bishop Priests on the entire Continent who can easily cast advanced healing spells does not exceed five hundred.

Someone of humble origin like Lieutenant Robinson would never be able to touch that circle in his lifetime.

Even if a miracle actually allowed him to find someone who could help, the expensive offering would be enough to make him choose to end his own life.

Our technology is complicated.

But once the procedure goes through, as long as I can adapt and research a simplified method, I can train many, many doctors.

Someday, ordinary people will be able to undergo such surgeries.

That is the meaning of the existence of medicine, even with the special factor of Spiritual Energy, ordinary doctors are still indispensable.”

“Hmph.”

Necromancer Bella remained noncommittal about this argument.

It stopped its ideological debate with its apprentice and focused instead on observing the techniques A Feng used to cleanse and suture the patient’s wound.

It had to admit that A Feng’s skills were even superior to the mad constructer, Lame Claw’s—no!

They were not even on the same level.

Compared to A Feng’s precise, almost artistic suturing, Lame Claw’s rough-and-ready approach was more akin to butchery.

Thirty minutes later, A Feng finished the surgery.

He stepped back after setting down his tools and stretched his body, while Necromancer Bella took over the next step.

It cast a healing spell on the unconscious lieutenant, waiting for the wound to heal, while infusing a concoction of alchemical nutrients it had formulated with A Feng into the weak lieutenant’s body through an improvised IV.

The chairs surrounding them were filled with the “first trainees of the Transia Field Hospital,” who quietly observed the whole surgery as part of their training before “taking on their roles.”

On the second floor of this healing place, Murphy and President Natalie had also witnessed the entire process.

“How is it?”

Murphy asked Natalie, who had remained silent,

“My second warrior’s performance wasn’t bad, was it?”

“If such a level of emergency aid and healing spells can only be described as ‘not bad,’ then I’m afraid most of the doctors on the entire Continent have fallen into the category of ‘quacks’,”

Natalie said with a sharp tone,

“Your warrior has a level of expertise and professionalism in the medical profession that would make King Louis’s Imperial Physicians feel ashamed.

I’ve never seen mere wound cleansing and suturing that involves so much intricacy.

Maybe I should really take your advice and have all the healers and Priests of Avalon Church come to Mr.

Yang for study.

Especially his philosophy in the medical field…

If bishop Priests serve the officials and nobles, then he represents a medical philosophy that truly serves the commoners.

There may still be a gap in effectiveness between the two, but the philosophy itself is worth recognition and learning by all followers of my God.”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear,”

Murphy nodded and said to Natalie,

“The newly established Avalon Church is the largest healing organization on this fertile land of Transylvania, and your Priests have provided treatment and assistance to many in the territory in the past few months.

Yet their numbers are still too few, common people with occasional minor ailments can’t always trouble the esteemed Priests and bishops.

Therefore, I hope to take the opportunity of our upcoming ‘Field Hospital’ project to invite the Priests and Herbalists under your command to join.

Together we can explore the methods of healing and develop a set of effective medical textbooks, which would allow us to use them as teaching materials to train more doctors and healers.

Like this book…”

The Vampire Lord took a handwritten book from the Psychic package and handed it to Natalie, who glanced at it—the title of the book was quite peculiar.

“Barefoot Doctor’s Manual?”

The President of the Adventurer Guild said in surprise,

“What does this mean?

Where does this book come from…

Is it an object from another world?”

“Uh-huh, it’s a ‘treasure’ brought by my warriors from their world,”

Murphy explained with a subtle smile,

“It originated from a great nation during a particularly difficult period and is a special strategy they implemented.

This book contains hundreds of recipes and methods for treating and preventing various diseases; of course, we can’t use it directly, as the environments and even the expressions of diseases are completely different between our two worlds.

It doesn’t have much use here, but the approach can be learned from.

A book like this certainly can’t make an ordinary person into a good doctor overnight, but it ensures that in times of crisis, even common people know how to save themselves.

I hope to entrust this task to Avalon Church; I hope you can compile books of the same nature under A Feng’s guidance.”

He looked at Natalie and said earnestly,

“I believe you can understand how much the already poor reputation of Avalon Church could be redeemed once this set of books is compiled and distributed throughout the Continent as we progress.”