"It's right there!" Lati said in front of several people, holding the torch.

Dagon struggled to drag the wooden door panels removed from Toby's house, and on them were Jelos. Jelos tried hard not to faint, and several ropes wrapped around his armpits and waist fixed him and did not let him fall. He was brought all the way by Dagon from Lati's house and headed to a doctor's house called Farrell.

Farrell lives on the hillside, and there are only sloping paths along the way, and many places are not as wide as the door panels. Dagon also wants to use a stretcher, but Lati and Toby are too weak to carry Geros together, and it is better than Dagon alone. In this way, Lati leads the way in front, and Toby holds a torch and uses a large bundle of branches to clear away the traces of pulling the door panels to prevent others from tracing.

It doesn't need to be cleaned up. As long as there is no trace on one mile, it will be difficult to catch up at night. Toby can follow the uncleared drag marks and is not afraid of falling behind. The only thing that hates is the crows, which already have two hovering over their heads, making an annoying rattle or two. It is said that crows can spot the dying person and then call their friends to enjoy the meal. As long as they are dead, they can swallow them regardless of whether they are rotten or not.

Geros didn't dare to sleep at all, and kept cheering himself up in his heart, thinking about his unfulfilled wishes and those who needed to care for and take care of him. He tried hard to open his eyes, fearing that the crow would pounce on him once he closed his eyes and would never see the dawn sun again.

"Here!" Lati held up a torch, and the light illuminated the simple courtyard of a simple farmhouse. The house was a combination of wooden shelves and adobe, and the thatch on the roof was pressed by some tiles. The courtyard was two parts of the ground, planted some unknown herbs, two ewes were tied to a jujube tree, chewing the grass leaves with their mouths, and then turned their butts. The black cat with yellow eyes was lying on the windowsill of the house, crawling between garlic and ginger, looking at everyone vigilantly.

"Doctor Farrell, I'm Latie Merry! Someone is injured, please help me!"

The room replied, "Come now, I'll wear pants", and then there was a spark of flint and iron sheets hitting. Dagon adjusted his breathing and looked at the surrounding environment, and felt something was abnormal. The heavy rain with thunder had only been falling, and there were signs of rain washing along the way. Why was this house and the yard not damaged? There was some water accumulation on the ground, but the tiles and thatch were intact, and the crops planted in the yard were straightened up, and there were not many fallen leaves of the jujube tree on the ground... Dagon thought for a while, then put down the stretcher on the door panel, untied the rope that tied the hunting axe, and held the weapon in his hand.

The wooden door creaked and opened inward. A chubby white cat slipped out and rushed to the corner of the room. After turning, it disappeared. A middle-aged man in a patched cotton pajamas held up an oil lamp, rubbed his thick dark circles and sleepy eyes, and looked outside with vigilance.

"Rati, who are they? Where are your parents?"

"My parents were killed by robbers, they rescued me, and were seriously injured." Lati quickly explained the situation in three short sentences.

Farrell walked over barefoot, holding the oil lamp on Jerros' face, and shook his body. "Oh, this sharp blade penetrates the heart, it's dead! Give him a pleasure, I'll tell you a beautiful place to bury people."

"He is on the right side of his heart, and this knife only penetrates the lungs." Dagon said hurriedly.

"But I'm a veterinarian!" said Farrell.

Dagon was stunned, a veterinarian? He looked at Geros. The strong man was gradually controlled by fatigue, and his eyelids were shaking and wanted to close. So he slapped Geros, woke him up, and then said to Farrell: "Don't think he is a human, this is a beast. If you have a hole, you can just treat it!"

"Last time you said that people are similar to pigs." Lati also said: "Treat, you can't watch a good person die!"

Farrell shook the oil lamp again to look at the wound, and the reflection of the flame on the metal axe of the hunting axe flashed in the corner of his eyes. "Well, okay. But I have to say it in front: I will work hard, but I can't guarantee healing him. I really haven't dealt with this injury. Also, don't scare me with that axe."

"If you can cure him, I thank you for not having time. How could you scare you?" Dagon gathered his magic power in his palm, activated the "hard" rune on the hunting axe, and inserted it firmly on the ground. He did this on purpose in front of Farrell, mainly to make him do his best to Jelos.

Farrell gave the oil lamp to Lati, and then carried Geros into the room with Dagon. "Put it on the bed, in the inner room. Lati, lifted my bedding inside and out of the space. Also, light up the lantern in the room, take a little candle, and sing it around the wounded, so that I can see clearly."

The room was soon illuminated by the lights of oil lamps, lanterns, torches and candles. Geros looked at the lights and knew that he was about to be treated, so he tried to lift himself up again. Farrell looked at the wound carefully and confirmed that it was not pierced. He touched Geros' pulse again, and then shook his head. "This heartbeat is too weak, do you still need to save it?"

"What animal's standard do you touch your heartbeat?" Dagon also reached out and touched. "I think he is in good condition."

"Yes... I'm stupid, this is not a cow." Farrell said: "To deliver the cow, I prepared some hemostatic agents and stimulants for cows in advance. I haven't used cow medicine on people, and now I don't have time to prepare other medicines, so I can only use it like this. The dwarf came over and tied his hands and feet."

Dagon gave him a blank look, untied his belt and stuffed it into Geros' mouth, and then pressed his shoulder with both hands. "Just do your work, he won't move."

So Farrell took a large paper bag of medicine that was crushed into brown-green powder from the next house, and shook and opened it. Then he pulled out the dagger and yelled at the wound.

"Uh!!! Uh uh uh..." Geros bit the belt hard, and his eyes were almost bursting out. He wanted to struggle, but Dagon firmly controlled his shoulders and pressed his thumb against the junction of several muscles, making him unable to move.

Farrell used his palm to gather the powder into the wound and tied it into a small pile. Farrell was still in great pain, but the wound quickly stopped bleeding, and it seemed that even the situation inside was getting much better.

"The easiest step has been completed, and it depends on his physique later." Farrell scratched his head and said, "It seems that the medicine used for the cow is too powerful. I have to reduce it. It must dissolve the blood stasis inside and prevent the wound from rotting. Dwarf, hold him down and keep a pinch of medicine powder piled up and covering the wound. Lati, come and help me with work, go and boil some hot water first."

By the time Toby came to the house with branches, the herbs were boiled. Farrell, carrying a bowl of yellow and black sticky liquid with a strong bitter taste, asked Dagon to help Jeros up and let him drink it.

Geros spitted off the belt in his mouth and nodded. His face was still very pale, his body was covered in sweat, and he was so weak that he could not lift his arm by himself. Of course, Dagon was also responsible for the problem with his arm. His grasping would indeed make his muscles temporarily sore and weak, and he could not lift them up even if he was not injured.

"Drink, feed me." Geros opened his mouth, and Dagon took the bowl and sent it slowly. The medicine was very bitter, and Geros's eyes began to twitch, but he still insisted on drinking it all.

"It seems that I have some strength, at least I have stabilized myself. But whether I can get rid of the danger depends on whether you can have a good sleep." Farrell said: "I will change you medicine and wear a bandage. Just close your eyes and sleep, and your heart must be full of expectations. We will take care of you and will get much better when you wake up."

Maybe there are sleep-aided ingredients in that medicine, or maybe Geros was already exhausted and had fallen asleep before he could change the medicine. His breathing was relatively stable and he did not have a fever, which was all good. Dagon could finally breathe a little and sit on the ground beside him.

"Don't sit down, the danger has just begun." Farrell said: "Does this man be blessed by gods? Does he usually carry a holy badge?"

Toby nodded and immediately took out the God of War's Holy Imperial from Geros's pocket.

"God of War? It's a little trouble. It would be great if it were Andos, the God of Breeding and withering." Farrell said: "Put the holy emblem in his hand and cover it on the bandage of the wound. I hope my mana is enough, and I hope this guy is usually more pious and the gods can bless him!"

Farrell sat on the edge of the bed, clenched his fist with his left hand and pressed the holy emblem with two fingers on the other hand. He began to send mana to the holy emblem, and prayed that the God of War could take care of the warrior and give him a chance to fight again.

Toby thought for a while and said, "Jeros is not only a warrior, he is also the leader of our caravan. He is very strict in management and has great prestige. We are all willing to obey. The half-dragon God of War is also the god of rule. The leader of the caravan can be regarded as the ruler..."

"Maybe it is useful, only the God of War knows." Farrell continued his prayer, adding a sentence "Let Jeros continue his rule and continue to work for the glory of the God of War."

The holy emblem shone brightly, and a soft light shrouded near the bandage, Geros' breathing became more and more stable. But after a while, Farrell was sweating heavily and had to withdraw his hand. A faint blue smoke came out of his fingertips, and he quickly blew it twice. At the same time, Geros also snorted and his eyebrows slightly frowned.

"I can't do it anymore, my mana is exhausted." Farrell staggered up, rushed to the table, picked up the cup and drank the herbal tea inside. This was done so well that Lati was soaked in water. After drinking, he took a few sips and said, "I used all my mana in the thunderstorm before. I finally managed to save the yard and house by relying on the barrier on the jujube tree, but now I can't recover. I was awakened by you halfway through my sleep, and I've reached the limit, so... it depends on him."
Chapter completed!