Chapter 1330: Chapter 1330
Sitting in the tent, Tilan changed into a special uniform, first putting on a pair of rare rubber gloves, then draping a waterproof coat over herself, tightening the cuffs, and finally putting on a special bird beak mask with activated carbon and incense filled inside the beak to manage any strange odors that might occur.
From the outward appearance, it was hard to relate the shadow wrapped entirely like a black crow to the usual Tilan. More people instinctively thought of her as a skilled doctor who was accustomed to witnessing life and death.
The first person to enter was a young Wolf Blood Species from the King Camp. His leg had recently fractured, but he hadn't much money for treatment. Initially, he was extremely anxious, fearing that the bone would heal poorly over time. Having heard some internal news from the Wolf Blood Species today, he hurried over at the first opportunity.
While others hesitated, he'd already urged his companions to help him into the tent.
"Isn't this Randy? Haha." The Wolf Blood Species guard at the entrance also recognized him.
"Lucky you, Master Gus instructed the first one to be free; go in." Upon hearing this, those behind regretted deeply not having squeezed in earlier.
Once inside the tent, Tilan had him helped onto the stone bed, quickly looked over the bent leg, and with a small hammer, struck it. A sharp cry of pain soon echoed from the tent.
A minute later, the treatment was finished, and a somewhat shocked Randy sat up from the stone bed and took a couple of steps.
"Uh, it's healed." Wasn't it supposed to take several weeks of rest?
"It's fine now, you can go." Tilan waved her hand, such bone injuries were all too simple for her.
"Thank you, thank you." Randy ran out of the tent, a bit joyously.
Seeing the guy emerge within a minute, albeit with a scream during the process, but healed this quickly? Those outside were astounded.
"Next." The guard called out.
"Me, me, me!" Quite a few people began to argue, eventually a tall and strong man squeezed in and handed the guard a bag of Blood Mark.
Looking at this burly bearded man, strong and carrying an axe, the people inside the tent felt curious and puzzled.
"What's your ailment?"
"My brain is sick, cough, I mean it seriously. Ever since a battle three years ago, I've had inexplicable headaches and nerve twitches. I suspect something's wrong, please Doctor, treat me." He quickly sat down on the stone bed.
In response, Tilan didn't answer immediately but walked over, placing a finger on his forehead. A cool surge of Magic Power instantly spread throughout his body, checking his condition.
This man indeed had issues with his brain because there was a fine needle inside; surviving this was truly fortune, Tilan marveled at the vastness and oddities of the world. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⚑fire.net
"Lower your head, don't move." Her voice through the mask was slightly muffled.
A true expert's skills are evident upon action, as the icy Magic Power instantly penetrated his body, the man realized this doctor wasn't simple, possibly stronger in combat than himself.
Seeing Tilan hold his head with one hand and wield a scalpel with the other, directly inserting it into his skull, those nearby watching couldn't help but feel a chill.
Fortunately, the scalpel didn't go completely in, just partially, opening a small seam on the skull.
Soon, a delicate bloody thread was slowly pulled out, then placed in the surgical tray beside. Afterward, Tilan put the scalpel away, and with a swipe of her finger on his head, the skull seam restored to its original state.
She let him lift his head, then saw the fine bloody thread in the tray beside him, finally recalling something.
"So it was this. I remember when I axed her to death back then, she looked at me with venomous rage; turns out she struck hard before dying."
Touching his head, this man cautiously shook, feeling better than ever, immensely grateful yet unable to offer more thanks due to lack of money.
"Words can't express my gratitude, my nickname is 'Fire Lion' Mu. If you ever need a hand, you can find me at the 'Salt Fire' settlement in the southwest." With this, still somewhat incredulous, he picked up his axe and slowly strode out.
His strength wasn't bad, probably around Sequence 5. Unfortunately, on this land, Transcendent skills weren't fully passed down, his Transcendent Core quality was lackluster, not even comparable to first-year students at Edith Academy. If it were those outstanding Sequence 3 freshmen from Yuanting Academy, they might spar evenly with him using their animal companions, Tilan estimated based on her past experiences.
With the examples set by the previous two, those behind were visibly more motivated, even starting to bribe the gate guard, hoping to get in for treatment earlier.
The morning swiftly passed, and as noon approached, those waiting in line outside were nearly gone, with only some onlookers remaining, though without significant ailments.
Although many were curious, hoping to go in for a check-up, the steadily increasing fees charged by the guard forced them to halt.
At noon, the King Camp's reporting clock chimed, signaling lunch and rest time. The medical tent where Tilan worked also paused.
Removing the somewhat stifling mask and coat, Tilan exited through a small door at the tent's back, stepping out for fresh air and to scout the market for places selling snacks or lunch. As for everyone else, they remained inside the tent, where the Wolf Blood Species King Camp prepared simple lunch meals.