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Chapter 1080 System Mistakes

"Could he be possessed by some demon?"

"I'm going to kill him"

"Okay, bring the entire guard."

“Are you looking at him too much?”

"These possessed guys should not be underestimated."

"it is good"

"Ding, your identity is exposed, run!"

"Fuck, you said you were the system"

"I am a system, but this is a modified script that exceeds my ability to protect it."

"All right"

Zhao Wuji was first sniped by an archer from the Elf King's Guard, and then stabbed dozens of times."

"Ding, this time I will take some responsibility and give you a chance to start over."

"Ding, the designated script "The Lord of the Rings" begins"

"Why did it change into the Lord of the Rings again?"

"I treat these two scripts equally."

“How many times have I experienced this?”

"How should I know? Your memory will be reset, and as a program, I am even easier to reset. Let's stop talking nonsense and start."

Zhao Wuji's eyes went dark, and when he opened them again, the blinding sunlight made him raise his hand to block it out. He could hear noisy voices and the neighing of horses, and his nose was filled with a strange smell of grass, soil, and horse manure.

"Hey! New guy! Stop standing there! Move these armors to that tent over there!"

A middle-aged man with a stubble on his face yelled at him and threw a bundle of rusty chain mail at him. Zhao Wuji subconsciously caught it, but the heavy weight almost made him drop it.

"Where is this?" Zhao Wuji looked around and found himself standing in a medieval-style military camp, surrounded by soldiers wearing leather armor or chain mail. In the distance, a flag fluttering had a white horse pattern on it.

[Ding! You are currently in the world: The Lord of the Rings, Second Age 3018, Location: Rohan's Westmark Barracks. Your identity: Rohan's ordinary soldier (group performance)]

A line of translucent text suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wuji. He blinked, but the text was still clearly visible.

"What the hell?" Zhao Wuji muttered softly, feeling dizzy at the same time. A lot of information flooded into his mind - the system told him that he must earn 100 million gold coins in this world, or wait until the Lord of the Rings plot officially ended before he could return to the real world.

"One million gold coins?!" According to the new knowledge he had acquired in his mind, the annual salary of an ordinary Rohan soldier was only 100 gold coins. This was simply an impossible task.

[Rule 1 of the Extras Rules: Do not change the plot of the original work in any way, otherwise you will be severely punished]

"Fuck, just protect me, why are you talking so much nonsense"

"Hey! What are you daydreaming about?" The bearded man came over again, this time with a horsewhip in his hand, "If you dawdle again, I'll whip you ten times!"

Zhao Wuji quickly picked up the bundle of armor and walked towards the tent in the distance as instructed. On the way, he noticed several people in gorgeous clothes standing outside the largest tent in the center of the camp, among which a tall blond man was particularly eye-catching.

"Is that Eomer?" Zhao Wuji recognized the third marshal of Rohan. This meant that the current timeline was probably when Gandalf was imprisoned by Saruman and Rohan was being secretly eroded by Saruman.

For the next three days, Zhao Wuji, as a low-ranking soldier, did all kinds of odd jobs - carrying supplies, feeding horses, and cleaning stables. Every night, lying in the crowded barracks, with sore bodies all over, he was thinking about how to survive in this world and earn that astronomical sum.

[Ding! The host's strong will to survive is detected, activating auxiliary function: basic survival skill package]

When he woke up on the morning of the fourth day, Zhao Wuji found that he had a lot of practical knowledge in his mind - basic swordsmanship, horsemanship, wilderness survival, and even some simple herbal knowledge.

"You still have some conscience, that's good." Zhao Wuji moved his wrists and felt that his body was much more flexible than in the past few days. Perhaps he could use these skills to improve his current situation.

"Don't expose yourself. If you get killed like just now, it won't be my responsibility."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

The opportunity soon arrived. That afternoon, several soldiers in the camp were injured during training, and the military doctor was busy treating them. With his newly acquired knowledge of herbal medicine, Zhao Wuji recognized that some of the herbs used by the military doctor were not properly matched.

"Sir," Zhao Wuji approached cautiously, "if you use valerian and chamomile separately, the effect may be better."

The military doctor, a short, fat man with a bald head, looked up and regarded him suspiciously. “Do you know anything about herbs?”

"I know a little bit. My grandmother is the village herbalist." Zhao Wuji made up an excuse.

The military doctor snorted, but still adjusted the prescription. That night, the pain of the injured soldier was indeed relieved a lot. The next day, Zhao Wuji was transferred to the medical tent as an assistant.

"It seems that the skills given by the system are really useful." Zhao Wuji thought as he ground the herbs. If he could use his knowledge and understanding of the original work without changing the plot, he might really find a way to make money.

A month later, Zhao Wuji had become the right-hand man of the military doctor Vita. Not only did he master the knowledge of herbs in Middle-earth, he also quietly improved the formulas of several potions - of course, using "grandmother's secret recipe" as an excuse.

"John (Zhao Wuji's alias here), send this batch of ointment to the cavalry camp." Military doctor Vita pointed to a dozen small pottery jars neatly arranged on the table, "Their reconnaissance team will set out tomorrow and they need to take these with them."

"Yes, sir." Zhao Wuji carefully put the ointment into the cloth bag. Since becoming a medical assistant, his living conditions have improved a lot - he has a separate simple bed and more daily rations of food.

On the way to the cavalry camp, Zhao Wuji was thinking about his plan. According to his memory of the plot, Rohan was about to face a series of major events: Saruman's attack, the Battle of Helm's Deep, and the alliance with Gondor. These were all opportunities, provided that he could find a way to profit without interfering with the plot.

"Stop! Who are you?" The guards outside the cavalry camp stopped him.

"John from the medical tent, sent the ointment on the orders of military doctor Vita." Zhao Wuji raised the cloth bag in his hand.

The guards checked and let him go. The cavalry camp was much cleaner than the camps of ordinary soldiers, and the horses were carefully taken care of. Zhao Wuji was led to a large tent, where a heated discussion could be heard.

".There has been no news from the scouts in the east for three days. This is very abnormal." said a deep and powerful voice.

"I suggest sending a team of elite soldiers to check it out. It might be those damn Uruk people." Another voice responded.

Zhao Wuji stopped outside the tent and recognized the first voice as Eomer. According to the plot, this should be the period when Rohan began to be attacked by the Uruk-Kim controlled by Saruman.

"Report! The ointment has arrived from the medical tent!" the guard announced loudly.

The conversation in the tent stopped abruptly. "Come in," Eomer ordered.

Zhao Wuji lowered his head and walked into the tent, where he saw Eomer and several cavalry commanders gathered in front of a map. He handed the ointment to a servant beside him and was about to leave when Eomer stopped him.

"Are you Vita's new assistant? I heard you know something about herbs?"

"Yes, sir. I know a thing or two." Zhao Wuji maintained a respectful attitude.

Eomer looked at him and said, "Some of our cavalrymen have received strange injuries during patrols. The wounds have turned black and are difficult to heal. Vita's medicine has limited effect. Do you have any suggestions?"

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat - this was clearly a wound caused by a poison weapon used by Saruman's Uruk tribe. According to the original book, this poison required a special antidote.

"Sir, can you let me see the injured?" Zhao Wuji asked cautiously. The system did not warn, indicating that this level of intervention would not affect the main plot.

Eomer led him to the nearby tent for the wounded, where several strong cavalrymen lay on simple beds, their faces pale and with blackened wounds on their arms or legs.

Zhao Wuji confirmed his guess after checking. "My lord, this is some kind of dark toxin. Conventional herbs have limited effect, but I, uh, my grandmother once taught me a recipe that may require some special materials."

"What do you need?" Eomer asked eagerly.

"It's mainly Athelas grass, and a small amount of silver powder." Zhao Wuji recalled the method Aragorn used to treat Frodo in the original book. Eomer frowned: "I know Athelas, but silver powder... It's not cheap."

"A small amount will do, sir. One ounce of silver powder can treat ten people." Zhao Wuji calculated. In fact, he was not sure whether the formula would work, but it was worth a try.

"All right." Eomer told his servant, "Go to the vault and get two ounces of silver powder." Then he turned to Zhao Wuji and said, "If you can cure them, I will recommend you to the king as an official physician."

Zhao Wuji was secretly delighted - this was exactly the springboard he needed. That night, he used silver powder and Athelas grass to make an ointment and carefully applied it to the wounds of the wounded. To his relief, the black color of the wounds did begin to fade the next morning.

"Well done, Jon." Eomer patted him on the shoulder. "I will keep my promise. But before that." He lowered his voice, "I need you to prepare more of this ointment. I have a feeling we will need it soon."

Zhao Wuji nodded in agreement. In the next two weeks, he was busy preparing various potions, especially anti-poison ointment. At the same time, he used his position to collect various information - the supply routes of the military camp, the market prices in nearby towns, and the trade situation in Rohan.

One night, when Zhao Wuji was sorting out medicinal materials in the medical tent, the system suddenly popped up a prompt:

[Warning: Three days later, Saruman's Uruk tribe will launch a large-scale attack on the border villages of Westmark. This is a key plot in the original novel, and interference is strictly prohibited.]

Zhao Wuji stopped what he was doing. This was important information—although he couldn't interfere with the incident itself, he could prepare in advance and gain benefits from it.

The next day, he found Eomer and said, "My lord, I have a disturbing feeling. Poisons have become more common among the wounded recently. I am afraid that the enemy is gathering strength. I suggest that we should stock up more medicines, especially potions that can stop bleeding quickly."

Eomer pondered for a moment. "Your intuition is very sharp. In fact, we have received similar intelligence. I will order an increase in the storage of medical supplies." He paused and said, "Yorn, from now on, you will be responsible for the preparation of medicines for the entire barracks. If you need anything, just go directly to the quartermaster."

Zhao Wuji bowed in thanks. After receiving this authorization, he immediately took action. On the one hand, he did prepare a large number of emergency medicines; on the other hand, he quietly contacted nearby merchants and ordered a batch of medicinal materials that would definitely skyrocket after the war.

Three days later, in the middle of the night, alarms rang throughout the military camp—the border village was attacked and a large number of wounded were being sent in. Zhao Wuji and the medical team were busy for two full days and nights. Thanks to their thorough preparation, they saved many soldiers who would have died otherwise.

“Your foresight has saved many lives, Jon,” an exhausted Eomer told him after the battle. “The people of Westmark will remember your service.”

Zhao Wuji lowered his head modestly, but in his heart he was calculating the benefits of this incident - his reputation was greatly improved, he was officially appointed as the chief physician of the West Mark Barracks, and his annual salary increased to 50 gold coins. More importantly, the value of the medicinal materials he had stockpiled in advance has now tripled.

"Not enough, far from enough." Zhao Wuji wrote down the latest figures in the account book - including the profit from reselling medicinal materials, he now has about 200 gold coins. It is still a long way from the goal of 100 million, but at least the first step has been taken.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuji has lived in Rohan for eight months. With his medical skills and "foresight", he has become famous in the West Mark region and was even invited by the local lord to his home to treat his family.

On a rainy afternoon, Zhao Wuji was sorting medicinal herbs in his new residence, a small wooden house next to the military camp, when he suddenly heard a hurried knock on the door.

"Dr. John! Urgent summons! The king's messenger has arrived!" a young soldier shouted outside the door.

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly put on his coat and headed for the main tent. The atmosphere in the tent was solemn, with Eomer and several generals gathered in front of a map, with a dusty messenger standing in the middle.

"Saruman's army has breached the fords and is advancing eastward," the messenger reported. "King Théoden has ordered all Westmark forces to withdraw to Edoras immediately."

Eomer's face was gloomy. "Just as you expected, Jon. Saruman has finally revealed his true colors." He turned to Zhao Wuji, "We need your medical team to accompany the army and prepare enough medicines."

Zhao Wuji nodded in agreement, but his heart was in turmoil - this was the prelude to the Battle of Helm's Deep! According to the original novel, the Rohan army would first withdraw to the capital Edoras, and then be forced to retreat to Helm's Deep. In this epic battle, although Rohan eventually won, he suffered heavy casualties.

[Warning: The Battle of Helm's Deep is a key plot point, and any form of interference is strictly prohibited. The host can only provide medical support that is consistent with the historical background.]

The system prompt appeared at the right time. Zhao Wuji secretly calculated that he could not change the outcome of the battle, but he could make some preparations in logistics and medical care, which would not only save lives but also make a profit.

In the next three days, Zhao Wuji led the medical team to prepare various medicines and bandages day and night. At the same time, he quietly did two things: first, he sent his trusted assistant to Helm's Deep to rent several houses near the fortress as medical stations in advance; second, he contacted several trusted merchants and ordered a large number of materials necessary for post-war reconstruction.

"You seem prepared for this crisis, Jon," Eomer said thoughtfully as he packed his luggage.

Zhao Wuji had already prepared his words: "Sir, ever since I discovered those dark toxins, I have been researching ways to fight against Saruman. A physician's duty is not only to treat, but also to prevent."

Eomer nodded approvingly. "When this is over, I will recommend you to the king as the royal physician."

The army began to retreat to Edoras. Along the way, they continued to take in refugees fleeing from the border, and the team became larger and larger. Zhao Wuji was busy organizing a medical team to treat refugees and soldiers.

When they finally arrived in Edoras, the city was already in a state of preparation for war. Zhao Wuji was assigned to work in a temporary medical clinic, where he was exposed to a large amount of news from the front line every day. Through this information, he confirmed that the plot was developing according to the original book - Gandalf had lifted the curse of Saruman from King Theoden, and Rohan decided to retreat to Helm's Deep.

"Physician John, the king summons you." One evening, the servant came to summon him.

Inside the Golden Palace, King Theoden sat on the throne, looking older than Zhao Wuji had imagined but with sharp eyes. Gandalf stood beside him, his white robe gleaming slightly in the candlelight. Zhao Wuji suppressed his excitement at meeting a legendary figure and bowed respectfully.

“Is this the physician with great foresight you spoke of?” Théoden asked Éomer.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Doctor John has accurately predicted the enemy's actions many times, and his medicines have saved the lives of many soldiers."

Gandalf looked at Zhao Wuji with sharp eyes: "A mortal doctor has such foresight. Interesting."

Zhao Wuji felt a chill, fearing that Gandalf would notice something. He lowered his head and explained, "Your Excellency, I am just good at observing details. The enemy's actions often have traces to follow."

Gandalf hummed noncommittally and turned to Theoden: "In any case, we are in urgent need of a skilled physician. There will be a fierce battle in Helm's Deep."

In this way, Zhao Wuji was assigned to the team heading to Helm's Deep. Before setting off, he made one last preparation - he found the largest gambling house in Edoras and bet half of his savings (150 gold coins) on whether Rohan would win the Battle of Helm's Deep. The gambling house owner looked at this crazy doctor and gave him a 1:5 odds.

"If I win, it will be 750 gold coins." Zhao Wuji calculated, "With the medicinal materials business, it can exceed 1000 gold coins."

The scene in Helm's Deep was even more stunning than in the movies. In the huge canyon, the ancient fortress was built against the mountain, and the walls were towering into the clouds. Zhao Wuji immediately began to set up a medical station and sorted and stored the medicines he had brought in advance.

The preparation period before the battle was extremely busy. Zhao Wuji not only had to arrange a medical station, but also had to train the temporarily recruited assistants to treat the wounds. At the same time, he closely observed every detail to ensure that his actions would not affect the main plot.

[Warning: It is strictly forbidden to reveal the results of the battle or the fate of key figures to anyone]

The system reminded him again, and Zhao Wuji could only remain silent, even when he saw the optimistic expressions on the faces of many young soldiers who had no idea about the future.

The battle started on a stormy night. The first wave of Uruk attacks came like a tide, and Zhao Wuji's medical station was soon filled with wounded. He led the team to work day and night, using all kinds of methods to stop bleeding, suture, and detoxify.

"Doctor! Come and have a look at this!" A soldier covered in blood rushed in carrying his companion. Zhao Wuji checked and found that it was internal bleeding, and according to the medical conditions in Middle-earth, there was almost no hope of saving him.

"Prepare for surgery." Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and said. He used the first aid principles of the modern world - applying pressure to stop bleeding and raising the lower limbs to maintain blood supply to the brain. These techniques that were unheard of in Middle-earth actually worked, and the soldier's vital signs gradually stabilized.

"How did you do that?" the assistant beside him was stunned.

"I was just lucky." Zhao Wuji brushed it off lightly, but he was thinking in his heart - if he could systematize this modern medical knowledge, wouldn't he be able to make a lot of money by opening a medical school after the war?

The battle lasted all night, and at dawn, with the arrival of reinforcements led by Gandalf and Eomer, the situation reversed. Zhao Wuji stood at the door of the medical station, watching the sunlight penetrate the dark clouds and shine on the valley floor. The scene was exactly the same as in the movie, only more shocking and bloody.

According to statistics after the war, Zhao Wuji's medical team treated more than 300 wounded soldiers, and the mortality rate was reduced by half compared to usual. This achievement made him famous, and King Theoden personally awarded him the title of "Friend of Rohan" and rewarded him with 200 gold coins.

What was even more gratifying was that when he sent his assistant to Edoras to exchange the bet, the gambling house owner looked unhappy but still paid 750 gold coins. Together with the profits from the medicinal materials business and the king's reward, Zhao Wuji's total assets exceeded 1500 gold coins for the first time.

"At this rate, maybe I can really save up 100 million." Zhao Wuji felt a glimmer of hope as he wrote down the latest figures in the account book. But he also knew that opportunities like Helm's Deep were rare, and he needed to find a more stable source of income.

Before leaving Helm's Deep, Gandalf said to Zhao Wuji meaningfully: "Healer, your skills are extraordinary. Middle-earth is facing the threat of dark forces, and people like you are what we need."

Zhao Wuji bowed respectfully: "I am just doing my best, Your Excellency."

Gandalf stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Do you believe in fate, Doctor Jon?"

Zhao Wuji's heart tightened, and he answered cautiously: "I believe everyone has his own path to take, sir."

"Interesting answer." Gandalf smiled. "Perhaps we will meet again, Doctor Jon. This is the 100 million gold coins that the king paid you in advance."

Watching Gandalf's departing back, Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. Dealing with important characters in the original novel is like walking on a tightrope. The slightest mistake could change the plot. Now I have money.

"I don't want to play anymore, system, I want to return"

“Ding, reasonable request”

"Memory Cleansing"

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and saw Li Jingling looking at him outside the hibernation capsule.