Alice in the Land of Steam

"Add 15% iodized salt to the medical solvent made of silver dragon grass and moonlight petals and apply it evenly around the wound to stop bleeding and relieve pain. Then dilute the wing powder of Atelier butterfly with water, dissolve it in the neutralizing agent and let it stand for half a minute, then inject it subcutaneously through a syringe to enhance blood vessel activity and speed up the body's self-healing process. Finally, use the same strength as 'patting a cat's belly' to gently wrap the bandage woven from silver silk and fairy vines around the wound three times in an oblique cross method and tie a knot. This will complete the wound treatment!"

The pink-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and said to the wounded in front of her with a serious face: "In order to heal your wounds well, you can't do any strenuous activities in the next half month, and you can't eat a lot of meat. You should try to control the amount of food you eat to half full at each meal. Also, drink plenty of water, urinate frequently, and most importantly, maintain a good work and rest schedule..."

Regina looked at the little person in front of her trying to act like an adult, but because of her lack of experience, her tone was dry and she couldn't help but want to laugh. But she controlled her emotions well, just a smile on the corner of her mouth, and nodded to her gently: "I know, thank you, little doctor."

"I don't think it's necessary to add the word 'small'."

The pink-haired girl said solemnly, "A doctor is not limited by age, and the injured are not limited by status. This is what Sister Shesta taught me."

This time Regina finally couldn't help herself and laughed out loud. After she finished laughing, she reached out and gently rubbed the little girl's head. The touch was warm and soft, just like the flowers blooming in spring. Although, since she became a member of the Ash Guerrilla and was active day and night in the gloomy and bleak Black Forest, Regina has never seen spring flowers again. But today, a group of strangers who came from afar, like the messengers of gods descending from the sky in ancient legends, not only brought spring and flowers, but also brought precious hope.

"Thank you, Metien." She said sincerely, "You are a great doctor. I'll leave my companions in your care."

Her serious look made the pink-haired girl a little flustered. This warm and sincere praise also made Metien, who was practicing medicine for the first time, feel a surge of warmth on her cheeks. She held the medical box on her waist tightly with both hands, and shook her head with a red face, looking very cute: "I, I'm not that good, I still need to keep practicing!"

After saying that, she left the cabin in a hurry, saying "I'll go help treat the others," as if she was running away. Regina laughed dumbly and said to herself, "Really, I'm like a monster. But if it's her, she should be able to become good friends with Mitch and the others, right?"

friend.

What a luxurious word.

It was so extravagant that when Regina said it, she couldn't help but feel as if she was in another world, as if she had forgotten it for too long and felt unfamiliar with it. In this dark and barren black forest, there was no peace, no friendship, and no beautiful childhood, only fighting, escaping, killing and being killed.

Regina put down her clothes, put on her cotton coat and leather armor, and covered the wound on her abdomen. It was the wound caused by a magic knight's gun when she was covering her comrades' retreat in the previous battle. Although it was just a narrow miss, the bullet with concentrated magic power did not need to hit the enemy directly, and it could also cause damage to the enemy by releasing a violent magic flow. The final result was that Regina narrowly escaped death, but a scar at least as long as a palm was left on her abdomen. But she kept it a secret from her comrades, giving priority to giving medicine to other wounded soldiers, and relying on her Sequence 6 body and perseverance to hold on. Until the little girl named Metien came to treat everyone just now, she saw at a glance that her wound was more serious than others, so she insisted on her first treatment.

To be honest, the little girl who looked weak and fragile actually burst out with such amazing momentum that Regina was a little scared. She didn't dare to object and could only accept the treatment obediently.

After putting on the equipment, the heavy feeling made Regina feel much more at ease. Although Metien deliberately mentioned in the doctor's instructions that she should not do too strenuous activities, this level of weight was nothing to Regina. And only this feeling of being protected could make her feel a little safe, although from a practical point of view, this level of protection was basically equivalent to no protection against the magic guns and magic cannons of the Axis army. But sometimes, psychological security is more important than physical security. This is a truth that only those who have engraved the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield into their bones can understand.

After leaving the cabin, Regina saw the wounded in the team lying on the grass in groups of three or four to rest, or leaning against each other, chatting to relax. A dozen furry white rabbits jumped in the crowd, bringing them water and food. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would believe that such a fairy-tale scene would appear in the depths of the dark and terrifying Black Forest? In the eyes of the residents of the Ansers area, this forest has always been synonymous with weirdness and charm, and it is the soil where sin and conspiracy breed. Only smugglers who deserve to be hanged, desperate poor people, and vicious cult members dare to go deep into it and associate with the cold and evil ash creatures.

Under the constant propaganda of the Axis Powers, perhaps the Ash Guerrillas have also become a group that people need to fear? Although, Regina never felt that she had taken the wrong path.

Metien carried the medical kit made by the boss lady for her, and like a hardworking little bee, she shuttled back and forth among the wounded, always able to accurately see who was more seriously injured and who needed priority treatment. Behind her was a strange team, including a lamb, vampires and traveler fairies on the lamb's back, and a long list of strange magical plants. Whenever the pink-haired girl stopped to treat the wounded, these magical plants would gather around the wounded and whisper, "Such a serious injury", "It's too late to save him", "I think amputation is the most appropriate treatment", or "How about we play Master Abbot's "Elegy" for him", which made the wounded pale and sweaty, thinking that they were already beyond saving.

Then the pink-haired girl would turn around and glare at them fiercely, making these talkative guys stand at attention and keep quiet, not daring to talk nonsense anymore. As Regina said before, she looks weak on the outside, but she is very imposing when she is serious. She will definitely become a great doctor in the future, even though she is still very unskilled now.

The unskilled here does not refer to the techniques, skills or dosage of medicine. In fact, the pink-haired girl is incredibly skilled in these basic skills of doctors, as if she had already experienced high-intensity training that was not suitable for her age, so she knows every step very well. But it is obvious that she has never applied the experience learned from books to practice in the past, so her methods are a bit rigid. Whether it is the dosage of medicine or the method of wrapping bandages, they must strictly follow the rules taught in the books. Even while treating the wounded, she kept repeating the meaning of each step and the ingredients of each medicine, as if to reassure the wounded. But in fact, if she didn't say a word, the effect might be better. After all, everyone can see how nervous and cautious she is now.

However, no one would dislike such a serious and hardworking girl, and some members who were not injured took the initiative to help her work. Soldiers who had experienced more than three wars but not died more or less mastered some knowledge of first aid and nursing. The pink-haired girl was not polite and naturally commanded these members of the Ash Guerrilla, distributing medicines, asking about the injuries, and comforting their emotions... as if she did this often.

On the contrary, the two companions who came with her and claimed to "protect Metien" seemed a little sensitive. No matter who wanted to get close to the pink-haired girl, the white-haired, red-eyed vampire girl would look them up and down with a majestic and cold gaze, which made people feel uneasy; and the petite traveler fairy was even more vigilant, looking around and patrolling everywhere. Even the sound of a gust of wind in the forest would make her face tense and startled, which made people laugh. Speaking of which, the combination of humans, traveler fairies, vampires, and even magical plants was too rare. When Regina first saw them, she thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. How could these races be mixed together? How did they make the barren and desolate ash land glow with natural vitality? And what was their purpose in coming here? If it was for preaching, now was the right time, but so far, Regina had not seen the pastor Lingge that Brother Carson mentioned. It couldn't be that Metien was the one in charge of the missionary work? She looked so young, how could she possibly be responsible for such an important task?

These travelers with mysterious origins seemed to be shrouded in an incredible fog, making it difficult to see through them.

It is certainly a good thing to receive kind help in times of crisis; but if this kindness does not seek any return - or in other words, does not seek any immediate return, it will make people feel uneasy.

Regina let out a breath and quickly put these things behind her, not because they were unimportant, but because thinking too much would not help the current situation. There will always be a way, she thought, as long as she trusts Brother Carson's judgment. They have been doing this for the past six years, and they have never doubted it. If they doubted it, they would not be here today. If there is anyone who is worthy of everyone's trust and expectation in the Ansers region where the gods have left, it must be him.

The Eagle of the Ash Hill, the proudest heart born from the land of ash, the flag of the Suarez people.

Eternal.

……

At the same time, inside Tianxin Church.

"I have asked my companions to make arrangements. Water, food, medicine, and other supplies you need will be delivered soon, and the wounded are receiving effective treatment. If you have any other needs, please let me know. I can't guarantee that I can do it, but I will try my best to meet your needs."

Linger said to Carson Borg who had returned. After receiving the young man's promise, the latter returned to the team without stopping and announced the good news to his companions. However, based on cautious considerations, they did not choose to enter the range of Yunjingkong Island, but temporarily camped in the open space far away, that is, the No. 11 stronghold belonging to the Ash Guerrillas. Linger could understand this. He did not expect to gain trust with temporary goodwill. The relationship between people depends on every sincere helping hand and every effective communication.

Now that the helping hand has been extended, it is time for communication to play a role. Based on the brief contact just now, Linger judged that Mr. Carson Borg was not a difficult person to communicate with. He was calm, cool, and calm in the face of adversity. At the same time, he was bold and careful. He cared more about the situation of his companions than his own safety. Such a person undoubtedly met the most basic and important characteristics of the protagonists in those medieval chivalrous novels: generous and magnanimous, valuing righteousness over death, and knowing how to repay kindness.

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“Thank you for your generosity, Pastor Ling.”

Carson Borg placed his left hand on his forehead, drew a circle on his heart with his right hand, and bowed to the young man solemnly. It was a religious etiquette. Generally speaking, when a believer offers this gift to someone other than God, it means the highest degree of recognition and respect. If the supplies that originally belonged to the Ash Guerrillas were simply returned to the original owner, it would naturally not be worthy of such gratitude. But in fact, the supplies stored in the No. 11 base alone were not enough to restore the vitality of this team that had just experienced a fierce battle, so Pastor Linger also donated a batch of supplies in the name of Tianxin Church, and even sent a nun with professional medical knowledge - although she looked a little young, it was better to have it than not - this was the real reason why Carson Borg was grateful.

But the young man didn't know which god Mr. Carson believed in. At least, the gestures and movements of his prayer did not belong to any of the animist sects he was familiar with.

Since there is no violent interference from the united religious groups, the religious environment in the East Continent is much more complicated than that in the West Continent. In some areas, even the Church of the Evil God can be seen everywhere. Speaking of which, when we first met, Carson Borg's serious and vigilant reaction didn't mean that he thought he was a cultist with bad intentions, right?
Ling realized this belatedly.

"However," after saluting and thanking me, Grayhill Eagle showed a bitter smile again: "I sincerely hope that you can finish your words at once next time, at least... don't let me be frightened a second time. This heart has never wavered in the face of the invaders' artillery fire--"

He pointed to his heart and said in a complicated tone: "But just now I could hardly feel its existence."

"Is it."

Pastor Linger blinked, his pure and transparent golden pupils were filled with doubt and thought: "I thought you would think I'm humorous."

"Uh..." (End of Chapter)