Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 757 Battlefield First Aid
Yanshan, a temporary command post for artillery positions in the northern border region.

Launching military operations against the Lizardmen's Floating Island 5 in the Leroux Canyon and setting up all logistical and medical departments there is arguably the safest and most reliable option.

The artillery fire roared continuously from dusk until nearly midnight. The army troops that had been deployed to the outer edge of the canyon had also received orders to launch a general offensive half an hour earlier and began to gradually advance into the canyon.

As a result, close-quarters combat could break out at any moment, and accidental injuries to soldiers would be inevitable.

However, the field medical station had already begun receiving the wounded and providing on-site treatment more than an hour earlier.

The first group to be carried up from the foot of the mountain by airships were a group of warriors of the bloodline, almost all of them wounded and bruised.

The medical director led a team of doctors and nurses to the injured, checking each person's injuries one by one. They then quickly completed the triage and screening process, and had the assistant doctor hang a simple "injury case" card on the injured person's wrist.

More than ten seriously injured people are in critical condition. Although they have taken alchemical potions to slow down their injuries and promote blood clotting, they are currently barely breathing and will likely die if they are not rescued soon.

The medical director counted the number of seriously injured people, then waved his hand, and with the help of other soldiers, they hurriedly carried them into the operating tent. More than ten medical alchemical beasts that had been prepared in advance would assist the surgeons in their rescue efforts.

The majority of those with minor injuries had gruesome wounds that looked terrifying, but in reality, they were not in great danger of death. Only a few unfortunate souls, whose hands and feet had been clearly severed, needed emergency suturing surgery before returning to the capital for limb transplantation.

Simmons' medical team, consisting entirely of recent graduates, was assigned to a medical tent for treating the lightly wounded.

But the first person carried in didn't look like someone with "minor injuries."

The man's military uniform clearly displayed the rank of a junior officer, but strangely, his entire body was soaked in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. One of his arms was twisted and deformed at the lower end, clearly indicating that it had been broken in two from the inside by a blunt force injury.

This is a very serious fracture. Even if the broken bone did not pierce the skin and flesh, surgical treatment with the help of a medical alchemist is required.

"Huh?" Vilan reached out and picked up the card hanging from the injured man's wrist, exclaiming in surprise, "A Starfire Warrior! This officer is actually a Starfire Warrior?"

Before Simmons, who was assisting with the treatment, could figure out what was going on, Santas, lying on the stretcher, groaned, "Doctor, is there a problem?"

Vilan shook his head. "I'm sorry, this is the first time I've seen the rumored new transcendent... cough cough, I need to know how you were injured in the battle so I can decide how to treat your injuries."

Santas, pale and weak, said, "That's precisely why I insisted on being assigned to treat the lightly wounded! Doctor, my arm wasn't broken by a blunt weapon; it was from damage to my armor, which deformed and squeezed it like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Simmons had already noticed the strangeness of the injury... This level of hematoma was indeed unlikely to be caused by a simple fracture. Only if the flesh and muscle tissue were also compressed and torn could it lead to the current situation.

Santas continued to plead, "Could you please find a way to treat me with healing spells or alchemical potions? We can't compare to those bloodline warriors... I won't be able to control my magic armor for at least a month after the surgery. If I fall behind in training and missions, I might lose my captaincy!" Vilan looked enlightened.

It turns out that this young Spark Warrior commander was worried that the surgery would lead to a slow recovery and affect the execution of subsequent missions!

Despite being nominally in charge of the medical tent, Vilan instinctively looked at Simmons beside him, seeking his opinion with his eyes.

Simmons pondered for a moment, then meticulously followed the contents of the field medical manual. "Judging from the extent of Commander Santas's injuries, the best treatment option is still open surgery... After all, it's a fracture caused by compression, and such severe hematoma indicates that the flesh and muscle of the arm have also suffered considerable trauma. It's necessary to cut open the flesh and reset the broken bones, and if necessary, remove the swollen and necrotic muscle as well... Of course, alchemical potions to promote flesh growth and recovery should also be used in conjunction."

Faced with a doctor whose demeanor was remarkably similar to that of a Vatican charlatan, who was pontificating about performing surgery—not only setting bones by hand but also removing flesh and muscle—Santas nearly fainted from exhaustion.

Simmons quickly changed the subject and whispered to Vilan, "But... that batch of trial potions issued by the Potions Research Institute before this operation... that batch of [Rebirth Potions], perhaps we could consider using them on Commander Santas's injuries."

Vilan paused for a moment, then said cautiously, "The new drugs from the Potions Research Institute... although they have undergone clinical trials, wouldn't it be safer to use them on ordinary soldiers...? This one is a Starfire Warrior."

The meaning is very clear: if anything goes wrong with the potion, they cannot afford the responsibility of losing a Starfire Warrior.

Simon was speechless. Others might not know the secrets of this "Rebirth Potion"... but how could he, a former priest of the Holy See, not know?
It's simply a combination of alchemical potions and papal magic, using the power of blessing to amplify the medicinal properties of the plant-based medicine that promotes the regeneration of flesh and the healing of limbs several times over. If the medicine is administered in time... it can even achieve effects like finger regeneration.

This is a creation that can truly be called a "divine" miracle.

The priests and clergy who were initially semi-forced to participate in the development of the drug were extremely resistant to this behavior and privately wished to regard it as a heretical and blasphemous act.

But once they arrived at the Kingdom's Medical Center and saw hundreds of doctors treating patients and the injured with equal care, regardless of their background or status, they could no longer muster any thoughts of opposition.

"Black cat or white cat, a good cat is one that catches mice..."

It is said that this was a phrase His Majesty the Emperor often used, and it subtly influenced the beliefs and thoughts of these clergymen.

Since they are to share the heavy responsibility of protecting their people and saving their communities, they should naturally set aside their differences and work together. In addition, the exiled papacy is currently trapped in the Holy City and is on the verge of collapse. Being able to prove its worth to the Magic Emperor of Saint Valen will undoubtedly help its fellow believers.

The situation is beyond our control...

Simmons made up his mind and immediately gritted his teeth and said, "We'll use the medication! We can't let this young officer lose his fighting ability for a long time. I will take full responsibility for it."

(End of this chapter)