Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 794 Black Cat White Cat
Thanks to timely treatment, Benny's originally fatal injury was almost completely healed in just three days.

Wounded soldiers kept arriving from the front lines, and to make room for those who needed them, he was unsurprisingly quickly moved to a tent in the recovery area, where he shared a large dormitory with dozens of other lightly wounded soldiers in the same condition.

Being able to walk means being able to move freely.

The food and treatment at the field medical ward were much better than in other places. In addition to the standard three meals a day, there were two extra nutritious meals provided. It was unclear how the fresh fruits, vegetables and meats were managed to get to the front lines.

The huge wound on his chest had been completely stitched up, but the itching caused by the growing flesh still made Benny restless and unable to sit still on the stretcher. He could only wander back and forth in the rear camp.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the temporary camp of their battalion headquarters and bumped into their comrades who had just been rotated off the front lines of the fighting.

"Captain! Your injuries have healed?"

"So fast? Those field medics are amazing!"

"We heard that you single-handedly killed a Demon Lizard Warrior with a bayonet. Is that true?"

Benny silently watched the group of soldiers gathering around him and noticed that there were many new faces in his hundred-man squad. He was not surprised by this situation. Once on the front line, it was inevitable that soldiers would die in battle. As the largest troop transfer station in the rear, Highland City would continuously transport newly recruited soldiers over, break them up, and supplement them into the grassroots combat departments. In this way, every new recruit who had just arrived at the front line could be assisted by veterans with rich combat experience.

The only thing that comforted him was the sight of several familiar faces in the machine gun squad and sniper squad... the few young men he had been leading since he was promoted to battalion commander, who had survived the bloody battle of the past few days.

Benny said apologetically, "I originally came here to get some ammunition supplies for your emergency needs, but I almost got myself killed there..."

Several veterans smiled and comforted him, saying, "We all thought you had sacrificed yourself. We were all determined to avenge you... The remaining soldiers in the team joined up with Lieutenant Nelson's battalion nearby and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy that attacked later, until the logistics support team finally arrived at night."

It was clear that most people at the time believed they were doomed and fought on with a doom-or-die mentality... The fact that they received reinforcements from the rear when they were out of ammunition and supplies could only be attributed to good luck.

That guy Nelson...

Upon hearing this name, Benny felt a weight lift from the bottom of his heart.

There is no doubt that this second lieutenant, who concealed his identity as a church priest and fabricated information to enlist in the army, seriously violated military regulations.

If Benny were to set off immediately and report this directly to the military law department, a squad of fierce-looking military police would rush to his battalion headquarters, handcuff him, and take him away without a word.

But... did he really need to do this?
Looking at the group of soldiers in front of me, I saw many unfamiliar faces who had just joined... They had high noses, deep-set eyes, and slightly curly hair, typical grassland features. The rolled-up sleeves of their uniforms clearly revealed the church tattoos on their wrists.

His Majesty and the Kingdom's government... do not seem to reject these devout believers of the church from joining the army, and other soldiers from Saint Valen's own country have hardly shown any signs of discrimination or exclusion.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "Is Lieutenant Nelson's battalion also stationed near our camp?"...

Field medical station, emergency medical center.

Dozens of medical tents were set up in rows, and military doctors in white coats hurried in and out, while rescue teams ran to transport wounded patients who had just been brought back from the front lines.

“Open wound, bleeding level three…no airway obstruction, the injured person is conscious.” Simmons pulled the triage sign hanging on the wounded soldier’s wrist, muttering to himself while his hands moved without stopping. “We can proceed with hemostasis and suturing directly. Take him to the surgical alchemy beast and wait there.”

"Wait!" Vilan suddenly raised his hand to stop him, flipping over the tag on the wounded soldier's wrist to reveal a hastily written note: "The wounded soldier stated that he took a short-acting stimulant three hours ago, and then took it again an hour after being injured due to blood loss and severe pain... Simmons, he probably cannot undergo anesthesia."

Simmons immediately frowned and asked uncertainly, "What if we suture it directly without anesthesia?"

Before Vilan could reply, the doctor's assistant immediately said, "This level of wound suturing might cause him to go into shock due to severe pain. In that case, we'll have to risk using a regeneration drug to save him."

The regeneration potion's nourishing effect on the soul is indeed as effective as bringing the dead back to life, but its side effects are also obvious... Moreover, the quota sent to the front lines is being consumed very quickly, and it is generally not used lightly unless the wounded are in extremely critical condition.

Moreover, the regeneration agent can only quickly promote the growth of flesh and blood at the wound site, and it is not effective against internal injuries. If the soldier cannot withstand the infection and high fever in his body, he will eventually suffer from repeated injuries and will not be able to fully recover for a long time.

As the three were quickly discussing treatment options, the soldier lying on the stretcher groaned in discomfort and spoke up, "Doctor... cough cough, don't worry... phew, even without anesthesia, I can get through this."

Although the soldier said this, his pale face and trembling body clearly did not make it believable.

The tent flap of the emergency room was suddenly lifted, and a junior officer in a second lieutenant's uniform crawled in. "This child is a soldier in my battalion. Please be sure to perform surgery to stop the bleeding as soon as possible... I might be able to think of a way to relieve the pain and administer anesthesia."

Simmons stared at the person who entered, his expression immediately freezing. Then, with a hint of disgust, he raised his hand to straighten his blood-stained doctor's coat.

"Priest Simmons..."

“Lieutenant Nelson, when we were in the military, we should address each other by our rank… There are no priests or clerics here.”

Simmons doesn't approve of guys like Nelson who broke their promise, secretly left the team, and ran off to join the army... What kind of priest would go to the front lines to fight with a gun!
Back in the monastery, they weren't even under the command of the war priests... Even now, with His Majesty the Emperor forbidding the church from openly proselytizing, their former friends' actions can be considered a complete betrayal of their personal beliefs.

Vilan, however, paid no attention to the private conflict between the two former "charlatans" and pressed on, asking repeatedly, "Do you have a way to solve the problem of not being able to be anesthetized?"

Nelson gave a wry smile and nodded, saying, "It's simple. This child is a devout believer from Eisengard. If we use holy prayer on him to enhance his mental resilience in a short period of time, he will surely be able to endure the intense pain brought on by the surgery!"

(End of this chapter)