There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

But an angry voice rang out from within the fortifications, "You barbarians! You didn't even bother to disguise yourselves, thinking you could fool us! We'll never be fooled again! You'll only be met with endless fury!"

I looked somewhat awkwardly at the group, still dressed in tribal attire, and turned to Gray to ask, "...Did you raid this place?"

After asking Senbo in a low voice, Gray replied confidently, "The Cedar Clan never crosses the Shiora Mountains. This place is probably a misunderstanding caused by other tribes raiding it!"

"What misunderstanding?! It's not like you're not from the Horde! You dare to pat yourself on the chest and say you're an Alliance paladin?"

I glared at him. At this point, I still needed to rely on my superior social skills to salvage the situation.

"You've misunderstood! This disguise is a last resort to deceive the tribe!" I said, gesturing behind me to change clothes.

The 460 Legion truly lives up to its reputation as my elite force. Their long-term training enabled them to instantly transform like magical girls, quickly emerging from the ranks in full armor and standing motionless in a row.

I pointed to the red cross on their chests and said, "We are a Red Cross caravan! We are mainly responsible for transporting supplies and providing medical assistance! If you don't believe me, look at the insignia on their chests and the peace symbol on my shoulder!"

Fighting roosters! The task of disguising yourselves as peace doves is entrusted to you!

There was a long silence from the fortifications opposite. "This is clearly more suspicious! And the machetes they're carrying don't seem peaceful at all!"

I approached the fortifications with a French military salute and continued my speech: "We are absolutely a legitimate caravan, just like the East India Company's business license! Have you ever heard of the Oasis Free Trade Zone? That's where we came from!"

At that moment, a strong man suddenly stood up from behind the barricade, slowly advancing with a hunting rifle in hand. He pressed the gun against my head and roared, "Ha! You've been exposed! That free trade zone is full of murderers! I heard their lord slaughtered an entire army by himself and even used enemy skulls as drinking bowls!"

Where did this rumor come from? All I did was crush a few people's heads! When did I ever make a kapok bowl?

But then again, the golden "Grim Reaper" trait on the character panel really does seem to allow me to kill without any guilt...

"Give us the honor of resting here for a bit, okay?" I lowered my voice and winked at the man. "Think about it, if we wanted to attack you, we would have just attacked you while you were wearing armor. Why are we wasting time here beating around the bush?"

The strong man held his shotgun firmly, refusing sternly, "No, even if you mean no harm, the orders from the streets of Delvas are to hold your ground and await reinforcements! We cannot risk the town's wounded! You must leave immediately!"

Hearing this, I suddenly whispered, "Wounded? Then you've come to the right place! Besides having the special ability to make supplies and donations disappear, our Red Cross is best at healing patients! Let me in and give it a try, I guarantee it will cure them."

Upon hearing this, the strong man indeed began to hesitate.

His behavior just now struck me as very strange; he was saying the harshest things while simultaneously engaging me in idle chatter without firing a single shot.

To put it another way, if anyone gets close to my Reverse Lightning Legion base and refuses to leave, I will definitely order them to open fire on the spot, so they will know what it means to be a free America, where gunfights happen every day!

Their actions make me seriously suspect that they have run out of ammunition and even their medical supplies have been cut off, which is why they are hesitant to act rashly and can only hide behind cover and bluff.

“But… if you come in like this, even if I trust you, the other residents won’t allow it!” The strong man finally shook his head.

But am I the kind of person who gives up easily? I'm known as the evergreen of the literary world and the Sammo Hung of the political arena, emphasizing flexibility! Don't even mention being a weather vane; I'm at least a tumbleweed, rolling towards the slightest breeze!

"It's alright, I'll go in and treat the patients by myself. Just don't mention our Red Cross affiliation!"

"Then what are you?"

I glanced at the two fighting chickens dozing on my shoulders, then at the meme-worthy pony circling beside my legs, and said decisively.

"Just say I'm from the circus!"

Chapter 496 Slaying Hua Tuo While the Wine Was Still Warm

When the strong man assured the townspeople that he was a medical expert from the Red Cross Chamber of Commerce who was skilled in circus arts, I didn't know what kind of position he was in.

Am I the best doctor in the circus? Or the best monkey performer in medical school? It seems that these days, it's all about overall ability.

So be it, let them play the monkey game. What am I going to all this trouble for? It's all to find some shelter for my men, so they can get a good night's sleep.

Hiking in the wild presents challenges such as being surrounded by venomous snakes and insects, and being easily disturbed by the wind and grass, making long-term exposure to the elements a psychological burden. Therefore, before primitive humans learned to build houses, they knew how to live in caves. Modern humans, on the other hand, risk their lives to drive up housing prices to tens of thousands of yuan per square meter, which can only be attributed to their inherent nature.

"I'm Sinclair, the temporary mayor here. What's your name?" The middle-aged man led me through the complex fortifications and into the room where the wounded were staying.

When I entered the town of Delvas and saw a large building filled with wounded people, I realized I had come to the wrong place...

Even the wounded have to sleep on the floor, so what about us, who have to sleep on the natural floor?

"Just call me Yoshikage Kira." Looking at the townspeople in their various terrible states, I couldn't help but utter a name that had nothing to do with being a doctor.

"What a strange name... Dr. Yoshikage Kira. Please hurry and treat them; the residents probably won't last much longer. Our medicine here... is completely exhausted..."

He spoke so kindly while brandishing the gun in his hand; the scene was quite harmonious.

"What happened? Why are there so many wounded?" I ignored the guns pointed at me and asked the middle-aged man who had brought me in.

The acting mayor shook his head helplessly and had his entourage bring out their remaining surgical instruments, such as bandages, scalpels, and forceps, as they waited for a miracle to happen.

In this room, there were no fewer than thirty injured people, all with rather serious flesh wounds. Some had large gashes on their bodies, some were missing limbs, and some had festering, rotting wounds, and were currently unconscious with high fevers.

In such dire circumstances, unless the reinforcements they spoke of could arrive with good medicine within two days, at least half of the people in the house would die.

"Alright, acting mayor, trust me, it's definitely the right choice."

I said something casually, walked over to the patient closest to me, and began to examine the injury using the system.

The colonist system indicated that the person had been struck in the leg bone by a sharp weapon, and the bleeding had not yet stopped, accompanied by obvious symptoms of infection. The system also displayed a prominent message that there were still 12 hours until death from infection.

So I decisively activated the colonist system's healing function and began the system's unique manual healing.

After the system command was issued, I slapped him on the neck.

The patient, who was groaning in pain, fainted instantly. Then, I pressed my fingers on several nerve nodes to temporarily slow the bleeding. After that, I punched his injured leg, shattering the dislocated leg bone that was healing!

Even though the man had fallen into a coma, he woke up instantly from the excruciating pain. However, the colonist system showed no mercy and knocked him unconscious again with a single blow. They then used the scythe on his arm armor to cut away at least three ounces of flesh before applying the wild herbs I had brought. Afterward, they used wooden boards and clothing to bandage his injured leg and placed him back on the ground.

"Hey, 67% treatment success rate, not bad."

This series of smooth and quick operations was so fast that the armed townspeople who came in to monitor me didn't even have time to react before I had already tormented the wounded man to the point of near death, leaving him lying there motionless.

I didn't have time to worry about Sinclair's feelings. I quickly found a second patient, cut off his rotten and inflamed finger, applied medicine, bandaged it, and then knocked him unconscious to complete the physical anesthesia.

Then the third one...

This one is even more tragic. Not only is he covered in bruises and fractures, but the bones in his arms are also exposed. He looks like he's barely clinging to life.

After the colonist system straightened him out without discrimination, the shadows of fists transformed into a shower of falling meteors that rained down on him. Because the scene was so familiar, I couldn't help but shout "Ora Ora Ora!" in an attempt to amplify the power.

Anyway, after a flurry of punches, the blood stasis and bone misalignment in his body had been mostly resolved, and after treating the external injuries, he would be basically safe.

But to others, it looked like I had given the patient a good beating, causing him to vomit blood and convulse. The patient even looked at Sinclair at the door with despair, as if accusing him of not just killing him directly, but instead having him tortured in such a cruel way!

Sinclair finally snapped out of his daze and roared as he rushed forward to stop me, "Stop! He's already injured like this, why are you still going to Ora him?!"

But the colonial system didn't care about medical disputes at all, and with a casual slap, he turned into a painting on the wall.

"Don't come near! Once I start treating, I can't stop. If you don't want to get hurt, stay away!"

Before I could finish speaking, two other armed villagers rushed at me, trying to stop me. Firing a gun in a confined space is dangerous, so they opted to drop their weapons and engage in hand-to-hand combat. Unfortunately, I landed a straight punch on each of their chests at the Tanzhong acupoint, causing them to collapse to the ground, paralyzed and unable to move.

Even the patients were startled, thinking that the town had been attacked again, and they all struggled to their feet, trying to escape.

But I easily moved the wooden cabinet to block the door.

As a doctor, my only thought is to treat patients wholeheartedly; I don't care about anything else.

The scene in the ward afterwards is reminiscent of Ip Man's classic scene of "I'm going to fight ten people." All the patients who tried to escape from me were knocked to the ground with a single punch. Then, my left arm guard slashed and cut flesh and bones, while my right fist struck pressure points like rain, making my whole body tremble.

Every now and then, there were medieval standard procedures like amputating necrotic limbs, making the whole room bleed profusely and incredibly terrifying.

Compared to the old-fashioned Western medicine practitioners who resort to bloodletting for the slightest headache or fever, my method is as scientific and efficient as possible. At least it leaves no lasting damage to the external wounds. Combined with the wild herbs I brought, the treatment quality generally hovers between 40% and 70%. Looking at the system interface, all the wounds are bandaged and healed, and the patients are out of danger.

In fact, by the time it came to the last few patients, they had clearly given up resisting. They trembled as they looked at the patients on the ground, who looked like corpses, and hid in the corners of the walls, shouting desperately.

But after performing a bloody operation, I bound them with bandages into uniquely styled rice dumplings. If anyone walked in, they would think that a deranged killer skilled in rope bondage had entered this place.

The primitive surgery was indeed incredibly bloody, and the methods were no different from witchcraft and sacrifice. Putting myself in Cao Cao's shoes, I would also stage a scene of "warming wine before beheading Hua Tuo".

Sinclair watched in despair as I completed a "massacre," then screamed hoarsely, "You're a madman! You're not a doctor! Who are you?!"

Only after I finished treating my last patient did the colonist system stop taking over my body and regain control.

I shook the blood off my hands and calmly replied, "I already said, my name is Yoshikage Kira, I'm 27 years old, and I live in the Free Trade Zone in the northeastern part of the Riegomi shrub desert."

"By the way, I don't smoke, and I only drink in moderation. I go to bed at 11 p.m. and make sure I get a full eight hours of sleep every night. Before bed, I always drink a glass of warm milk, then do 20 minutes of stretching exercises, and then I fall asleep immediately. I sleep soundly until dawn, never carrying fatigue or stress into the next day. The doctors at Arkham Asylum all say I'm perfectly normal and could never be crazy!"

Chapter 497 truly reflects what Lu Xun said.

Fortunately, as time went on, Sinclair's emotions gradually stabilized, and the attitudes of the other two militiamen also softened. They even helped me clean up the bloodstains in the house and rearranged the unconscious patients.

Of course, this is related to the fact that, as the circus manager, I performed the acrobatic act of cutting a gun barrel with a sickle in front of them.

In any case, watching three strong, burly men reluctantly move a corpse in front of me was quite an interesting experience.

But the benefits of doing so were obvious. During the cleaning and moving process, after checking each patient individually, they finally confirmed that these patients were only unconscious and had not died from the beatings and abuse.

"Yoshikage Kira, your medical skills are truly... indescribable..."

Sinclair picked up the newly forged short-barreled shotgun, sighing, and casually loaded a bullet, aiming it at me with remarkable skill; he was clearly a tough, indomitable man.

I shrugged helplessly: "My treatment methods are rather hard-line. If I were to discuss it properly with the patients, I usually wouldn't get their approval, so I have to act first and ask questions later. What do you think of this explanation?"

"...May I ask, how many patients have you cured since you started practicing medicine?" Sinclair's hand trembled with anger, but he still asked through gritted teeth.

I counted on my fingers: "I've only healed one person... but I've also healed two animals!"

Sinclair's beard trembled as he overturned the cabinet blocking the doorway: "Why didn't you say you were a veterinarian sooner!"

I helped him throw the cabinet out the window and replied matter-of-factly, "You didn't even ask me!"

…………

Through my efforts, I finally won the trust of the town of Delvas and was allowed to build our own fortifications along their fortifications. They also provided enough sheets, blankets, pots, pans, tables and chairs so that we could rest there for a day.

However, I think they did this more likely because they were afraid we would start looting if we ran out of supplies.

After the rescue was completed, they all agreed that I was a highly skilled veterinary expert who ran a circus!

The resolute-looking acting mayor and I were sitting in the town's tavern, each with a drink in hand. He was curious about our purpose, and I was curious about their ordeal, so an open and honest conversation seemed the most appropriate course of action.

"Mayor Sinclair, what's going on here? Who started this battle of this intensity?"

It's not that I look down on them, but in these remote desert regions, only small groups of bandits usually raid and harass, and they don't usually go so far as to besiege towns.

Sinclair's face darkened: "This is a tragedy... Delvas is a trading post on the southern trade route of the Aim Human Federation, and it has always maintained neutrality, welcoming merchants from all directions. But the day before yesterday, a group of barbarians came here and forcibly demanded supplies."

I asked, "And then they started fighting?"

Sinclair shook his head and said, "No, the original mayor agreed to provide supplies, believing that peace was more important than wealth. But when they went out to hand over the supplies, another group of barbarians broke in, not only stealing the supplies but also kidnapping the mayor who had gone to negotiate..."

Why is it so chaotic? Even when thieves are fighting each other, they don't care about the order of arrival.

"And then you guys started fighting?" I guessed.