Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

"So, sick infected people can't get medical treatment?"

"Underground clinic, maybe this is the only way..."

Before the King Slayer could finish her words, there was a sudden sound of breaking glass not far away, and then a commotion, as if an accident had occurred on the way they came, which was the intersection of the Infected Hospital Street and another street.

They approached the accident scene and saw an Ursus youth about twenty years old lying on the ground, with deep red blood gradually spreading. Next to him was an old-fashioned car with broken headlights and shattered windows. The owner had already gotten out of the car and was sweating profusely explaining to the people around him that it was a car out of control, not murder.

Judging from the traces at the scene, the car must have knocked a person on the roadside away and then crashed into the wall.

The injured man was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. People nearby did not dare to approach him, for fear of causing trouble. Bai Lang walked to the side of the accident victim, squatted down, sniffed the young man's breath, and briefly checked the wound. He turned back and said to the onlookers with different expressions: "He just fainted. No fatal injuries have been found for the time being. Send him to the hospital quickly and he can still be saved!"

"It's good that he's not dead, it's good that he's not dead." The car owner stroked his chest and kept repeating, then shouted loudly: "You all heard it, this person is not dead, you can ask me for the medical expenses, I have something urgent to do now, I'll lend it to you."

He put a business card on the ground, then got into the car and started the engine. The sound was like the cough of a seriously ill old man. People nearby quickly moved away, fearing that this old car would cause more trouble.

Bai Lang ignored the car owner who hurriedly fled the scene. She pointed at the injured person and looked at everyone: "Does anyone know him?"

Everyone shook their heads.

This is troublesome, she thought to herself.

Fortunately, relevant personnel suddenly arrived at this time. Two young men and women in shabby clothes received the news and ran over panting:

"We are his friends."

Seeing this, the crowd of onlookers started talking:

"Send him to the hospital immediately!"

"That's right, this can't be delayed."

"I remember there's one nearby? It's just across the street."

But the two young men seemed not to have heard it. They lifted their companion up, kept thanking him, and then left the scene of the accident.

The crowd of onlookers also dispersed. White Wolf was worried, so he and the King Slayer followed the two young men carrying the people into an alley.

"Thank you, we will take him to the hospital and won't waste your time." One of the short-haired Ursus girls turned around and said.

"I don't want to follow you either." Bai Lang pointed at the patient's arm, where a hemp rope was tied around the wound. Blood continued to seep out of the wound. "But can your bandaging method keep him going until he gets to the hospital?"

The young man and woman lowered their heads in embarrassment, not knowing how to answer.

It seems that these two people have no experience at all. White Wolf pointed to the wall and said, "Okay, put him down. I'll help bandage him first!"

But the young man and woman in front of him were still hesitating, looking like they couldn't make up their minds.

The King Slayer could no longer bear it and began to lecture them, "Stop wasting time. Do you think we don't know that you are infected? The way you are now is equivalent to having 'I am infected' written on your faces, you know that!"

Looking at the two people's faces that turned pale, the King Slayer looked very disappointed: "What are you afraid of? We are also infected!"

As she spoke, she lifted up her sleeves, revealing the light red crystals on her arms.

In fact, I really didn't realize they were infected, White Wolf muttered to herself. The King Slayer had much more experience in this area than she did. But in order to cooperate with her companions, White Wolf pretended to know this and even used a caring look.

The two young men obediently put their companion on the ground, allowing White Wolf to untie the hemp rope and then re-bandage him. During this time, the King Slayer had been doing ideological work on them, and when White Wolf finished, the two men had become similar to his followers.

I didn't expect that the Regicide was a good leader. Maybe she would be an important person in the Integration Movement in the future. Should I pull her out of this mess in advance? White Wolf thought about this question seriously.

Afterwards, the two young men also revealed their secret. It turned out that in the city of Chernobyl, there was a special clinic specifically for the infected people, and they were going there to seek medical treatment.

The Regicide gave further explanation. Generally speaking, there are such underground clinics everywhere in Ursus. Due to the lack of supervision, their quality varies greatly, and there are many unscrupulous doctors among them.

But the place they went to this time was not an underground clinic. Although the location was extremely remote, it was built openly on the street.

The plaque at the door did not indicate that this was a medical institution, and it seemed to be a cover-up, with only four large characters simply placed on it - Azazel.

PS:

Let me tell you a secret.

Since I started writing,

I have to edit sensitive words almost every day.

then,

There is more and more strange knowledge d( o ωo )?

Volume 2: Chapter 22 Miracles Do Exist

clean!

This was the first impression Azazel left on White Wolf.

From the hospital lobby to the corridors to the wards, everywhere was cleaned spotlessly.

White Wolf had been to street hospitals in Colombia and knew what these institutions were like. Comparing this with the backward residential medical system in Ursus, it was truly astonishing that Azazel could achieve this.

The skill is revealed in the details. It seems that there is a master with superb medical skills in this place!

Although they have not met yet, White Wolf no longer dares to look down on Azazel.

After seeing the injured patient, the reception nurse immediately ran over to help. Together they transferred the injured to the emergency room on the second floor, and then Bai Lang and the others were asked to wait outside.

It seemed that he was mistaken for a family member, but it was still morning and Bailang was not in a hurry to travel, so he simply did not explain and stayed here to wait for the result.

She was sitting on a chair at the door of the emergency room, feeling a little bored. Suddenly, she heard clear and steady footsteps. It should be someone going upstairs, so she began to count silently in her heart.

When he counted to twenty-two, the footsteps stopped. It seemed that there were twenty-two steps between the two floors. As White Wolf thought about it, he looked up and saw that the person going upstairs was an old man named Liberi.

So high!

This old man from Liberi was more than a head taller than her, and he was estimated to be over 1.9 meters tall. Age seemed to have lost its meaning on him. Although he was an old man, he seemed to have much more energy and vitality than an ordinary young man.

However, what attracted Bai Lang the most was not these, but the other party's temperament like a sheathed blade. On the surface, it seemed gentle and introverted, but the moment it was unsheathed, it would definitely attract everyone's attention.

She has confirmed that this old man is the dean of Azazel!

If nothing unexpected happens, the other party will be able to use the scalpel to perfection, which perfectly matches his blade-like temperament and superb medical skills!

"Hello, are you the dean here?" Bai Lang stood up to greet him, feeling that he was asking a question that already knew the answer.

The old man nodded: "Are you the patient's family members?"

"No."

"No."

Bailang briefly explained the whole story and said that he and his companions would leave after getting the patient's diagnosis results.

As if in response, as soon as she finished speaking, the door of the emergency room opened, and the doctors and nurses looked very serious.

"I'm sorry." The doctor lowered his head, "The patient may not make it."

Everyone kept silent, and the short-haired Ursus girl who came with White Wolf began to wipe her tears secretly.

"Dean, is there no way you can do it yourself?" Bai Lang couldn't help but ask. She had seen the young man's injuries and they were not serious enough to be fatal.

"Old man, I actually don't know any medical skills." The dean's words shocked Bai Lang.

This is a lie!

The hospital director doesn't know how to cure diseases and save lives? Then why is he in this position?

The heavy atmosphere became a little awkward because of Bai Lang's interruption. The nurse noticed this and explained:

"The patient's condition is rather special. His injuries are not actually fatal. The problem is that he is also an infected person. Now, the appearance of trauma has triggered the onset of oripathy. We can cure the injuries, but we cannot cure oripathy."

The dean sighed, with sadness and emotion:

"This kind of thing is actually very common on the battlefield. The infected people there generally don't die in direct combat. Most of them die tragically after being injured because they can't suppress their mineralogy."

At this moment, White Wolf had a new understanding of the horror of oripathy, and she suddenly understood why Kal'tsit insisted that she take a few inhibitors with her and leave.

"If his oripathy is suppressed, then everything will be alright?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded, then smiled bitterly, "But now all we can do is hope for a miracle."

She knew very well in her heart that miracles were just wishes given to patients. She had been practicing medicine for more than ten years and had long given up such hope.

The more hopeful we are, the more desperate we become, but we must tell patients: there is still hope.

The doctor saw a golden reagent being handed to him, held in a white hand.

"Use this." said White Wolf.

What is this? The doctor was puzzled. The next moment, she saw the white mark of 'Rhodes Island' on the side of the reagent, and her heart trembled uncontrollably.

"Is this Rhodes Island's inhibitor?"

"That's right!" White Wolf stuffed the reagent into the doctor's hand, "Try this. At least there is still hope."

The doctor took the small golden reagent in a daze, a strange hope arose in his heart. Is it possible that there is really a patient who can escape this fatal dilemma?

She referred to the reagent instructions, carefully sucked the golden liquid into the syringe, and slowly injected it into the patient's forearm. (PS: The inhibitor can be used orally under normal circumstances and injected in emergency treatment)

After the reagent was injected, the Originium crystals on the patient's arm became visibly dim, and his pale complexion gradually improved.

The doctor excitedly checked the patient's condition again. After she was done, she turned around and looked at the expectant crowd with a look of disbelief on her face: "The patient, the patient is safe. The mineralopathy has been successfully suppressed!"

They snatched young lives back from the hands of death!

The legendary holy water, the thing that all the infected people long for, it turns out that this thing really exists!

Because of White Wolf's generous help, the hospital staff were all curious about this beautiful Miss White Wolf. As soon as she entered the lounge, a large group of male and female nurses and doctors surrounded her and asked her questions.

White Wolf was most afraid of this kind of occasion. The enthusiastic crowd would make her feel overwhelmed. After finally finding a gap, she looked at the King Slayer for help.

The King Slayer happened to be looking in her direction. After receiving her gaze, he immediately understood and drove away the overly enthusiastic employees in the name of finding a companion for business. In fact, the King Slayer had long disliked these people. Since they surrounded the White Wolf, the King Slayer inexplicably felt uncomfortable all over.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, but these kids were really too excited to see the patients getting better." After the white-haired old man Liberi and other employees left, he walked into the lounge with a smile.

"It's okay. They were like this, and I thought we went to Rhodes Island." The situation just now was surprisingly similar to the first time he met the Rhodes Island employees.

"Oh! Is Miss White Wolf from Rhodes Island?"

“Not really.” White Wolf felt that the other party seemed to be interested in Rhodes Island. “I am a cooperative operator of Rhodes Island, so I will receive inhibitors as a reward.”

"This kind of reward should be hard to get!"

This is hard to say. Theoretically, inhibitors are indeed scarce resources. Every time Rhodes Island takes them out, it seems to sell them to princes, nobles or large companies in various countries in exchange for research funds. However, the few that she had were directly taken by Kal'tsit. What's even more strange is that the other party did not limit the number, so she took three symbolically.

White Wolf had a feeling that with the good-tempered Ms. Kal'tsit around, if she wrote a letter back, she would probably get a few more by mail.

Although he thought so in his heart, Bai Lang still said sincerely: "You are right, Dean. I have only received three of these scarce resources since I started working."

Volume 2: Chapter 23 The Price of Lies

Dean Liberi nodded thoughtfully, took two steps back, and bowed.

"Miss White Wolf, on behalf of Azazel and the patients who were rescued, I pay my respects to you!"

ah? this!

She was originally worried that it would be difficult for others to believe her if she told the truth, and it would be difficult for her to explain, so she falsified the issue of the reagent and deliberately gave an answer that was in line with common sense.

But she was surprised by the other party's direct salute. It would be fine if what he said before was true, but the fact that there was another hidden story made her feel unworthy!

Bai Lang subconsciously wanted to move aside, but was worried that it would be impolite. At the critical moment, she suddenly had an idea and imitated the other party, bowing in a very formal manner:

"What I have done is nothing. What is more valuable is that you, the dean, continue to provide assistance to the infected people under such a high-pressure environment in Ursus. I just happened to save one person with the reagent, but your clinic has brought hope to countless people!"

Looking up, Bai Lang saw that Dean Liberi looked a little surprised at first, and then he smiled.

Sure enough, the principle of people carrying fancy sedans is applicable everywhere, and she did not lose out at all in this wave of commercial mutual praise.

The communication after that was much easier. The dean of Azazel was a well-informed man. He could talk about any topic, including politics, history, and military, in a simple and easy-to-understand way. In just one hour, White Wolf had a deeper understanding of Ursus.

Unfortunately, it was already noon, and they had to leave in a hurry, so they could only say goodbye to the dean and Azazel's employees. Before leaving, the dean specially exchanged contact information with the two of them, saying that if they encountered any trouble in Che City, they could contact him for help.

Out of politeness, Bai Lang said that she would disturb him if she had anything to say, but in fact, she did not want to cause trouble to Azazel. Most of the problems she encountered probably needed to be solved by force, and Azazel was a real hospital. The two were not in the same professional range at all!

In fact, when White Wolf recalled the past many years later, she always lamented that she was young and ignorant in the past. The longer she stayed in Terra, the more she understood this truth: many of the guys who had anything to do with doctors were monsters!

White Wolf and King Slayer arrived at the agreed location after lunch. The driver had not arrived yet, so they sat on the brown bench under the shade of a tree to rest.

With his keen sixth sense, White Wolf discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the King Slayer beside him. This situation had actually been going on for some time, probably since Azazel left.

She secretly glanced at her companion out of the corner of her eyes, and sure enough, she saw that the other person was slightly pursing his lips, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

This feeling of being stuck in between made her feel uncomfortable. After a while, seeing that the King Slayer still had no progress, she decided to break this situation in the simplest way.

"King Slayer, do you want to say something?" White Wolf asked directly.