When the strong man promised the townspeople and claimed that I was a medical expert who was a good circus sent by the Red Cross Chamber of Commerce, I didn't know what this was?

Is my best medical skills in the circus? Or is it the best I play in medical school? It seems that what I am trying to do these days is to be comprehensive.

Just play with monkeys. Why did I spend a lot of effort? It’s not just to find some houses for my subordinates to shelter from the wind and rain, and have a good night’s sleep.

The wild march faces the problem of poisonous snakes and insects surrounding them, and the disturbances of the wind and grass, so long-term sleeping is psychologically troubled. Therefore, primitive humans knew how to find caves to live in before they knew how to build houses. Modern people even sacrificed their lives and worked hard to create a house price of tens of thousands of yuan per square meter. This can only be said to be due to nature.

"I am Sinclair, the temporary mayor here. What's your name?" The middle-aged man took me through the complicated fortifications and walked into the room where the wounded lived.

When I entered the interior of the Delvas Town station and saw a large house full of injured people, I felt that I had come to the wrong place...

Even the injured can only apply to the floor, so we still have to sleep on pure natural floors?

"Just call me Kira Yoshikage." I looked at the residents of these small towns with different tragic situations and couldn't help but say a name that had nothing to do with the doctor.

"What a strange name...Doctor Kira Yoshikawa. Then please treat it quickly. The residents may not be able to hold on for too long. The medicines here... have been exhausted..."

He said so kindly, while raising the gun in his hand, the scene was very harmonious.

"What's going on? Why are there so many wounded?" I ignored the gun fingers around me and asked the middle-aged man who brought me in.

The acting mayor shook his head helplessly, and asked the entourage to take out their only remaining bandages, knife and pliers, and wait for the miracle to come.

In the room in front of me, there were no less than thirty injured people, all of which were quite serious skin injuries. Some were cut into big holes, some were missing arms and legs, and some were simply suppurated and rotten. At this time, they had a high fever and were unconscious.

In such a bad situation, unless the reinforcements they mentioned could arrive with the wounded medicine within two days, at least half of the people in the house would die.

"Well, acting mayor, I believe I am definitely the right choice."

I said lightly, walked to the patient closest to me, and had an injury through the system check.

The colonists system showed that the man was hit by a sharp weapon and his bleeding had not stopped at this time, and he was accompanied by obvious infection symptoms. The system also showed that there were 12 hours before the time for the infection to die.

So I decisively activated the treatment function of the colonizer system and started the system-specific barehand treatment.

After the system command was issued, I slashed his neck with a palm.

The patient fainted in a low voice due to pain. Then, my fingers were tapped on several nerve nodes in succession, temporarily slowing down his bleeding speed, and then punched the injured leg, shattering the healing and dislocated leg bone!

Even though the man fell into a coma, he woke up instantly under the huge pain. However, the colonists' system knocked him out with another palm without pity, and used the sickle on his arm armor to cut off at least three taels of meat. Then he applied the wild herbs I carried, and then tied the injured legs with wooden boards and clothes, and put him back on the floor.

"Hey, the treatment level is 67%, it's not bad."

This series of smooth operations was so fast that the armed townspeople who came in to monitor me with guns had no time to react, and I had already tortured the wounded to death, leaving him lying there motionless.

I didn't have time to take care of Sinclair's emotions, so I decisively found a second patient, cut off his rotten and inflamed fingers in a few seconds, applied medicine and wrapped it with bandages, and knocked him out casually, completing the physical anesthesia work.

Then the third...

This is even more miserable. Not only does it mean that the bones on the body are bruised and broken, but the bones on the arm are exposed, and it looks like there is only one breath left.

After the colonists treated him equally, the fist shadow turned into a meteor shower that fell to the ground and fell on him. Because the scene was too familiar, I couldn't help but shouted Eula Oula Oula, trying to increase its power.

Anyway, after a chaotic punch, the blood stasis and bone misalignment in his body had been almost solved, and it would be basically safe after the trauma was treated.

But in the eyes of others, I was the patient who was spitting blood and twitching all over. The patient also looked at Sinclair at the door with desperate eyes, as if accusing him of why he didn't kill him directly, but instead made people torture him with such cruel methods!

Sinclair finally came to his senses and roared forward to stop me, "Stop! He is so injured that he still needs Ola?!"

But the colonists didn't care about medical troubles, and he beat him into a painting on the wall with just one hand.

"Don't get close! I can't stop once I start treatment. If I don't want to get hurt, just stay away!"

Before I finished speaking, two other armed villagers rushed up to try to stop me. It was very dangerous to shoot in the narrow space, so they chose to put down their weapons and fight in close combat. Unfortunately, I punched them straight at the Danzhong point in my chest, and fell to the ground with a paralysis and could not move.

Now even the patients were shocked, and they all thought that the town was attacked again, and they struggled to stand up and wanted to escape.

But I easily moved the wooden cabinet and blocked the door.

As a doctor, I think of treating patients wholeheartedly and not caring about everything else.

The scene in the ward behind can be recalled by the classic plot of Ip Man "I want to hit ten". All the patients who tried to escape from me were knocked to the ground by me with one punch. Then, the left arm and arm cut the flesh and bones were cut, and the right fist hit the acupoint like rain.

From time to time, medieval standard operations such as cutting off necrotic hands and feet, the whole room became extremely terrifying.

Compared with the old Western doctor who has a slight headache and fever, my technique has been as scientific and efficient as possible, at least without any future problems in trauma. In combination with the wild herbs I brought, the quality of treatment generally hovers between 40-70%. After seeing the system interface, all bandages and cures them, and they are out of danger of life.

In fact, by the last few patients, they had obviously given up their resistance, and looked at the patient who was like a dead body on the ground with trembling eyes, hiding in the corner and shouting desperately.

But after I had a bloody operation, I used a bandage to trap them into very systematic rice dumplings. If someone came in, I would definitely think that a perverted murderer who was good at rope art came in here.

The original operation was indeed extremely bloody, and the methods were no different from witchcraft sacrifices. If I were Cao Cao, I would have performed a warm wine to kill Hua Tuo.

Sinclair looked at me in despair and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You are a madman! You are not a doctor at all! Who are you!"

After I treated the last patient, the colonist system stopped taking over and restored my control.

I shook the blood on my hand and replied calmly, "I said everything. My name is Kira Yoshikage, 27 years old, living in the free trade zone in the northeast of the Riegomi Shrub Desert."

"By the way, I don't smoke, I only try it out. I go to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening and have to sleep for 8 hours a day. Before going to bed, I must drink a glass of warm milk, then do 20 minutes of soft fucking, go to bed, and fall asleep immediately. I will never leave fatigue and stress until dawn. The doctors at Arkham Mental Hospital say that I am normal and can't be a lunatic!"
Chapter completed!