"Are you sure this is a disease?"

Donald stood beside the bed, looking at the strange tentacles at the wound, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was the only one who came here. After all, the talents of the other people had nothing to do with treatment. There were enough people gathering here. They could easily attract the attention of other passengers on the train.

"It was normal when the wound was bandaged last night. It should be a sudden change today. In fact, we are not sure what the situation is now."

Jacquely's state of thought is now a little confused, so he could only reply dryly.

"Oh...I'll try to see."

Unfolding his spiritual vision, Donald's eyes fell on the priest's wound and frowned instantly.

The normal human body should show a light red color under the state of spiritual vision, but the wound in front of him showed a strange state of red mixed with gray-brown, and this part of the weird area is still expanding!

"What caused his injury."

The first thing Donald thought of was the wound.

"bullet."

The same answer.

"Have you checked that bullet or do you know who hurt him like this?"

Donald never believed that gunshot wounds could cause this mutation. Either the gun bullet was added with "material" or the attacker had problems, otherwise this would never happen.

"The bullet was taken out by the doctor in Delchimo Hospital and was thrown away at that time. As for the attacker, the priest once said that it was a group of robbers. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the bandits currently active between the two cities of Corta and Delchimo."

At that time, everyone just thought it was an ordinary gunshot wound, and there was no fatal injury. The doctor also said that there was no problem, so naturally no one would care about the bullet.

"His wound is being infected by a strange energy. This infected area is even expanding. There is absolutely something wrong with the thing that causes this wound... It is useless to discuss this matter now. The most urgent thing is to solve the infected flesh and blood. When the energy in it spreads to other parts of the body, no one you ask will save him."

This is the suggestion that Donald can give. The key to the problem lies in this piece of flesh and blood. If you want to solve it, you must start from the root.

“How to do it?”

Jacqueline looked at the tentacles that were slowly growing on the flesh that were originally intact. She knew that there was not much time left for the priest, so she asked Donald anxiously.

"Is he a strange...apostle?"

The aliens in religion are called the apostles, and Donald remembered to change his words halfway through his speech.

"No, just a priest with a more pious faith."

"This is a bit troublesome. According to my opinion, if his body can withstand it, it is best to cut the whole piece of meat."

This is the easiest way, and thorough damage is much easier than repairing.

“How big is the scope?”

Obviously, Jacqueline began to consider Donald's idea, and the doctor next to him remained silent.

"Probably...this big."

Extend one hand and compare it above the wound, which is almost the position of one hand.

"No, if such a big piece of flesh and blood is really cut off directly, let alone the priest is an ordinary person, even if he is a strange disciple, he will not be able to bear it. There is no medical equipment in the car, and using a knife directly is equivalent to murder!"

The doctor looked at Donald's hand and his eyes twitched straight. This was not the degree to which he could cut it by cutting.

"Is there any other way?"

"There is another method. A friend of mine can have a little negative energy spell. She can directly dry up the life energy contained in the flesh and blood in this area. Maybe it can stop them from spreading. Of course, it's just possible. I can't guarantee that it will succeed. And if this method is used, then this part of his flesh and blood probably won't have to be restored. His life may be preserved, but the subsequent sequelae..."

Pointing at the tentacles that grew a few more in these few minutes, according to Donald's idea, this kind of thing should be expanded by absorbing the energy in the priest's body. Then simply use the method of removing firewood from the bottom of the cauldron to directly make it have no energy to absorb, and then stop its diffusion.

"This...I have to ask for advice from the priest."

"Of course, he is your companion, but I have to remind you that it is best to make a decision as soon as possible. In a while, it is another matter whether the second method can save his life."

After Donald finished speaking, he walked out of the compartment and waited outside for them to discuss the result inside.

The result is naturally to try the second one. Instead of letting these tentacles spread all over the body and torture themselves to death, the priests are obviously more willing to try the method proposed by Donald. Even if it fails, they will at least die more happily.

When Donald brought Lilo in, he could see the man on the bed with a look of relief on his face. He probably had already explained his funeral.

With the discernment of spiritual vision, he used a pen to draw the infected area. Lilo stretched out his fingers and a gray mist surged into the priest's wound.

The effect is immediate!

With the wound as the center, the surrounding flesh and blood shrink and shrivel in an instant, and the tentacles that were originally swaying around suddenly became weak and no longer had the spirit they had just now.

"It's a bit ugly, but life should be saved."

Looking at the slightly cunning piece of dried flesh and blood, Donald smacked his lips, and the previous strange energy was gone around the wound in his spiritual vision.

In fact, even normal life reactions are gone...

"Prince...Prince?"

Jacqueline screamed tentatively, and the person on the bed forced open his eyes and nodded to show that he was fine and no longer avoided Donald's gaze. He looked at him with gratitude. When he saw that the helper Jacqueline invited was actually Donald, he was actually a little embarrassed. After all, he was talking about these people behind his back not long ago, but now he has to rely on the other party to save his life.

But now the other party has indeed saved him. Although the ignorance of the wound between his waist and abdomen makes him feel a little nervous, this is the best result compared to the itching and pain that was gnawing as if it were an ant gnawed.

He was not so ungrateful, and naturally he could not use his previous attitude towards his life-saving benefactor.

"Since nothing is wrong, I'll leave. Don't forget the agreement between us. See you at the end."

Donald is not interested in staying here, just make sure he gets the reward.

As soon as the person left, the atmosphere in the compartment became much more relaxed. After all, Donald, the strange disciple and his companions brought them a lot of pressure.

"Prince, what exactly did you meet and why did you get hurt like this?"

Seeing that the priest's wounds had improved, Jacqueline finally couldn't help asking why.

"The guns in those robbers are monsters! They are all monsters..."

The priest suddenly closed his eyes, and the expression on his face was filled with undepressed fear.

"A gun is a monster?"
Chapter completed!