Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 22 A low-key miracle doctor from an outer city
There is no sure win in this world, and necessary gambles do exist.

What's more, in this bet that has to be made, the benefits of both sides are not the same.

If you choose to rescue, although you risk being liquidated by an unknown enemy, you can gain the goodwill and help of a force.

If you choose to give up, in order to deceive others and retaliate, the three major families and unknown enemies may liquidate themselves.

Ji Ming paced back and forth for seven steps in the narrow medicine-making room, and finally made up his mind.

"Dry!"

Weighing the beautiful vial in his hand, he first poured some into the Cheetah Man's belly.

He took off the heavy scimitar hanging from his waist, and then firmly supported his shoulders.

This tall and muscular man with muscles all over his body is really heavy, weighing at least three to four hundred pounds.

If Ji Ming hadn't raised his energy and blood from three to five in the past two days, he probably wouldn't even have the strength to drag him.

"It's numb. It's obvious that in reality, I'm still a strong working man who's good at moving boxes and carrying water..."

The bed will definitely not be able to be lifted up, but laying a mattress is still no problem.

After some effort, Ji Ming finally brought the Cheetah Man to the clinic.

"Hey, other people save beautiful girls in distress late at night and wait to repay their kindness. Why do I have to work myself to the point of exhaustion because of a burly man?"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ji Ming couldn't help but complain when he looked at the little blood stains on his body.

Wasting no time, he quickly began preparations for treatment.

Coagulation powder, rejuvenation liquid, hot and sterilized needles and threads, wooden strips and ropes that can be used as splints.

In order to ensure safety, Ji Ming even prepared an extra set of talismans just in case of emergencies. It was like putting all his medical skills into battle.

But he didn't realize how tricky it all was until he actually got started.

There were wounds almost everywhere on the Cheetah Man's body, whether heavy or light, on his chest, abdomen, back, and limbs.

And some were cuts, some were punctures, and there were even a few broken arrows stuck inside.

If you look around, it's like a moving encyclopedia of trauma.

"How long will it take for this to happen?"

Ji Ming had no choice but to do it step by step.

Stop bleeding, clean up, suture, apply medicine, fix...

However, before the long marathon was even halfway through, the system popped up a prompt box.

[Congratulations on learning the skill]

【Trauma Diagnosis and Treatment·Basics】

As the saying goes, a long-term illness makes a good doctor, but Ji Ming suddenly became a poor surgeon after practicing on the Cheetah Man.

"Thank you so much."

By the time Ji Ming finished dealing with the last wound, his hands were already filled with empty bottles.

The fourth generation was used up, the third generation was exhausted, the second generation was severely disabled, and the inferior potions of the first generation were almost used.

However, the Cheetah Man's breathing gradually stabilized, and he changed from coma to sleep.

Ji Ming cleaned up the blood on his body and slumped down on the sofa tiredly.

He just saw it, and there was gold in the wallet on the Cheetah Man!
If I didn't knock out one or two gold coins this time, I would be sorry for having to work for half a night!

Due to the special situation, he did not sleep, but sat on the sofa and took a nap.

It wasn't until it got dark that I heard movement coming from the consulting room.

The sound was very slight and was never heard again.

If Ji Ming hadn't been confident enough, most people would have thought it was an auditory hallucination caused by their own stress and exhaustion.

He responded to all changes by remaining unchanged, immediately lowering his head and pretending to be asleep.

As for how to check the surrounding situation with your head down...

Being well prepared, he started voluntarily quitting the game every three to five seconds.

Although the time in the Yangyue World will be suspended, the frozen scene will also be displayed on the screen.

No matter how rough it is, it's enough for him to get the information he wants.

However, Ji Ming was happy to do this, but Yang Yue was frightened, so she quickly sent a message. "Hello, I noticed that you are constantly quitting and starting the game, and I am very concerned about your current mental state..."

"I just made reasonable use of the game mechanism, and it was definitely not cheating!"

"As long as you are not confused..."

After sending away Yang Yue who came to inquire, Ji Ming continued to observe.

Sure enough, he didn't wait long before he saw the cheetah man leap out of the house.

While scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, he landed quietly and steadily on the ground.

To be able to do such a light thing with such a huge body must be a powerful orc warrior.

So who is the enemy who can beat him like this?
Are they mountain mercenaries, the Federation, or something else from the wasteland or forest?
Ji Ming was thinking quietly, and so was the Cheetah Man.

He was walking in the lobby and saw the blood-stained white robe and the scattered medicine bottles that Ji Ming had deliberately thrown aside.

Picking up one of the bottles and smelling it, his feline instinct told him that this was the medicine for healing.

In the darkness, he slowly frowned.

If I remember correctly, it should be the "Ji Ming" clinic that I reluctantly crawled into after escaping from the pursuers.

Isn't he a quack doctor who only knows how to apply medicine? How could he treat the wound so well?

Not to mention the skin injuries, even the nearly fatal chop had stopped bleeding and formed scabs.

The cheetah man touched his lower abdomen in confusion. Although there was still a dull pain here, it was no longer a concern for an orc.

Is it possible...

He turned to look at the dark-haired young man who was sleeping on the sofa.

The time has come, Ji Ming groaned like a person waking up from a light sleep.

"Well, are you...are you awake?"

Confused, surprised, sober, all in one go, he contributed the best acting skills of his career.

As a result, the cheetah man's reaction was even greater than his own. He stepped back several steps and raised his huge furry hands in panic.

"Sorry, I may have scared you... I just want to say, thank you for helping me."

"It's just my professional ethics as a doctor."

However, the generous and generous doctor did not care about these minutiae and just waved his hand freely.

"How's it going? Is there anything else wrong with you?"

"My medical skills are not very good. I can only treat some external injuries. I may not be able to take care of some internal things."

Boris was slightly startled. He didn't expect that this doctor, whose face looked as pale as if he was about to die, would first care about other people's bodies after waking up.

He quickly moved his limbs and answered word by word.

"Don't worry, thanks to your treatment and medication, I feel everything is normal now."

But the doctor's attitude was firm.

"Senses can sometimes be deceptive. Please let me check again..."

He struggled and tried to stand up, but his feet gave way and he fell down again.

Boris was so frightened that he quickly came over.

"Doctor, are you all right?"

Ji Ming looked depressed as he pondered.

This isn't his acting skills, it's his Zhan Wu Zha body that is really failing.

I had no choice but to say it.

"It's okay, I...I did the operation for half a night, and I have completely exhausted my strength."

"I just need a break."

Boris breathed a sigh of relief, but a warm current surged in his heart.

It turns out that there is a kind and low-key miracle doctor hidden in this dirty and dirty outer city.

(End of this chapter)