The cell is still the same cell, but the environment has improved a little.

The guards brought in a lot of wheat straw and hay, covering the originally bumpy mortar floor.

The prison door is no longer locked, and warrant officers can freely use the guard's toilet without having to use the bucket in the cell to solve the problem.

The message sent by Major General Antonio gave the warrant officers confidence. As he said, the customs are now in a difficult situation and they dare not treat these army officers at all. They even try their best to find ways to meet the requirements of the warrant officers.

In the cell, Winters and the same time were watching the famous doctors invited by the customs to treat Major Moritz.

"Don't squeeze in!" The old doctor glared at the warrant officers fiercely, scolding in a bad tone: "So many people are surrounded by black, they can't see anything clearly, get out of the way! Come in with some air!"

The old doctor wore a monk-like robe, but the material was of good satin. He had a beautiful goatee on his jaw. His tone of scolding people was very similar to a senior officer. He had a strong aura and was obviously a person with great ability.

Hearing this, the warrant officers immediately took a few steps back and gave up the space. In order not to block the light, they all sat on the ground. But they still couldn't suppress their curiosity and stretched their necks to watch.

The warrant officers left the best ventilation and lighting in the cell to Major Moritz, and under the major was the only straw mattress in the entire cell. But no matter what, it was just a cell, not a sanatorium, and the doctors were obviously not satisfied with the environment here.

This famous doctor from Hailan City, who was said to have been invited by the anti-smuggling company, put his right hand on Major Moritz's wrist, gently twisted his beard with his left hand, and his eyelids were drooping, thinking about something.

"What's this?" Winters asked quietly, poking Bud's leg gently.

Bard narrowed his eyes and thought for a while: "Maybe he is chewing pulses? He treats people by feeling the pulse. I have read this diagnosis method in books before, as if it is in "Medical Documents"?" Bard shook his head: "I can't remember it."

"Medicine box!" The old doctor's eyes flashed, and he changed from a puppet to a living person. He obviously had a conclusion: "Get the medicine box."

The assistant who followed him hurriedly took off the wooden medicine box cross-body and handed it to the old doctor with respect.

The warrant officers' emotions were instantly mobilized, and the atmosphere in the cell began to become restless.

They were so bored. A group of lively and active young men were sitting in prison, and there was no entertainment to pass the time. Now even giving a wooden stick can make them happy for a long time.

The doctor took off a key hanging around his neck with a thin rope and opened the golden lock of the wooden box with a click. Although the wooden box is small, it has a unique world inside. As the lid is lifted, the entire wooden box slowly unfolds like a petal.

The warrant officers sitting on the ground watching all exclaimed.

The old doctor had a somewhat undetectable smug smile on his lips. In this Hailan City, whether it is a powerful official or a wealthy businessman, he was amazed whenever he saw his carefully crafted medicine box.

Winters watched as the famous doctor opened his delicate medicine box and removed...a knife from one of the small grids.

Wait, knife?

Winters' originally excited smile froze. He saw in horror that the old doctor held the major's hand with his left hand and picked up the knife with his right hand and was about to cut it on the major's wrist.

Several screams came from the cell.

"Wait a minute!" Winters shouted anxiously, jumped up and rushed to the major, grabbed the old doctor's wrist and twisted it hard, snatched the knife, and asked Rinsheng: "What are you going to do?"

The doctor's assistant was anxious when he saw the teacher being beaten up and was about to fight Winters when he came up, but as soon as he raised his arm, he was dragged down and subdued by Winters at the same time.

The doctor was almost scared to death by Winters. He was already in his fifties and sixties. His old arms and legs could not withstand this. His wrist was almost broken by Winters. He asked tremblingly, "You, what are you doing?"

Winters was angry and laughed, and he signaled the knife in his hand to the doctor: "I'm asking what you want to do with this?"

The old man came back a little bit, he sorted out his emotions and said angrily: "You are here to ask me to treat this gentleman."

"Yes, yes, but why did you come out with a knife?

The doctor was so angry that Winters was trembling when he said three words without leaving the knife. He sneered and asked back, "Do I need to explain it to you if I treat this gentleman?"

"If you are willing to explain, of course I am willing to listen." Winters pushed back without being humble.

"Hahaha." The doctor was angry at Winters and laughed: "Have you read the "Murro Medical Classic"?"

“I haven’t read it.”

"Have you read the Clady Proverbs?"

“I haven’t read it.”

"Have you read "On Water, Gas, Fire and Earth"? Have you read "On Trauma"? Have you read "Hydega Notes"?"

“Not even.”

"Do you understand the theory of body fluids?"

"don't know."

The old doctor was furious: "Then what do you want to do? You don't know anything, so let me explain it to you?"

Winters was also angry: "You want to cut the major's wrist with a knife, and I will never agree!"

"What do you know?" The old doctor pointed at Winters' nose and scolded: "This gentleman drank too much salt water after drowning, and his body fluids were unbalanced, and poisonous blood was accumulated in his liver. The liver and right arm were in the outside and inside. He had to release poisonous blood on his right arm!"

"I have only heard of soldiers on the battlefield who died of blood and death, and I have never heard of bloodshed and able to save people!"

"It's all nonsense. Where did you learn medical skills? How dare you be presumptuous in front of me?" The old man blew his beard and stared at me.

Winters replied coldly: "Army Officer Academy!"

"Don't the Army Officer Academy teaches murder? It's also worthy of teaching medical skills?"

"The military academy does not teach medical skills, but I learned a little in hygiene class. If there is a wound, I have to find a way to stop it. But no one has taught me that I have to take the initiative to bleed even if there is no trauma!"

"Can trauma and blood loss and internal toxic stasis be treated the same?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't care! The major is very weak now, and I absolutely cannot agree to you bleed him. Do you have the only bloodletting therapy?" Winters was too lazy to debate with this doctor, and he was not allowed to bleed the major. All Winters' medical knowledge comes from the health courses of the military academy, and the health courses of the military academy come from the summary of practical experience in the sovereign war.

The old man was almost angry with Winters and had a stroke. He shouted angrily: "If you don't let me bleed him, I won't treat him yet! If this gentleman's condition worsens, it's your responsibility! Don't come to me!"

After saying that, he snatched his knife from Winters, threw it into his medicine box, threw it hard on the wooden box, and left angrily.

His assistant scanned the cell hatefully and followed the old man reluctantly.

Winters beat the doctor away, but he was actually a little guilty, but he thought he was right this time.

He and his classmates who were sitting on the ground watching him said helplessly: "Can bloodletting be called a cure? That will really kill the major."

"Okay!" Andrey cheered loudly and clapped vigorously: "I've long seen this old guy pretending to be disliked!" Others also clapped their hands with him, and sparse applause rang out in the cell.

Winters nodded to Andre gratefully, and now he discovered something cute about Andre's character. This guy has no view of right and wrong, or the guy's view of right and wrong is just five words: protect your own people. Your own people are right and your enemies are wrong.

The major could not hear anything now. He only saw the doctor and Winters quarrel, and the doctor's assistant was pressed to the ground by other warrant officers, and the doctor left.

He picked up a quill and wrote a line of words on the paper and handed it to Winters: What happened?

Winters smiled bitterly and wrote on the paper: The doctor just said that the toxins in your blood were accumulated in your liver and you were going to bleed on your arms. If I didn't agree, he left.

After reading it, the major nodded and wrote on the paper: It is normal. People do not agree with our medical experience and think we are just a group of executioners, but we are just summarizing the rules in practice. Thank you, it is right to not let him use bloodletting therapy.

Winters was relieved by the major's understanding. In fact, he was most afraid that the major himself would support bloodletting therapy, so he rushed out to stop the doctor, which turned into a farce.

Winters suddenly remembered that the major seemed to have not eaten well yet, so he wrote: Do you want to eat?

The major shook his head, he had no appetite. The major now is sleeping most of the time and was eager to know new news. He picked up his pen and wrote: Are there any new trends in the customs office now?

Winters replied: No, but his attitude has softened a lot.

Looking at Major Moritz's cheeks that had become slightly concave, Winters suddenly remembered the scene where he called the major to aim at the other party's head on the dock, but the major still hit the other party's breastplate. Now it feels really funny.

So Winters smiled and wrote on the paper: If you were aiming at the heads of those assassins, now the customs will give us medals.

When the major used the flying arrow technique to hit the silver coins and armor, Winters heard a dentifritic metal deformation, and the assassin was even beaten backwards to offset the impact.

Such power is not less than the arrows shot by a hard bow of more than one hundred pounds. The assassin does not wear a helmet and will definitely not survive as long as he is hit on the head.

Major Moritz smiled helplessly and wrote: His hands were trembling and he couldn't hit them accurately, so he aimed at his torso and hit them.

Winters didn't understand what the major was saying at first, but he recalled the major's state before he got off the boat and immediately understood.

With Winters' current level of understanding of magic, the Flying Arrow Technique is to accelerate objects as much as possible within his casting range. In essence, it is to throw a dart with the "third hand", and the accurate head depends entirely on the "feel".

The casting material for the major to release the Flying Naval Technique is the silver coins he usually plays with. Winters speculates that the reason why the major has been playing coin tricks in his hands is likely to maintain the feeling of the Flying Naval Technique.

However, in the last few days on the Skuo, the major's hands were shaking uncontrollably due to symptoms of alcohol addiction. He couldn't even play a coin trick, let alone expect the Flying Arrow Technique to have any accuracy.

General Antoine Laurent believes that the caster should not use any addiction, which will destroy the caster's precious spell abilities.

Winters used to blindly follow the general's teachings and refuse to drink and smoke, but now Major Moritz's magical ability has been greatly reduced due to alcoholism, which has taught Winters a lesson in reality.

Winters actually wanted to persuade Major Moritz to quit drinking completely. He dreamed of becoming a powerful spellcaster like the major.

The caster with such high magical attainments is addicted to alcohol, which is like someone trampling on what he cherishes most in front of Winters. It is too ironic.

But he knew that it was a taboo to talk about the relationship in a simple way. Alcoholism was the major’s personal choice. He had no position or qualification to say such words, “I am all for your own good.”

Seeing Major Moritz becoming tired, Winters lay down with the Major and watched him re-enter the sleep.

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At the same time Major Moritz fell asleep, he was still in the General Administration of Customs, Heard's office, and the same few people, and the same dull atmosphere.

The customs directors were still just concerned about smoking. This time, Hurd also joined the haze-making army.

The current situation is: everyone from top to bottom of the customs knows that these army trainee officers are innocent and must be sent away, but no one dares to raise them first.

No matter who proposes this solution, the customs leadership will immediately take advantage of the situation and follow the flow of good deeds, and send away these army plague gods.

But those who propose this solution will be labeled as being humble to the army and insulting customs dignity. This label will be repeatedly mentioned in future internal criticism, and those who are labeled as this will be placed on ten thousand feet.

The directors thought Heard was waiting for his subordinates to stand up and share the worries of the leaders, while the directors were waiting for Heard to show his leadership temperament to fight against thunder for his subordinates.

The two chief brigades of the Standing Army of Veneta were ready to go outside the city, waiting for the throne to send out a command to rob people.

The anti-smuggling chief spoke first: "You shouldn't be able to break up with the army just because of such a trivial matter."
To be continued...