"Muhahahahahaha, I am the most awesome person in the world!"

On the way back, Reggie still laughed wildly from time to time, which made Batchelor very scared.

"Sir, I know you are sad, but we must think about the future." Bachelot took out a piece of parchment from his arms, "This is a letter I drafted to the royal capital. Please read it."

Reggie read the letter and had to admire Batchelor's writing style. On one page, Batchelor clearly explained the cause and effect of the matter in just a few lines.

"You want to beg forgiveness from the capital?"

Batchelor smiled helplessly: "I know this is not a good idea."

"This really isn't a good idea," Reggie put the letter on the torch and burned it. "Speaking of letters, how's your messenger doing?"

Batchelor said: "They were all sent to the wounded camp. Lance and Bill are fine. Simon is about to lose his strength. He wants to see you very much."

Reggie rushed to the hospital, and Lance, Bill and Simon's family gathered around the hospital bed, preparing to accompany Simon through his final days.

"Man, open your eyes and look!" Lance said in Simon's ear, "Look, the lord is here!"

"Open your eyes, man," Bill sobbed, "haven't you been waiting for him?"

Simon opened his eyes. Although he could only see a vague outline, he still recognized Reggie.

"My lord," Simon smiled, "tell them that I didn't lie. We won the battle and we captured Prince Sean."

"My warriors never lie," Reggie held Simon's hand. His hand was very hot, and his body temperature had exceeded the limit that the human body could bear. "Good brother, close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Did you hear that, the lord called me brother?" Simon smiled. "I can tell my father in heaven. If that old guy really goes to heaven, I must tell him that my lord calls me brother..."

Simon thought about it and fell asleep. His wife lay beside the bed and cried bitterly. Lance and Bill also cried loudly.

"Don't cry in such a hurry," Reggie said, "He's not dead yet."

"He won't survive tonight," Imma said coldly. "The devil has taken away everything from him, and he will die soon."

Reggie looked at Imma, her indifference made Reggie a little unhappy.

"You are so cold-blooded, Dean Imma Clayton."

Imma shrugged and said, "This is what you taught me. Doctors shouldn't have too many emotions."

Reggie shook his head helplessly. He really shouldn't blame Imma. Simon's wound had been infected extensively and the symptoms of sepsis were very obvious. Imma made the right judgment. With the current medical level,

Simon will indeed not survive tonight.

Unless I take a gamble and use antibiotics.

"Calaf, bring us our holy medicine, bring them all."

Calaf looked at Reggie excitedly and said, "The holy medicine can save him, right?"

"I'm not sure, but we have to at least give it a try."

Impure penicillin is likely to aggravate the wound infection and even kill Simon immediately.

Treating a dead horse as a living horse is the only choice Reggie can make.

Calaf quickly brought the holy medicine, and Reggie held the clay pot and said to Imma very seriously: "I once gave you the method of using the holy medicine, and now it's time to test you."

Imma looked at Reggie with wide eyes, shaking her head and saying, "That's not the method you're talking about, right? You want to send water into his body?"

Reggie frowned and said, "I told you, it's in the blood vessels!"

Imma said: "You know, I have only practiced on beef."

Reggie said: "I know this is not easy, but all this can only be done by you."

"Why didn't you do it?"

"This..." Reggie couldn't answer this question. Although it was Reggie who taught Imma the method of intravenous injection, Reggie had never tried it or even practiced it on beef. He only learned from video materials.

Despite certain principles, he would not have the courage to insert a needle into someone else's blood vessel.

Imma brought the syringe and needle that Calaf had made for her.

This thing looks a little funny. The syringe is made of iron and the piston is made of wood. There are scales painted on the piston. Because there are no accurate measuring tools, the scale values ​​are also very rough.

The craftsmanship of the needle is very exquisite. Only Khalaf has such an ingenious method of drilling a steel needle with a diameter of three millimeters into a hollow.

Such a needle can at least inoculate livestock. Of course, there are still some problems with the airtightness of the needle and syringe. This requires Imma to operate it very carefully and never inject air into Simon's blood vessels.

.

Imma tightened Simon's arm with a rope, held the needle and pointed it at Simon's swollen blood vessels.

Just as she was about to inject the needle, Reggie picked up a birch branch and slapped her hard on the buttocks.

This was the first time Reggie hit Imma, and Imma almost cried in pain.

"You want the injection now?" Reggie yelled. "What should I do before the injection?"

Fortunately, the pain and fear did not affect Imma's sanity.

"I should do a skin, skin, skin test first, mentor." Imma inserted the needle into Simon's skin. She controlled the force very well. There was only a small bump on the skin, but the severe pain still caused Simon.

Wake up.

"God, why are you torturing me," Simon murmured, "Have I not arrived in heaven yet?"

Five minutes later, Simon did not show any allergic symptoms.

Lucky man, it seems he still has hope of living.

The real test began. Imma followed the injection steps, first disinfected with alcohol, and then inserted the needle into Simon's blood vessel.

With such a thick needle, even a top-notch nurse cannot guarantee a successful injection.

But Imma is a genius. When the needle enters the blood vessel, the blood flows out along the connection between the needle tube and the needle.

The blood has returned, success!

Reggie really wanted to hug Imma, but Imma scolded him: "Don't touch me! Not now!"

Now is the most critical part of the injection. Imma must hold the connection between the needle and the syringe with one hand, and slowly push the plunger with the other hand.

This is a very complicated operation. If you are not careful, Simon may die immediately.

Imma pushed very slowly, sweat sliding down her forehead. Under the candlelight, she was the most beautiful goddess in Reggie's eyes.

After a full fifteen minutes, Imma finally completed the first injection. She pulled out the needle and asked Simon's wife to help her hold the eye of the needle.

Imma carefully placed the syringe in the sterilized clay pot, wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at Reggie and said, "How did I do?"

Reggie smiled and said, "You did a great job."

The exhausted Imma instantly collapsed in Reggie's arms. Reggie was a little embarrassed, but he still hugged Imma, gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair, and said softly in her ear: "I have a

It's like an hourglass. Every time the sand is gone, you have to inject him again, and during this period you have to scrub his body with alcohol."

Imma sighed helplessly: "Are you a devil?"

"I don't know what I am?" Reggie kissed Imma's cheek and smiled, "But I know you are my angel."

Calaf said from the side: "Sir, I can see that the green holy medicine is in Simon's body."

"Very good," Reggie frowned, "We may not have enough holy medicine."

"We still have it, we still have it in the fermentation tank," Karaf said with a smile, "I have never stopped, sir, we still have a lot of holy medicine in the fermentation tank."

…

On the way back, Bachelo's mood became less heavy. Although he didn't know whether the so-called holy medicine was really effective, he saw hope in Simon and was born with hope.

After the black powder test failed, Bachelot was already desperate. He even planned an escape route for himself. According to the usual practice in the royal capital, the aides of the rebel lord would be executed together.

But now he feels that he can take another gamble. For some reason, Batchelor always believes that Reggie has the power to change everything.

"Lord, I have a suggestion that I don't know whether I should say or not."

Reggie stopped and said with a smile: "I seem to have never rejected your suggestion."

Bachelo looked around alertly, then leaned into Reggie's ear and said, "Sir, I think we should be more decisive about the Prime Minister's matter."

"Decisive means..."

Batchelor said: "If the Prime Minister disappears on the way to Broken Snow City, what I mean by disappearance is a complete disappearance. His guards, his servants, everyone disappears, and the king will respond to this."

What kind of response?"

Disappear completely?

Reggie understood what Barcello meant.

"You want me to kill him and kill everyone."

Batchelor said: "We have been pushed to a dead end, and any kindness and mercy may push us to hell."

Kindness? Mercy?

Reggie had no intention of leaving these two things to the Prime Minister.

But is killing him really useful?

"Many people saw the fighting on the street today. If the Prime Minister disappears, the royal capital will definitely send people to investigate."
To be continued...