Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 349: A saint?
Chapter 349 Saints?
Ivan came to the residential area on the island and stopped in front of a wooden house with a strong local style completed by the advance personnel of Donglunzhi Company.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Leave less.
A young soldier heard the sound and opened the door, and saw Aiwen outside the door and immediately saluted:
"Your Captain, you are here."
"How is the chief mate?"
Ivan walked into the room and asked casually about Borg's current situation.
"After taking your potion, Mr. First Mate has recovered pretty well. The most important thing is that the wound is not infected.
After arriving at the port of Hattrafa, the conditions were much better than on the ship, and now it is almost healed. "
The solid reverence almost overflowed in the soldiers' eyes when they looked at Aiwen.
With all kinds of legends, he can lead his subordinates to win one victory after another, and even the invincible Hilius naval fleet is completely annihilated!
Now they have saved their lives from illness. Among some soldiers with firm beliefs, this is simply the incarnation of "saints"!
This view has a great market in "Storm Horn", and it is definitely not an exception.
In fact, the soldiers' thoughts are not exaggerated at all.
In this era, modern medicine has just started, and bloodletting therapy is still popular. For those pirates with poor living conditions, the best medicine or the only medicine after injury is high rum.
No matter how good the conditions are, it's just a bottle of inferior "holy water" that doesn't know how much water has been mixed in.
Alvin not only has sufficient high-end munitions holy water, but also a variety of "healing drugs" prepared by hand, especially for external injuries and large-area bleeding.
Thanks to Ivan’s proficiency in "magic potions", they obtained excess drug protection, which saved the lives of most of the wounded on board.
Know that the number of indirect deaths on the battlefield (not timely treatment, infection, and excessive bleeding) is higher than the number of direct deaths.
If it weren't for these potions, the total number of deaths in the battle would add up to more than half!
But Ivan feels that sooner or later he should go to a doctor who is good enough.
According to the "living chemistry school"'s understanding of the human body, although I can be a temporary guest doctor, there are too many strange diseases in the tropical environment of the "Golden Sea".
It's far from ordinary trauma.
If you are in this kind of environment all the year round, no one can guarantee that you will never get sick, even those who are extraordinary are suitable for the same.
Knock on the door and walk into Borg's bedroom.
Although he is on an island in the New World, as the highest-ranking officer among the wounded, Borg's living conditions here are still very good.
Silk quilts, pajamas, ceramic tableware, top-grade black tea... everything should be high-end daily necessities.
Before Borg got up when he heard the movement, he stepped forward to support him.
"Just lie down. My first officer, do you feel better?
When will it be able to re-enter the list? The Horn of Storm cannot be separated from you! "
Hear the words.
The middle-aged chief mate in pajamas showed a smile on his face, raised his right arm to show him, and the elbow under his upper arm had completely disappeared.
In fact, there is a more serious wound under the right rib, almost touching the internal organs.
It was the first officer who was also wearing the "living animal skin" in the melee on the "Stellenbosch", and was wounded by the enemy captain's senior knight Stanley with a sword.
Under the medical conditions of this era, death has basically been declared.
But now the wound on the arm has stopped bleeding and scabs, leaving only a terrible scar.
That is the residue of rapid healing under the action of the potion. After a period of time, there will be no difference between the skin there and other places.
"Thank you for the potion, the captain! My wound has almost completely healed.
But..."
Borg first solemnly thanked Ivan for his treatment, then looked straight into his eyes and told his decision that he had been thinking about for a long time in bed these days:
"Please allow me to apply for retirement from you, Captain!"
"Retire? If you are worried about your hands, you don't have to. I will find a way for you."
Although this chief officer is not particularly outstanding, he has been diligent in assisting him in managing the ship ever since Ivan boarded the "Conch", at least not having any major logistical errors.
In any case, there is hard work.
At least Ivan never thought of changing him.
"Your Captain, you don't need to persuade me.
For so long after the battle, I have considered it very clearly. Compared with the old folks on the ship who have gone to heaven, this is already a gift from the goddess.
I know that with your strength, this broken arm will not affect my work.
But no one knows my own abilities better than me. In fact, apart from logistics, I am not qualified for the position of chief officer of a battleship at all.
The chief mate of "Storm Horn" should be left to the later wise men! "
Ivan was about to say something, but he was interrupted by a wave of his hand.
"Your Captain! You see that I have received so many trophy bonuses. Do you still expect such an old man to have ambitions and go to the sea to charge into battle?"
Looking at this "old" officer with gray hair and wind and frost, especially the firm and relieved eyes.
Ivan paused.
Knowing that he had made up his mind, he finally stopped trying to dissuade him.
Compared to a dangerous career at sea and a happy and prosperous old age, which one is better? I really don't have the right to make decisions for others.
Especially an ordinary person who is not even an extraordinary person.
"Okay! I respect your decision and choice, Mr. Borg.
I agree in principle to the application for retirement.
I will always remember those years of fighting together.
After you recover from your injury, I will arrange for the warship to return to Falettis to send you back as soon as possible.
You have a good rest, just like before, you can come to me as the captain at any time for anything in the future! "
Slap——
A military salute was solemnly respected, and Ivan did not disturb him and left the room.
Behind him, Borg lay on the bed and solemnly returned his salute, watching Ivan's fading back outside the window, and hadn't put down his only left hand that was intact for a long time.
It was a long time before I heard a deep sigh:
"Major Boris will be a good mate!"
......
In terms of Aiwen’s current ability, the potion formula of "Break Limb Rebirth" is readily available in "Sacrifice of Flesh", even if the raw material is willing to pay the price, it should be available soon or later from the New World.
But Ivan can also see Borg’s true thoughts.
He obviously didn’t want to occupy the second most important position on this warship based on his seniority, especially after Boris, who was far above him in terms of ability, experience, strength, and rank, got on the ship. It has become more and more obvious.
Perhaps even if the "accident" did not occur, he would take the initiative to abdicate and let the virtuous after running in for a period of time.
However, it is impossible for Irving to let Borg just leave the scene with his dead body like this:
"Well, let’s do a little bit. The credit this time should be enough to allow Borg to return to the Third Fleet as a civilian major.
In any case, in this era, even a named navy commander is much better than a rich man with huge sums of money, or much safer! "
Leaving Borg’s residence, Ivan went to visit other soldiers wounded in the battle.
After taking the potion that Ivan carefully formulated.
After recuperating on the return route and on the island, most of the wounded have recovered and should be able to return to work within three to five days at most.
Furthermore, these blood-tempered soldiers will be the real backbone of "Storm Horn"!
As for the severely wounded with physical disabilities like Borg, it is difficult to return to the battle sequence even after recovering from the injury.
Fortunately, some time ago, the "Storm Horn" was not short of trophies. He returned to Falettis with the credits and dividends this time. At least his life was guaranteed, and he even served as an official in the local garrison. It is not impossible.
After such a long time, Ivan has already adjusted his mentality. As long as he is still on the ocean or does not become the strongest one day, this kind of thing will always be inevitable.
Even the "Stellenbosch" today may not necessarily become its own tomorrow.
There is no use to blame yourself, the only thing you can do is to become stronger! A stronger force, a stronger force, and then get the qualification to control your own destiny!
So, he has another important job to do today.
After completing the overall inspection work on the island, the time has come to the evening.
Ivan came to the embryonic port, where there was already a merchant ship belonging to the East Lundz Company waiting for him.
In addition to the merchant ship, there is another person here, that is the artillery chief on the ship now-Lieutenant Colonel Boris.
At this time.
This tall officer with light blond hair and a messy beard, changed his former calmness, and walked repeatedly beside the ship. From time to time, he raised his head and looked inland. Obviously there was something that made him think.
When I saw Aiwen appearing, his eyes lit up instantly, and he walked a few steps forward:
"Your Captain, you are finally here!"
"Lieutenant Colonel Boris~IndoMTL.com~How can I forget what I promised you?
Some time was wasted arranging work on the island these days. Now we can go. Let’s go see Calvin together. "
Calvin is Boris' seriously ill son.
After the war, Boris could not help but rekindle hope for his son’s strange illness after seeing the magical ability of Ivan. Maybe ordinary doctors and church priests can’t solve the problems, maybe using wizards?
For a father, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is impossible to give up his son. So he took the initiative to plead for Aiwen's help, and he had to try it anyway.
This is right in Aiwen's arms.
Everything happens because of people, and now the best people are by my side.
Especially when this kind of personnel loss is serious, how can Ivan watch Boris retiring and waste talents in vain?
(End of this chapter)