Juliana’s workshop Chapter 40: Let me see your arm

　　Lulunaka kept her cheeks in her hands and scanned the three men present. Her gaze was unpretentious, she had no intention of hiding it, and fell directly on the three of them, as if she was looking at something interesting.

　　 Turs was a little uncomfortable with Lulunaka, but it was hard to say anything. In fact, he did not resist being stared at by a little girl. In his many years of military career, whenever his troops returned triumphantly and returned to King’s Castle, there were always countless flowers and cheers to them. Clustered among them. The gaze that the girl worshipped, and the shy or bold gaze of unmarried or married women, all fell on the victor like a flower.

　　Tuls was able to accept this direct and bold gaze, but he couldn’t calm down under Lulunaka’s gaze. Is it probably because of a change in mentality, or because Lulunaka is a little weird, that’s why I feel restrained? Tours could not figure out why.

　　Or, he actually knew it, but didn’t want to admit it. There is no more victory, no triumph, only betrayal, defeat, death… He is no longer a member of the victor, but a shameful loser. Perhaps it was his state of mind that prevented him from accepting Lulunaka’s gaze bluntly.

　　 Turse, who felt uncomfortable, said to Lulunaka, “Is there anything interesting on my face?”

　　 “No, only solidified mud.” Lulunaka shook her head and replied, “You’re a bit dirty like you’ve been rolling in mud. But there is no place for you to take care of yourself. And I don’t think you are in that mood, right?”

　　 is indeed such a thing. If Tours had time to clean his body, then he would definitely not use this time to do this kind of thing. He will continue to run south, keep running until he really can’t run. Just like it is now.

　　 “But I don’t care about this.” Lulunaka stretched out her hand to Turs’s left arm, “Your left arm seems to be hurt. Maybe you can let me look at it for you?”

　　 Tours looked at his left hand. His entire left arm is drooping, and it does look a little unnatural compared to his right hand. He has been injured in his left arm for several days, because an arrow hurt a bone. Fortunately, the arrow penetrated the past and did not stay in his arm, which made it easier for him to pull out the arrow—in fact, it was not simple, it was just a comparison. After breaking the tail of the arrow, the pain of seeing the arrow body pulled out of his arm was very vivid, strong and unforgettable. The rough wooden arrow body makes drawing the arrow particularly painful. But in the end, Tours mustered the courage to pull out the arrow, and luckily, there were no fragments of the arrow shaft left in the flesh.

　　After pulling out the arrow, Tours seemed to run out of courage. So he didn’t resist very much, so he ran away from the defeated battle, just like many others.

　　 After that, although he did some simple treatment of the wound, it was limited to this. He can only guarantee that the wound will not be infected, making it difficult for him to even walk, but to restore his left arm to the state before the injury, there is no doubt that he needs a doctor or pharmacist.

　　 “Can you help me deal with the wound? But you are an alchemist, not a doctor, or a pharmacist.” Tours sounded a little disbelief. If someone can treat the wound for him, he is naturally very happy. Although this left arm can still move, it doesn’t require much effort. In any case, leaving it alone in this way is fatal and has sequelae. But can Lulu Naka really handle the injury for him? A new alchemist who just came out to work and seems to have no qualifications and skills?

　　 “You are worried that I can’t do this thing well.” Lulunaka can see Turs’s worry, “I think you can rest assured that the alchemist who wanders in the forest like us, In fact, it’s a half pharmacist. I don’t know what the artisans in the city or the students in the academy are like, their theoretically rich alchemists, but like my grandma—of course, including me—to If alchemists like us want to understand the properties of all available materials, they must try to use them, and then understand their properties in success and failure…”

　　 Speaking of this, Lulunaka spread her hands and looked confident, “So, what the pharmacist understands, in fact, we alchemists also know more than half of them, and we are considered to be half of our colleagues. When you understand, After some materials have medicinal properties, an alchemist like me who runs in the field naturally learned some skills that only pharmacists and doctors have. Since you can sit down and get along with us friendly, then you can choose to continue to believe I. I think that with my ability, I don’t talk about returning from the dead, but I can handle some injuries that are not too serious.”

　　 While Turs was still a little hesitant, Lulunaka continued speaking, as if she must convince him. “You have such an injured left hand, you can’t even hold the weapon firmly, when you are on the road again, if there is an accident on the way, can you really protect yourself?”

　　Lulunaka said this to Turs’s heart. Since the troop was defeated, he was actually lucky to escape along the way, but he had an arrow in his left arm and was not hurt by any real hindrance. Most of the soldiers in his army and the soldiers around him did not have his luck. They either did not escape or died on the way to escape.

　　 A lot of people fell to the ground, and there were far more injuries on the back than on the front. This is a shameful thing, but Tours has no other choice, even if he still has the courage, it can only be used to escape.

　　 He is just the captain of a small team, just a soldier, without the ability to determine the fate of most people and the whole situation. He is just a mortal.

　　 The man who was supposed to dominate all this, change all this, turn the tide, disappeared—and the defeat happened because of this.

　　 Tours knew that it was not the time to be sad. All of this had already happened. He should look forward and could no longer think about the terrible things that had happened. He has to go back to King’s Castle. Only there can be considered safe, and only there can he soothe his panicked heart~IndoMTL.com~ King’s Castle has his family, his home, he must go back.

　　Turs stretched his left arm to Lulunaka, “Then I will count on you.”

　　 “Leave it to me, at least it will allow your arm to use some strength.” Lulunaka smiled, and began to treat the wound on the arm for Tours. The wound on Tours’s arm was near the elbow joint and was wrapped in rags. It also happens to be a place where there is no armor protection. It is a gap where skilled archers and fighters like to aim, which can cause effective damage. Tours’ luck is really good. If the wound goes a little further down, that is, if the arrow really falls on the joint, then the wound will not be handled well. This is equivalent to abolishing one of his hands, even in the future. If it is cured, there may be sequelae.

　　Lulunaka has a water sac with clean water and a clean cloth beside it. She seemed to have been prepared for a long time. She planned to treat the wounds for Tours, but she only made this request after Tours relaxed and the relationship between them became a little more harmonious.

　　 “Very good, no infection.” Lulunaka removed the rags from Tours’s arm and observed the wound. Arrow wounds are not interesting, and his handling methods are relatively rough. Now the wounds can be said to be very ugly, although they are better than those that have not been treated in time. Turse looked at Lulunaka and didn’t seem to feel sick because of seeing such an injury, or even a little excited. Her attitude is a little disturbing, but Tours is at least sure that she does have the ability and ability to deal with wounds-a person who sees a **** wound and is not afraid of it will naturally be able to do this kind of thing. The advantages. As long as this person is not a magician who likes necromancy spells, or a natural psychopath.