Suddenly, a slight sound was heard from the ruins, accompanied by the sound of stones rolling, and a buried figure slowly crawled out.
Looking at the dusty uniforms and the blood stains on them, they should be Frost Alliance soldiers who were affected by artillery fire and fighting when the city was broken.
Before he could struggle to stand up, a dozen or so Clancy warriors had surrounded him.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands up."
"Don't try to resist, you will only die in vain."
"The Frost Alliance surrendered, and the war is over."
The voices bombarded the soldier's mind like heavy bombs. His still unclear eyes looked at the group of enemies surrounding him in confusion and helplessness.
Fortunately, the extremely sharp tip of the gun and the blade finally brought him back to consciousness, and he raised his hands tremblingly.
"Please...don't...don't kill me..." His voice was tense and uneasy, which was the fear of losing control of everything in life.
"Relax a little, then step back and stay away from the weapons at hand. This will be good for both you and me." A Clansian soldier patiently guided. Although their side had an absolute advantage, they did not want to be careless and let any member get hurt.
"I...I can't move...I, my legs are gone..."
The soldier's voice was choked with sobs and panic. He didn't know whether he would die here today, whether he would be abandoned by others, or how he would spend the rest of his life without legs.
Several Clansian soldiers looked at the dark red bloodstains under the gravel and dust, as well as the twisted limbs, and sighed silently, but they were helpless.
Finally, a captain stepped forward and asked the other two soldiers to approach carefully and take away the weapons in his hands. Then they surrounded him and dug his lower body out of the rubble.
"Send him to the resettlement site, clean his wounds thoroughly, and perform amputation. He may still be able to survive." The captain said this to the soldiers who lifted the stretcher. This was the best they could do to help.
At this time, a clear voice sounded.
"Stop for a moment." Loran Hill, wearing a light gray hooded robe, walked over.
Looking at the slender girl who suddenly appeared, several soldiers were a little surprised. Fortunately, the small badge on her chest indicated that she was from Crancia, so they were not overly nervous.
"I can treat him first." Loran Hill didn't want to reveal his identity for the time being.
"But this is against the rules. You must prove that you are capable enough, otherwise random attempts will only make the patient worse..." Before the captain finished speaking, Loran Hill took out a small bronze plate with a thin red rope on it from his sleeve.
"A graduate of Sage College?" The captain looked at the small bronze medallion with an embossed pattern. The faint petals and leaves on it were exactly the pattern of sage.
Sage petals are mostly blue and purple, and it is very resistant to diseases and pests. In the past, it was regarded as a panacea. Although this is an exaggeration, it is indeed a medicinal material with various functions such as sterilization, disinfection and preservation.
After Loran Hill established the first extraordinary medical college in Solander, it was named after it. Each graduate will be issued a bronze medal symbolizing their identity. They walk in the mountains and fields, providing the most basic and most needed medical support to the people in those remote and barren areas.
After seeing the bronze medal, the captain seemed relieved and asked two team members to put the injured enemy soldier down for the time being and let the mysterious girl, whose face was half hidden in the hood, check him out.
Loran Hill walked forward, stretched out his white palm, and covered the soldier's head from a distance. A faint light appeared in his pupils as he checked his injuries.
Although one of her calves was twisted, fortunately it was not damaged for long and had not yet completely necrotized. With her current strength, it would not be difficult to treat it.
A faint white light emerged from the palm of his hand, and then wisps of white flames gently outlined and wrapped around his calf, first clearing away blood stains, dust, sterilizing and disinfecting it, and then with a slight turn of his wrist, the leg bone below was also manipulated to straighten in the air, making a slight sound.
"Ah--" the soldier lying on the stretcher screamed in pain.
"Be patient, it will be fine soon." The girl's clear voice was like the mountain breeze and flowing water, which made people feel calm and at ease.
The originally dark red wound slowly returned to its normal color as strands of white light seeped in, and the internal nerves and muscles returned to their original state under extremely precise treatment.
Lying on the ground, the soldier felt a cool sensation in his calves, then slowly regained feeling in his ankles. A genuine and unbearable joy rose in his heart, and he looked at the girl with gratitude.
Although he could only see the delicate chin due to the angle, in his heart, this mysterious girl whom he had never met was more beautiful and kind than any angel in the church.
"That's good."
After checking again, Loran Hill put down his hand, blinked, and said so.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." The soldier spoke incoherently. His limited knowledge did not allow him to find any elegant or better words, so he could only repeat them over and over again to express his gratitude.
"I'll repay you in any way I can."
"Nothing." Loran Hill shook his head slightly.
"If you see someone in trouble who really needs help in the future, just lend a hand. So, goodbye, sir."
The silver-haired and gray-robed girl walked lightly across the street and left gracefully amid the grateful and inquiring eyes of the people behind her.
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