Chapter 435
Chapter 435: In the Future, They Will Say Transia Produces Well-Trained Quack Doctors
The Shadow Trail Sect monks returning from Dnipro City dispersed at Crimson Citadel. Although the guild-related side story ended, they all still had their own tasks and continued to work discreetly.
Sister Pomegranate had to go to Malo Town to meet up with her companions, while Teacher Li stayed at Crimson Citadel to continue fighting in the king of fighters championship. However, he wasn’t after that rare title, but rather to learn “local martial arts” from Turner while quickly gathering recommendation letters from those NPCs to join in the challenge against Governor Murphy.
This physically educated teacher who appears refined and cultured in the real world has “unleashed his nature” in the game. His devotion to martial arts has been reawakened in his middle age.
These days of fighting in the arena have made him famous in Crimson Citadel, with fighting enthusiasts shouting his name even as he walks down the street.
It’s clear that although Teacher Li doesn’t like doing quests, he is indeed enjoying the game in his own way.
Alin, Uncle Giant Shark, and Star Soul Eagle were summoned by Brother Stick. Besides being monks of the Shadow Trail Sect, they are also members of the Crimson Hammer and Sickle team. Now that Brother Stick has gone to the Maginot Line for garrison duty, they also need to follow and guest Star Soul Eagle as supervisors while participating in the Hammer and Sickle team’s reconnaissance and response to the environment around the defensive line.
Brother Mao didn’t go anywhere.
He followed his young uncle to the “House of the Dead” in the Blood Vulture Halls, where his younger brother had been since entering the game.
“Ah Feng! How are you feeling today?”
Entering the dim basement, passing the corner, Brother Mao immediately saw his younger brother practicing a set of health-preserving boxing in front of the House of the Dead. Seeing him bouncing around energetically made Brother Mao feel better too.
He quickly stepped forward and asked, and Pants Stripping Demon turned around with a laugh, came forward to hug his older brother, then looked back at their father who was standing with his hands behind his back, smiling without speaking, and went forward to hug him too.
Master Yang, serious and rarely smiling, sighed helplessly, reached out to pat his son’s shoulder, half-scolding and half-sighing:
“How old are you now, still being so childish? You need to be more steady, understand?”
“I’ve been steady for almost half my life, Dad. Won’t you let me be unrestrained in the game now?”
Ah Feng laughed and looked his father and brother up and down, saying:
“Did you guys go on a killing spree this time following Master Turner? That murderous aura hasn’t dispersed yet, did you run into some weird quest again?”
“Tracking a group of cultists, reportedly they’re connected to half the bad things happening in Transia right now.”
Brother Mao didn’t hide anything and told his younger brother about the Dusk incident.
Listening made Ah Feng’s eyebrows dance as he repeatedly made punching motions in the air, clearly regretting not being able to participate in such “chivalrous deeds.”
His situation was special.
Although he felt he could participate in Transia’s battles and construction like normal players, Lord Bella wouldn’t let him leave.
The Corpse Mage said that before getting the Ghost Grimoire to stabilize her apprentice’s spirit form to a sufficiently tough level, Ah Feng couldn’t go out randomly, but Pants Stripping Demon felt this was just an excuse from the Corpse Mage.
This person he called “mentor” kept making him drink various potions to observe his reactions, clearly treating him as a test subject.
However, the reason Ah Feng hadn’t rebelled yet was precisely because of this, the potions Lord Bella gave him to drink were indeed effective.
During this time he could clearly feel that his consciousness was much clearer than when he first “came over,” and he estimated that after some more time he would be able to return to a normal person’s condition.
“Your mother’s test application has been approved by the test group, she’ll be coming in next weekend.”
Old Yang softly told Little Yang:
“Make some preparations beforehand, and don’t be frightened by her current appearance. In the years since your accident, your mother has been through a lot, her mental state is somewhat…”
“I understand, I get it, you don’t need to say more, Father.”
Little Yang was a good child, he nodded but didn’t say much more to his father on this topic. After all, he had already understood the truth about this “game” from Governor Murphy, and he didn’t want his father and brother to have to bear this pressure too.
Since this was just a game for them, they should be allowed to enjoy the fun that games should have.
“By the way, Ah Feng, don’t you get bored staying here all the time?”
Brother Mao didn’t much like the cold atmosphere of the House of the Dead. Looking around at the surroundings, he glanced at Lady Bernice who was patrolling in the distance with several elite skeleton soldiers, and asked quietly:
“Do you need me to bring you some local books? Or novels from our side to help pass the time?”
“No thanks, just reading the professional books on Netherworld knowledge gives me a headache every day.”
Pants Stripping Demon waved his hands, showing a look of having lost the will to live, and complained:
“I feel like I’m back to being a medical student, spending all day studying those obscure professional books, and they’re in foreign languages so you have to learn their writing system first before you can do professional translation.
Mentor Bella requires me to master this knowledge within one month, she says I’m a natural death mage and undead commander, and as long as I can convert my talent, the path to becoming an immortal lich will be smooth sailing in the future.
But the problem is I don’t want to become a lich.
I want to be a monk like you guys or else those twenty plus years I spent studying in my previous life would be wasted?”
“You can have multiple professions.”
Brother Mao laughed and said:
“There are three profession slots per person, and no one says you can’t maintain your form as a powerful monk while becoming a mighty lich.
Although it sounds strange, as far as I know, among the monk sects spread across the continent there is indeed a ‘Eternal Death Sect’ that is closely tied to the concept of death.
If you’re determined to take this path of ‘dual cultivation in magic and martial arts,’ your big brother will definitely help you fulfill your wish in the future.”
“Have to help Ah Feng find the Ghost Grimoire first, otherwise my good son can’t even leave this little house.”
Old Yang stroked his chin and said:
“Ah Mu, let’s rest for a day and head to Foul Swamp tomorrow morning.
I heard from the student players that their Niuniu is already executing reconnaissance missions there, it seems the Transia authorities have put the cleanup of Foul Swamp on the agenda.
Perhaps we’ll soon find an opportunity to take action.”
“Mm.”
Brother Mao nodded and said:
“No need to rest, we’ll set out after saying goodbye to Ah Feng, we can find an NPC from the Midnight faction in Crimson Citadel to open a portal for us.
Although there’s some risk of getting ambushed, it can save a lot of time.”
“Wait! Isn’t that Niuniu Sister Pomegranate’s brother?”
Ah Feng suddenly smiled brightly and punched Brother Mao’s shoulder, saying quietly:
“That’s your future brother-in-law, shouldn’t you try to curry favor?”
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
At the mention of this topic, Brother Mao immediately put on a stern face and said:
“Nothing’s set in stone yet, don’t dare to speak carelessly.”
“Tch, you’ve already brought her home.”
Ah Feng said disdainfully:
“Isn’t it almost Mid-Autumn Festival? Is the house ready? It’s a pity I can’t participate in this family dinner, otherwise I’m sure I’d see some interesting scenes.
I heard Sister Pomegranate is a real tigress.”
“I’ll take photos to show you, but before he can bring someone home he has to defeat them in reality first, which won’t be easy.”
Old Yang shook his head, and was about to say a few more words to his son when he suddenly heard strange bell sounds coming from the House of the Dead in the distance. It was like some kind of summons, and under the bewildered gazes of Master Yang and Brother Mao, many young people wearing white clothes and carrying identical backpacks appeared from the stairway passage on the upper level, lining up to advance towards the area behind the House of the Dead.
Pants Stripping Demon also flexed his hands and said:
“Can’t talk more with you guys, you should hurry off to do your quest, I need to start teaching class.”
“Huh?”
Brother Mao asked in surprise:
“What classes are you teaching these NPCs?”
“Medicine, mainly first aid, debridement, suturing and human anatomy.”
Ah Feng rubbed his cheeks and said:
“This job started a week ago, these people are all veterans or from local medical households, Maxim gathered them to be reorganized as medics under the Kadman People’s Army.
Governor Murphy assigned the teaching task to me, among current players I’m the only one with a proper medical doctorate, I need to train at least 100 qualified medics before the war starts.
But honestly, this job isn’t hard.
The locals have their own set of medical theories and healing techniques, the regeneration effects of spirit energy application are far superior to our drug-driven natural healing, so the key to teaching military doctors is teaching them how to handle critical injuries, ensuring they can keep the wounded hanging onto their last breath.
This way, as long as there are enough priests, they can be kept alive.
But this job is actually quite perverted.”
“Huh?”
Old Yang asked again:
“Explain the perversion.”
“Mainly Governor Murphy’s teaching requirements… he requires these medics to master amputation techniques.”
Pants Stripping Demon rubbed his aching brow and said:
“I heard the local engineering masters signed a strange ‘disability insurance’ with the People’s Army, promising to use strange engineering prosthetics to replace those wounded soldiers’ torsos and limbs, to ensure they can return to the battlefield as quickly as possible.
After the wounded can no longer receive first aid and prosthetic replacements due to multiple injuries, the Blood Vulture Clan will step in to transform those who have proven their loyalty into vampires, granting immortality as a reward for loyalty.
I have to say, from various perspectives, this is too explosive.
This kind of behavior in our world would send everyone, including the clerk who drafted this agreement, to a military tribunal for crimes against humanity!
It took me a long time to convince myself to agree to teach, I can only say they have their own national conditions here.”
This left Brother Mao and Old Yang looking at each other in dismay.
They could be certain this definitely wasn’t something NPCs could come up with, even though vampires are naturally evil, these midnight kin still had unfathomable bottom lines.
Thinking about the only player who had actively given himself engineering prosthetics and was still proud of it, the drafter of this military medical code was probably the mysteriously-backgrounded Brother Loyalty himself.
“That’s intense”
Brother Mao rubbed his eyes and said:
“Too intense in every sense, alright, go teach your class, Ah Feng, we’ll come back to see you in a few days, if we’re lucky, next time we return we’ll bring back the Ghost Grimoire, then you’ll be free.”
“Don’t push yourselves so hard.”
Ah Feng advised:
“I’m already very satisfied with how I am now, you and Dad should enjoy yourselves, I mean, just do whatever you want to do here, don’t delay your own affairs for my sake.”
“Nonsense!”
Brother Mao said with a grimace:
“You’re my little brother, if I don’t look after you who will? Only after getting you healed can I travel the four corners without worry.”
After saying this, Old Yang and Brother Mao bid farewell to Ah Feng.
They left the House of the Dead to seek a spirit mage to open a portal, while Ah Feng himself watched his family leave, slowly finished that set of health-preserving boxing, before returning to his “teaching” place.
His first batch of apprentices numbered about 30, and they had already prepared for class at this time.
Everyone wore butcher-style aprons and gloves, with masks protecting their nose and mouth and hair covers on their faces. When they saw Pants Stripping Demon enter, they uniformly bowed to him.
But Ah Feng waved his hand, indicating there was no need to be so polite.
Three operating tables had already been fixed in this spacious area, and on each operating table lay a deeply anesthetized gnoll.
“These three gnoll prisoners accidentally encountered misfortune while repairing roads yesterday, each of them has limb and organ damage. If there were priests they could survive and even recover, but in the real world not everyone is lucky enough to have a priest by their side when encountering danger.
And this is the meaning of our existence as doctors!
We may not have the priests’ miraculous healing abilities, but we can use our skills and knowledge to save the lives of those poor souls who cannot receive priestly aid.
We will use real cases to prove to the entire continent that not only priests have the qualification to fight with death, we doctors can also efficiently save lives and heal the injured.
Lord Bella believes that your theoretical learning has been sufficient, so it’s time to begin practice.”
Ah Feng laid out his medical tools, picking and choosing from among them to take out a bone saw that gleamed coldly and made one’s scalp tingle. He put on his mask and said to the somewhat restless “students” before him:
“Well then, today we have practical class! I will demonstrate amputation techniques and rapid hemostasis and first aid to you. Surgery on test subject number one will be presided over by me, you will observe.
But whether number two and three can survive today depends on how well you’ve learned over the past period of time.
Are you ready?
My dear students, my advice is to take a deep breath, hold it and don’t let it out, and anyone who needs to use the bathroom should hurry and go now.”
Ah Feng’s students were all local Transians, and the biggest characteristic of locals was being stubborn.
No one would admit to being a coward in public, so faced with Pants Stripping Demon instructor’s kind reminder, the thirty or so people before him stood unmoved.
This made Ah Feng show a strange smile, these new recruits reminded him of himself when he first attended anatomy class years ago.
Ah, he was just as stubborn back then.
However, the body teacher always severely punishes every stubborn medical student…
So when Ah Feng skillfully used the scalpel to cut open the injured gnoll’s abdomen and blood gushed out exposing the internal organs, two young ones immediately threw up on the spot.
When Ah Feng clicked his tongue in wonder as he pulled out the gnoll’s large and small intestines that differed from humans’, another four who couldn’t take it covered their mouths and rushed out.
When Instructor Ah Feng cut off the damaged organs and tossed them onto a plate without changing expression, several veterans who had been through battles felt weak in the knees.
Their performance honestly made Ah Feng very surprised.
Looking at those who could still stand at this point, he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly, as expected of martial virtue-filled Transia, those who could survive the Ten-Year War all had real skills. If this was back in his world, a room full of students would probably all be crying.
“Done!”
After about ten minutes, Ah Feng completed the surgery on gnoll number one. This unfortunate one had half its stomach and half its liver removed, this would definitely mean death for humans, but gnolls’ wild vitality meant their internal organs could achieve a certain degree of self-healing after recovery.
Seeing Ah Feng put down his tools, someone among the green-faced medics below raised their hand tremblingly and said:
“Instructor, doesn’t this need suturing? Its intestines are still outside.”
“Oh, wait for them to retract on their own, the intestines’ autonomous peristalsis will restore them to their original form, then we’ll do the suturing! Look how miraculous the body is.
Come come, everyone come appreciate the unique liver shape of gnolls. In our place it’s popular to soak animal organs in liquor, I wonder what gnoll liver-soaked alcohol would taste like?
You know what, this thing is quite fatty, why not find a chef to cook it up?
Sprinkle some chili and pepper, should taste pretty good.”
“Instructor! Please stop saying such horrifying things…”
“Blegh~”
Seeing the students before him finally scatter en masse unable to take it anymore, Ah Feng put down the gnoll liver in his hand and doubled over laughing in the now empty classroom.
He laughed until tears came out.
That’s right!
This is how it should be, an anatomy class isn’t successful if it doesn’t make a few people faint. Looking at the current results, he clearly had the potential to become an excellent instructor.