"Are you sure it's a disease?"

Donald stood on the edge of the bed, looking at the weird tentacles at the wound, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He was the only one who came here. After all, the talents of the other people had nothing to do with the treatment. There were enough people here, and they would easily attract the attention of other passengers on the train.

"It was normal when the wound was bandaged last night. It should be a sudden change today. In fact, we are not sure what the situation is now."

Jacquely's state of mind is also a little confused now, and he can only reply dryly.

"Oh, let me try to see."

Expanding his spiritual vision state, Donald's eyes fell on the priest's wound, and he frowned instantly.

The body of a normal human should be light red in the state of spiritual vision, but the wound in front of this person shows a strange state of red mixed with gray-brown, and this part of the strange area is still expanding!

"What caused his injury."

Donald's first thought was also the wound.

"bullet."

Still the same answer.

"Have you checked the bullet or do you know who wounded him like this?"

Donald never believed that gunshot wounds could cause this kind of mutation. Either the bullet was "stuffed" or there was something wrong with the person attacking, otherwise this situation would never have happened.

"The bullet was taken out by the doctor in the Delchimo hospital, and it was thrown away at the time. As for the attacker, the priest once said that it was a gang of robbers. If nothing else, it should be the two who are currently in Corta and Delchimo. The bandit that is active between cities."

At that time, everyone just regarded it as an ordinary gunshot wound, and there was no fatal injury. The doctor said it was fine, so naturally no one would care about the bullet.

"His wound is being infected by a strange energy, and the infected area is even expanding. There is absolutely something wrong with what caused the wound. It is useless to discuss this matter now. The infected flesh and blood are removed, and when the energy in it spreads to the rest of the body, no one will be able to save him by then."

This is the advice that Donald can give. The crux of the problem lies in this piece of flesh and blood. If you want to solve it, you must start from the root cause.

"How to do?"

Jacqueline looked at the tentacles that were slowly growing from the intact flesh. She knew that there was not much time left for the priest, so she asked Donald anxiously.

"Is he an apostle?"

The pagans in the religion were called apostles, and Donald changed his mind only halfway through.

"No, just a devout priest."

"This is a little troublesome. According to my thoughts, if his body can bear it, it is best to cut the whole piece of meat."

This is the easiest way to do it, and it's much easier to do a complete break than to fix it.

"How big is the range?"

Obviously, Jacqueline began to consider Donald's thoughts, and the doctor beside him remained silent.

"Probably that big."

Reach out a hand and compare it above the wound, which is almost the position of a hand.

"No, if such a big piece of flesh and blood is really cut out directly, let alone the priest is an ordinary person, even if he is a heretic, he can't bear it. There is no medical equipment in the car, and using a knife directly is equivalent to murder!"

The doctor glanced at Donald's hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Is there any other way?"

"There is another method. I have a friend who knows a bit of negative energy spells. She can directly dry up the life energy contained in the flesh and blood in this area. Maybe it can stop their spread. Of course, it's just possible, I don't I can guarantee success, and if this method is used, then it is estimated that this part of his flesh and blood does not need to be recovered, and his life may be saved, but the follow-up sequelae"

Pointing to the tentacles that have grown a few more in the past few minutes, according to Donald's idea, this kind of thing should be expanded by absorbing the energy in the priest's body, so simply use the method of drawing wages from the bottom of the pot to directly make it without energy to absorb, to stop its spread.

"I have to ask the priest's opinion on this."

"Of course, he is your companion, but I have to remind you that it is best to make a decision as soon as possible. After a while, whether the second method can save his life is another matter."

After Donald finished speaking, he walked out of the cubicle and waited outside for them to discuss the results inside.

The result was naturally the second attempt. Instead of letting these tentacles spread all over the body to torture himself to death, the priest was obviously more willing to try the method proposed by Donald. Even if he failed, he would at least die happily.

When Donald brought Lilo in, he could see a relieved look on the face of the man on the bed. It was estimated that he had already explained everything clearly.

Using Spirit Vision's discernment, she drew the infected area with a pen, Lilo stretched out her finger, and a gray mist poured into the priest's wound.

Immediate results!

With the wound as the center, the surrounding flesh and blood shrank and shriveled in an instant, and even the tentacles that were originally swaying around suddenly wilted, and there was no more vigor.

"Ugly is ugly, but life should be saved."

Looking at the shriveled, shriveled flesh, Donald smacked his lips, and the strange energy around the wound in his spiritual vision was gone.

In fact, even the normal life response is gone.

"Priest priest?"

Jacqueline called out tentatively a few times. The person on the bed barely opened her eyes and nodded to indicate that she was fine. She no longer avoided Donald's gaze, and looked at him with gratitude. She had seen Jacque before. When the helper Lin invited was Donald, he was actually a little embarrassed. After all, he was talking about these people behind his back not long ago, but now he has to rely on the other party to save his life.

It's just that the other party did save him now. Although he was a little flustered by the unawareness of the wound between his waist and abdomen, it was the best result compared to the itching and pain that was biting like an ant before.

He is not so ignorant~lightnovelpub.net~ Naturally, he can no longer use his previous attitude towards the savior.

"Since there is nothing to do, then I will leave, don't forget the agreement between us, we will see you at the terminal."

Donald has no interest in staying here, just make sure he gets paid.

As soon as the people left, the atmosphere in the cubicle became much more relaxed. After all, Donald, the heretic, and his companions brought a lot of pressure to them.

"Pastor, what did you encounter and why did you get hurt like this?"

Seeing that the priest's wound had improved, Jacqueline finally couldn't help but ask why.

"The guns in those robbers are monsters! They are all monsters"

The priest closed his eyes suddenly, and the expression on his face was filled with uncontrollable fear.

"A gun is a monster?"

Jacqueline couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence