In the city of Gria, a desolate and sad atmosphere lingers throughout the city.

Sadness, sadness, pain, the depression and hesitation of unclear numbers are all echoing and circling in this city, as if countless ghosts and ghosts are howling and crying.

Today's sunshine is a little bit more intense than in the past, and there are few warmth. However, for those who have lost relatives and friends, such weather is not as desolate as an autumn rain, and an autumn wind comes more natural and more in line with the situation.

For the city of Gria at this time, for those who survived the disaster last night, what is more in line with this atmosphere is the autumn rain, the cold wind, the cloudy sky, and the dark clouds, but it is not the cheerfulness of seeing the blue sky through clearing the clouds and fog.

This scene that is extremely rare in late autumn in the north, if it appears in the past, someone may say a few words of praise with a smile on his face.

Men with good families may take their wives and children to the suburbs for a trip, noble nobles will entertain guests in their homes, and businessmen with little wealth will also embark on such days or in a very good mood.

But today is different, all of this is different from the peace and tranquility of the past.

The sunshine and warmth at this time are not only symbols of blessings and beauty, but in the eyes of these people who are lost in their eyes with red eyes, this is the mockery of fate, the deepest malice, and the most violent ridicule.

Even those who are safe and reunited and safe from their families still can't laugh at their collapsed houses and almost every residence with a complete appearance.

Maybe there are some people who did not suffer any losses, such as those in the aristocratic district of Gria City and the surrounding areas.

The building quality of the house is excellent and basically does not collapse. Although there are invasions from abyss creatures, except for the bad luck and the escaped few, the others are basically safe and sound.

For these nobles, saving lives is basically a ancestral skill. Often, when building houses, there are various secret rooms and authentic halls. Even if they no longer have their own castles and manors, this ancestral art is not abandoned at all, and they basically ran in to take refuge as soon as possible.

The abyss creatures were so close that they were blocked by the executive department and could not hurt them. Although the creatures entering from the north gate of Gria City were fierce, they did not break into this place, and they could not pose a threat to them. Therefore, it can be said that even if they did not have extraordinary power to protect them, they were basically unscathed in this incident.

As for why it is almost done, we have to talk about a baron who secretly met his lover in the north of Gria City. In theory, such things are basically open secrets, and everyone is tacitly aware of them.

But he was not lucky. When the gate of the north city of Gria was broken last night, he happened to fall asleep in bed with his little lover after a fierce battle, so he did not wake up in time. When the servant who followed him found that something was wrong and wanted to wake him up, his head was cut off by a passing shadow leopard.

Perhaps, until his death, the Baron never thought that the love words he said when he was mixing oil with his little lover in the past would eventually be realized in this way.

Excluding this unlucky person, in the incident last night, the nobles in Gria City basically had no casualties.

But they still didn't feel happy because their family industry was basically affiliated with Griya City. After this difficulty, Griya City was almost severely damaged, and their family industry would also be greatly affected. Basically, they had to save money in recent years.

How could they be happy?

...

"Doctor, doctor, save my father, please save my father."

"Come, come quickly."

"Mom, what's wrong with you, Mom!"

“…”

The hospital was filled with all kinds of sounds, either extremely sad or distraught.

The noisy sound mixed up, and it was extremely noisy, as if all the machines in the factory were starting to work, making a violent roar, which made people exhausted and almost unable to hear words a few steps away.

What you can feel is the strong smell of disinfectant water, the bed sheets that look extremely pale in the sun, and the wounded lying on the hospital bed stuffed in the corridor.

All of this seemed so erratic, and the colors began to become colorful, as if someone had pulled away the surrounding space in an instant. The sound and smell seemed to have become extremely distant and empty in an instant. Those sounds that kept crying sounds seemed to come from an extremely distant place, as if blue smoke crossed the mountains and seas and finally came to my ears.

"Renard, what are you thinking?" The doctor beside him glanced at Renard who was standing at the door and said curiously.

"Nothing." Renard smiled awkwardly and simply replied.

"Or why don't you go and have a rest first. You have been doing eight surgeries on the operating table from last night to now. I guess you're tired enough."

Reinard just smiled after hearing this, "It's nothing, it's not a day yet, and there are still so many wounded people waiting for us to treat."

"Time is really nothing, but the amount of surgery you have done is basically done by more than two senior doctors. It probably takes a lot of energy to do so many surgeries in a short period of time."

A slightly thin brown-haired and blue-eyed man next to him looked at Renard with some admiration and said.

Renard took the initiative to ask Angus, the Minister of the Executive Department, to come to the largest hospital in Gria City, St. Paul Hospital.

Of course, he could not play any mysterious tricks, like a third-rate bloody plot, with a superb medical skills but no qualifications for practicing medicine. Then he could stand on the operating table after experiencing a series of complex and exhausted face-slapping processes.

He contacted the director of St. Paul's Hospital directly, and with the title of his mentor who had also made great reputations in the medical field, he entrusted the Panel Security Department to issue a relevant certificate and directly joined the medical team for treating the wounded.

At first, the doctor next to him was extremely dissatisfied with such an outsider joining. After all, although Renard has a good teacher, he has no reputation, so he thought Renard was gilding at this time and did not give him a good face.

Renard also understood very much. He did not take the other party's attitude to heart, but just did his best to do every operation and explained everything with his own actions.

Then, the doctor next to him who was working with him was impressed by its superb skills and became what he is now.

As for why he came here, that would be even better.

It is true that he is a permanent doctor in the Executive Department, but in fact, during the operation last night, the injuries suffered by the members of the Executive Department were not serious. Except for a shield warrior who was unconscious until now after being hit by the Barol Flame Demon, there were basically no major problems.

That is, a few ribs were broken and there was a "small problem" like there was a severe bleeding in the chest cavity.

Although it sounds serious, for the Black Iron Level strong man, as long as the physical injuries are not as good as the limb is broken, the rest is basically fine. Even if a thoracic fracture is handled in time, it will take only one month to recuperate.

With the help of various potions and healing spells, it will not take more than a week, but it is estimated that they will not be able to do any intense exercise in the next half month.

Last night, after solving the problem, Renard just took the initiative to come to St. Paul's Hospital for help after just looking at it and found that there was no major problem.

Because the role he can play here is far more important than the role he has come to take care of the wounded in the executive department.

As for whether there will be danger there, are you joking? After leaving Renard, isn’t there Bright, a pastor who originally belonged to the Holy See of Light? Not to mention anything else, at least it will stop the injury from worsening. It’s at least OK to wait until Renard comes back.

Moreover, although the three big guys above are not very responsible, and there are two professions that are not very correct. But isn’t there another one? Even Master Ryan, who is now in a weak state, is he still one by one who has learned potions and alchemy to a very high level.

Although Renard is a necromancer, he has always had a heart that can help others. From a small sense, this is the value of pursuing self-realization. In a large sense, this is to reverse the image of the necromancer lineage.

And he is indeed an extremely suitable candidate. Although Bright is a priest, his healing techniques are all in a mysterious way. Not to mention that the basic principle is to stimulate the instinct of human life, it will have certain side effects on some people who are already in danger of life. Just saving others in public is already rejected by the extraordinary ban.

But Renard is different. Even if he does not apply spells, he is also an extremely qualified doctor. His bachelor's degree in medicine is real. After all, for the necromancer, playing with flesh and blood is also the most basic professional quality.

Moreover, during the operation, even if he casts some auxiliary spells, he will not be discovered by others. It is basically a realistic way to save people.

If compared in medicine.

The only ones that can be compared with them are vampires, blood elves, and other extremely rare races. Moreover, even these fantasy species have many talent and abilities. They may be extremely outstanding in practice in one aspect, but they cannot be as comprehensive and detailed as the necromancer.

"Don't worry, didn't I take a sniff for a while before?" Renard looked at the concerned expression of Dr. Feile beside him, and felt warm and comforted him.

"But I heard that you went to the PKR to see your friend." But Dr. Filor was not confused by Renard's words at all, and said meaningfully.

There was extremely obvious joke and teasing in that look. Renard was very familiar with this kind of pleasure that a bored person would appear when he was inquiring about gossip.

Renard couldn't help but curse in his heart, and he didn't know who spread the news that he had gone to the Public Security Bureau to see that boy Alan.
Chapter completed!