I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 207: Healing
In the modern world, if a wound is left for too long and starts to get infected, the necrotic flesh will be cut off.
This way, new flesh can grow back, accelerating the recovery process.
Especially in a place lacking medicine like this, once a wound gets infected, death is almost certain. Beastmen rely entirely on their superior physique; after being injured, they just need to rest to slowly recover without much treatment.
However, the beastmen before his eyes clearly couldn’t recover on their own anymore. The rotting flesh had to be removed; otherwise, relying solely on Evan’s magic wouldn’t be a solution. But... asking him to do it himself, he truly didn’t dare.
"Michael, you do it. Cut off the rotting, smelly flesh on their wounds; absolutely do not cut into the healthy flesh."
Eric looked at Michael with pleading eyes, handing him the knife.
Although Snow Wolf females were also very fierce, it was better to entrust this task to Michael.
"Cut off? But..." Michael’s eyes widened in surprise, looking at the knife in his hand: "Shouldn’t we let their wounds heal? How can we cut the flesh?"
"Those parts of the flesh are already dead. If we don’t cut them off, the other healthy flesh will also get infected and gradually rot away. It’s precisely because of this layer of rotting flesh that Evan has been casting magic for days but they still haven’t recovered," Eric explained.
Luci, Michael, and Joseph all understood.
Joseph even said fearfully: "In the past, whenever our tribesmen got injured and the wound emitted this smell, they were considered hopeless. Before, we could still buy healing medicine from humans; here we can only search for medicinal herbs, but they are extremely hard to find."
His mood sank, recalling the tribesmen who had died from infected wounds in the past.
Evan, with a pale face, continued: "The rotting flesh on their wounds has indeed hindered recovery. Even if I use all my strength to cast healing magic, I can only sustain them. Moreover, their wounds are too severe, and there are many of them, while my magic power hasn’t recovered much; it’s very difficult to save them all."
Leo poked his furry head out from behind: "Brother Evan hasn’t slept for days; apart from using magic, he just meditates."
"Thank you, you’ve worked hard." Eric said sincerely to Evan.
The feeling of constantly exhausting magic power certainly wasn’t pleasant. Although Eric didn’t fully understand it yet, looking at Evan’s state was enough to know how exhausted he had been these past few days.
A human exerting all his strength to help beastmen like this, Eric was extremely grateful. No wonder Leo was so close to Evan.
Evan shook his head, a smile appearing on his pale face: "I can’t just watch them die without saving them."
Michael held the knife, hesitantly positioning it over a Horned Goat person with both chest and stomach torn open, muttering with a deep frown: "If this were a magic beast, it would be easier for me to act..."
There wasn’t even a bottle of styptic powder; stopping the bleeding after disinfecting later would also be a problem. Eric thought distressingly, but without removing the rotting flesh, the wound could never heal. If only Evan could quickly recover his magic, cutting on one side and healing on the other, the effectiveness would definitely be doubled.
An idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He could also learn that healing magic! That way, he could share the burden with Evan and accelerate the recovery process for the Horned Goat tribesmen.
Thinking of this, Eric asked immediately: "Evan, can I learn healing magic?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Evan was stunned for a moment: "Even the simplest healing magic is intermediate level. I don’t know if your magic power level allows you to cast it. It would be good if we had a magic power detector, but you can try."
Eric nodded without hesitation; trying wouldn’t cost anything.
"Casting magic beyond your level, if your spiritual power level is high but magic power is low, it just won’t succeed without any side effects. But if your spiritual power is also insufficient, casting magic beyond your level, whether successful or not, will cause a backlash. Fortunately, healing magic has a gentle attribute; the consequence of a backlash is just sleeping for a few days."
Evan warned Eric in a cautious tone, explaining the consequences in detail.
"It’s okay, I’ll try. If it doesn’t work, at most I’ll just sleep for a few days," Eric said nonchalantly under the worried gazes of Michael and everyone else.
Since it was like this, Evan didn’t stop him anymore. He lowered his head and chanted:
"Oh great God of Nature, your most loyal believer is calling, may the nature spirits have mercy on your people! Green Leaf Healing Art!"
His magic power didn’t have much left to begin with; after casting, he was exhausted, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Eric was just marvelling that this time the spell Evan chanted wasn’t some incomprehensible local dialect, but the common language of the Yas Empire that he could understand.
He was trying to memorize the long and difficult spell when Evan in front of him collapsed from exhaustion.
He hurried to support the other, letting Evan sit on a chair: "Didn’t you say the backlash was just sleeping for a few days? Why are you bleeding?"
Evan wiped the blood away with his handkerchief, his voice a bit weak, a look of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
"These past few days I’ve overused magic power, all because of that... stupid thing." He fell silent just in time: "It’s fine, I just need to meditate a few more times. You try the magic first."
Eric observed his face, seeing he still had some spirit, felt more assured, stood up, and recalled the spell Evan just taught.
Casting magic required mental concentration. He cleared all distracting thoughts, and the people around also remained silent so as not to disturb him.
As soon as he chanted the spell, the energy around Eric seemed to start fluctuating.
On the wound of the patient he pointed at, a leaf formed from green specks of light gradually appeared and adhered to it. The wound visibly improved a little to the naked eye.
"Success!" Eric jumped up in excitement, also carefully sensing his body’s condition, finding no drowsiness; this time was truly a complete success.
Luci and Joseph breathed a sigh of relief. Just now they were all holding their breath, afraid Eric would suffer a backlash.
"Big brother is so amazing!" Leo jumped around Eric cheering.
"So shall I start now?" Michael raised the knife. After a moment of hesitation, he knew how to make the cut.
Eric was a bit tense, but the miserable state of the injured on the grass mats strengthened his resolve:
"Start, Michael, just cut."
Skilled in fighting and hunting magic beasts, but cutting rotting flesh from a wound for a living person was still a first. Michael held the knife steadily, cutting quickly and accurately; the black, festering pieces of rotting flesh were all neatly removed by him as much as possible.
Eric observed his movements constantly. As soon as the rotting flesh was cut off, he started chanting. Fresh blood just welled up when the Green Leaf Healing Art covered the wound. Although it couldn’t heal immediately, the bleeding stopped, and even some new skin grew.
At this moment, on the Horned Goat person with the largest wound, his sallow and darkened face, which had been grimacing in pain even while in a coma, could now clearly be seen to be much more peaceful.
