After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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"you!"

The homeless man raised his fist.

"No! Let him go see a doctor."

Clara reached out and blocked the fist.

Spas nodded to Clara, ignoring the angry vagrant, walked up to the injured man, and squatted down.

Clara watched Spa's retreating figure from afar, her heart pounding.

Although... I let Spa give it a try, and he has abilities I didn't expect, but...

Is it too risky to let him save people directly?

Clara bit her lip, staring at Spa's back, noticing his calm eyes, as if he were used to gunshot wounds.

Could it be... that he experienced even more horrific casualties?

For now, let's just believe him.

Clara shook her head, her fists clenched.

The commotion was intense, attracting a large crowd of onlookers who gathered around Spa like they were watching a gorilla.

However, Spall didn't notice the homeless people; all his attention was focused on the injured man's leg.

The bullet... penetrated deep into the thigh, invisible to the naked eye.

It's definitely a bit tricky.

However, I've treated even more outrageous external injuries from that battle with Bu Liren.

Spare focused his mind, and all that remained in his field of vision was that one gunshot wound.

His vision penetrated the surface of the wound like a microscope, allowing him to clearly see the texture of the injured muscle.

His gaze traveled along the muscles like a train, and soon he spotted the bullet.

The bullet was lodged between two muscles, with blood vessels nearby. If not handled carefully, it could cause extensive bleeding.

Speed ​​is essential!

It also needs to be accurate!

Spa pursed his lips, his fingertips flashing like lightning as he probed the wound.

"What...what do you want to do!"

The onlookers' expressions changed drastically.

They knew that touching the wound at high speed would not only fail to remove the bullet, but could also cause secondary damage, rendering the thigh unusable.

A homeless woman became agitated and rushed towards Spa.

But as soon as she moved her foot, she saw Spah remove his fingers from his thigh and pull out a bullet.

So...so fast!

This speed, this precision... is this even human?

In an instant, both the homeless man and Clara, who had been grabbed by the penguin, were filled with surprise and stood frozen in place.

However, they were only stunned for a moment before they came to their senses and a feeling of joy welled up inside them.

Clara smiled slightly, her face flushed, and tears welled up in her eyes.

That's great... With Spago around, everyone's saved.

Next second!

Blood began to seep from the wound again. The blood flowed more and more, gushing out like a small fountain.

Oops!

Clara's face turned deathly pale.

Although Spare removed the bullet, Hao was too badly injured, and simple treatment could not stop the bleeding.

If the bleeding can't be stopped, he'll lose too much blood...

Does this mean we still have to amputate his leg?

Clara grew increasingly anxious, and her eyes reddened again.

Spah remained expressionless.

He waved his hand and conjured a string of needles and thread.

Chapter 88 The Conflict Begins in the Mechanical Settlement

sewing?

Is it used to suture wounds?

However, with such severe bleeding, it's impossible to properly suture the wound; the blood might stop flowing before it's even finished.

Clara bit her lip.

She dared not make any rash moves, and could only clench her little hands tightly, watching Spayon line with longing eyes.

The next second, a scene that shocked her appeared.

Instead of stitching directly, Spa extended his index finger and pointed at the wound.

Everyone present was stunned.

However, given the precedent of retrieving bullets at lightning speed, no one dared to stop Spall for the time being.

They remained silent, watching Spa's index finger touch the wound.

A miracle happened.

The blood that was originally flowing had completely frozen.

The freeze lasted only two seconds.

Clara was surprised to find that the blood that had spilled out was flowing back as if it had been put in reverse.

What...what...what's the principle behind this?

Magic? Miracle?

Or am I dreaming?

Clara was conservative by nature, and Spa's new approach was like a torrent, impacting her established knowledge system.

But Spall didn't wait for her to come to her senses. He picked up the needle and thread and began to stitch up Hao Wen's wound.

They couldn't see how he operated it; all they heard was a "swish" sound as Spah turned his elbow, the needle and thread becoming afterimages.

He finished stitching in less than half a minute.

Hmm... soon

Clara looked at the coin toss and nodded.

Although Spa's stitching speed was incredibly fast.

However, she had just witnessed blood flowing backwards. In comparison, the lightning-fast suturing wasn't so magical.

Let me see... Is the patient still bleeding?

Clara grabbed the hem of her skirt, walked up to Hao Wen, lowered her head, and began to examine the wound.

"Huh? What happened? Where did the thread go?"

Clara exclaimed.

She discovered that there were no signs of stitches on the wound.

Clara leaned closer to examine it and noticed a faint, almost imperceptible line on the surface of her skin.

But when she was distracted for a moment, the thread disappeared again.

Hao Wen's skin, on the other hand, was as smooth and flawless as if it had never been shot, without a single scar.

day!

Is this level of precision truly achievable by humans?

How many wounds must he have stitched up?

Hundreds? Or thousands?

The more Clara thought about it, the more she felt that this man in front of her could not be judged by common sense.

Clara wasn't the only one surprised.

Those homeless people who were uninjured or only slightly injured all gathered around, looking at Spahic's line with amazement.

"Who is this person? Natasha's apprentice?"

"Are you stupid? Natasha doesn't have that kind of skill. She's probably a big shot from the Upper District! The Upper District is finally paying attention to us!"

"The upper level? How could the upper level possibly care about our lives? It's probably our sincerity that moved the Amber King..."

The discussions were noisy and chaotic, and Spah frowned as he listened.

"enough!"

Spall raised his head, glanced at the crowd, lowered his voice, and said coldly:

"Instead of just watching, why not lend a hand! Even you can handle minor injuries very well."

After saying that, he didn't care what the homeless people thought, and conjured up a bag of energy bars, crunching and munching on them.

After finishing the energy bar, he stood up and gently waved his hand, instantly creating patches of gauze on the ground.

"If you want to help, get some gauze from the ground. This is a matter of life and death, don't waste any more time."

After saying that, Spah didn't linger. He shifted his gaze, found a homeless man lying paralyzed by the roadside, and walked over.

Such incredible abilities... yet he only cared about healing people. This gentleman is truly a good person.

The homeless people felt a pang of emotion.

They exchanged glances, then squatted down, grabbed the gauze, and scattered it around them.

The entire mechanical settlement sprang into action.

Most of the homeless people found an injured person, rolled up some gauze, and bandaged their wounds.

However, there are still people who have nothing better to do.

They witnessed Spa's actions and were deeply moved, but instead of joining the rescue efforts, they ran towards the outside of the mechanical settlement.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! A miracle doctor has arrived at the Mechanical Settlement!"

"Extra number! Extra number!"

……

Before long, Spa's name spread throughout the lower town.

Immediately, many people rushed towards the mechanical settlement.

Whether they were injured or not, whether they were homeless or miners from the town.

Spall, however, knew nothing of these things. He simply upheld the will of preservation, saving patients one by one.

After stitching up one person's wound, he cleaned the bruises from another's wound... Spa worked tirelessly, saving more than a dozen people.

"Phew, finally no more seriously injured patients."

Spah took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A cold wind blew by, brushing against his hair and brushing against Spa's cheeks, making him feel itchy inside.

Let me rest for a while... and then I'll think about the next step.

Spah pondered.

He leaned against the fence, pretending to rest, but his five senses were unconsciously activated, and he was sensing everything around him.

He felt a strong protective energy surrounding everyone, which made him feel extremely happy.

A smile appeared on Spa's face.