Free Web NovelChapter 870: Chapter 521: The Odd Artuso, Return to the Territory
The magic robe near the shoulder had long become caked with large patches of blood scabs.
There were also some dark, viscous blood clots.
Artuso didn’t mind; he grabbed the willow leaf saber in one hand and lifted the robe near the wound with the other.
He cut open a layer of fabric with the willow leaf saber.
He sliced a cut through both Favide’s undershirt and robe.
"Hiss..."
When the piece of blood-stained fabric near the wound was torn away.
Favide took a sharp breath.
Some of the scabs were stuck to the wound, causing pain when they were pulled.
However, once the obstructing fabric was removed.
Favide’s wound was thoroughly exposed.
The fish spear was about one meter long.
For humans, it could only be considered a "small spear."
But for the fishmen, who stood just over a meter tall, it was a standard fish spear.
The spine was not inserted deeply; only two of the three spikes were embedded in the shoulder.
The location was directly below the scapula.
Mr. Artuso carefully observed the wound.
Looking from the front and then the back, as if pondering the solution.
The front end of the fish spear had triangular spiked tips.
Pulling it out directly would undoubtedly cause secondary damage due to these spikes.
These two spines must be cut off from outside the penetrating wound first.
As Artuso studied how to help Favide with the wound, Zong Shen was observing him.
When Zong Shen narrowed his eyes, nothing escaped the data capture.
Artuso’s various attributes were quite average.
However, he mastered several intermediate techniques.
[Intermediate Surgical Techniques], [Intermediate Suturing Skill], [Intermediate Pharmaceutical Science].
These three techniques, especially that in pharmaceutical science, were quite valuable.
He remembered when Evans made the Soul-Calming Potion Soup, he only invited a few pharmaceutical apprentices.
In any case, this guy was surely considered a talent among the indigenous people.
Zong Shen quietly noted Artuso’s situation in his mind.
Artuso naturally didn’t know he had been recorded in someone’s notebook.
He already had a clear plan to handle the wound.
He stood up, waved to the steward beside him.
Asked to borrow the castle’s repair tools.
To deal with the wound, the triangular spike tips of the fish spear must be cut off first.
The castle had many tools, including a handsaw.
The handsaw was roughly made here.
Each tooth was quite thick.
"Lord Zong, I’ll need your assistance..."
Artuso grabbed the handsaw, deciding to enlist Zong Shen for help.
Upon hearing his words, Zong Shen didn’t hesitate; he nodded and walked to his side.
"Hold onto these two triangular tips with the saw."
Zong Shen took the saw, immediately understanding his intention.
The fish spear’s spike penetrated the shoulder about twenty centimeters.
This spacing barely allowed for hand gripping, ensuring stability against any shake.
Especially when using the saw.
Favide might endure some discomfort.
This step was inevitable, and Zong Shen was the best choice to execute it.
His strength was formidable, giving him better control.
This ensured swift cutting of the triangular tip while keeping the rear part of the fish spear steady.
Zong Shen was decisive and had no objections.
He grabbed the handsaw, bent over, and whispered into Favide’s ear.
"It might hurt a bit next."
"Bear with it."
Favide straightened his expression and nodded slowly.
"Rest assured, milord."
"Favide will not disgrace you."
His answer surprised Zong Shen.
As a mage, Favide was secretly enduring.
The warriors of the territory were also secretly competing.
"Very well."
Zong Shen nodded, saying no more.
He approached Favide, extended a hand, grabbed the blood-soaked spine, and started cutting with the saw.
The hand saw was inferior to those electric tools on Earth.
Even though Zong Shen tried his best to be careful, Favide’s wound was inevitably touched.
The fish spear slightly wobbled.
This showcased the advantage of strong strength.
Zong Shen firmly grasped the rear part of the fish spear’s spine.
In less than a minute, he sawed off the two triangular tips.
"Phew!"
Afterward, Zong Shen let out a heavy breath of stale air.
Favide endured the pain silently, gritting his teeth.
"Mr. Artuso, what’s next?"
Zong Shen handed the saw back to the steward.
His hand that held the spine was covered with bright red blood.
The earlier cutting caused the wound to shake, releasing fresh blood.
Upon seeing Zong Shen’s efficient handling, Artuso revealed a pleased smile.
"Pull it out!"
"Slowly pull it out!"
Artuso’s response left Zong Shen surprised again.
"Just pull it out directly?"
Afraid of hearing wrong, he had to confirm again.
Artuso remained silent, simply nodding with a smile.
Goodness, Zong Shen thought he would have other surgical techniques!
Unexpectedly, it was simply and brutally pulled out.
However, he got it right.
Without the triangular tips, it could be pulled out without worry.
Zong Shen didn’t dally either; he needed to treat Favide’s wound swiftly and return to the territory.
He squatted in front of Favide, aligning his body with his shoulder.
