"You'll be fine! You'll be fine!" Kailar's face was covered in blood, even his hair was matted with thick clots, but this was not the time to worry about such things.
The casualties caused by a mere three hundred cavalrymen were unimaginable; they completely broke Kailar's formation, then split into small teams to slaughter.
To maintain high-speed mobility, these knights often delivered a single blow and then swung their longswords for the next kill.
This blow might not be fatal, but the pain it caused was far greater than the pain of being cut to death; this is what is known in medical terms as: residual pain.
Divided into small teams, they maximized the slaughter and spread chaos, resulting in at least over a thousand seriously wounded, not only from being trampled and having broken bones, being knocked down by horses, stab wounds from knight lances, and cuts from knight swords, etc.
So the wounds Kailar needed to treat… were many!
His disciples, the medical team, finally arrived at Kailar's location.
Without even raising his head, Kailar assigned tasks: "Belle, you will divide into teams of six, then two people per group will begin rescuing our soldiers.
Remember what I usually teach you: maintain a calm mind, now go.
Belle, Emily, you two stay here and help me."
Kailar, of course, knew what would happen when these medical beginners, who had never seen blood before, faced a battlefield filled with screams, intestines, internal organs, severed limbs, and flowing blood—a living hell.
But he no longer had time to give them psychological counseling; every time he sped up now, he could save one more person, and saving even one more was crucial!
Belle and Emily were both around twenty years old; as doctors, they were not yet qualified, but as assistants and nurses, they were more than capable.
Moreover, both of their relatives had been killed by enemies in Ira, and having witnessed tragedies before, their psychological condition was clearly better than that of ordinary students.
"Needle!" Kailar's magic power was less than half.
At this moment, he wouldn't even frown when using healing magic on severely wounded individuals with large abdominal gashes and protruding intestines and organs.
He would only use magic for internal injuries that were difficult to heal or fatal, instantly deadly wounds.
Taking the needle threaded with fish gut, Kailar pressed down on the person's body and then inserted the needle into the skin tissue of the wound.
For this type of wound, Kailar continuously pressed gauze onto it to slow the bleeding, then carefully stitched the wound with the fish gut-threaded needle.
Fish gut does not require removal; it will remain there and integrate with the skin.
In this world, where medical care is scarce and basic materials are lacking, fish gut is the best suturing material.
Of course, one downside of fish gut is that if it fuses with the skin, it will form a large scar.
For soldiers, saving their lives is more important than anything else; how does that saying go: scars are a man's proof, so it's perfectly fine!
After fixing the large wound on this guy's belly, Kailar patted his head, offered a reassuring smile, and then quickly moved to the next wounded soldier.
As he walked, Kailar loudly called out: "Stretchers! Stretchers! Register and commandeer all ox carts and horse-drawn carriages in the city! Immediately carry all treated wounded soldiers to the plaza!"
The other uninjured warriors all headed towards the city; these were their comrades, and seeing their comrades wailing in pain made their hearts ache as if being gripped and lifted.
Many looked up, gratefully glancing at the white figure kneeling before a wounded soldier—that was their Lord, their Master, their Sage.
Perhaps the Sage, always high above like a noble, also feigned approachability like those great nobles... but they were certain that the Sage was absolutely not as callous as those great nobles.
Following this Sage, who was willing to dirty his cherished white robe to save them... was their honor.
The efficiency was high; these were their comrades! Their companions who fought side by side!
There are four unbreakable bonds in life: having fought in a war, having been classmates, having visited brothels, and having shared loot.
Having fought in a war, as the first unbreakable bond, they were already closer than blood brothers!
Speed meant efficiency, and soon all the ox carts and horse-drawn carriages were brought over.
Many soldiers who had been stitched up and couldn't move much were lifted onto stretchers and then loaded onto the carriages.
The entire Red Leaf Ridge resembled a giant anthill; from the sky, it looked as if countless worker ants were moving back and forth, transporting, of course, not food, but their comrades, their brothers!
"Over there, don't press on the blood vessel with your hand! You'll just squeeze the blood out! Didn't you listen when I taught you! Tie it with a strip of cloth!" Kailar, while treating, sharply noticed the disciple of a soldier in the group not far from him and shouted loudly.
The soldier's thigh had been pierced by a knight's lance.
After pulling out the lance, the little girl was initially at a loss about the injured area on the thigh, then tried to press on the blood vessel with her hand, but due to the large artery, the bleeding only increased… The two girls were on the verge of tears.
Hearing Kailar's words, the two girls immediately found their anchor; one tore a long piece of cloth and began to tie it, while the other started to press on the wound.
Although blood still flowed, it no longer gushed like a fountain.
The blood slowly stopped… but the pale-faced warrior's breathing gradually weakened.
Died from excessive blood loss… Cause of death: beginner's error.
Lowering his head gently, Kailar had no intention of taking responsibility for anyone, nor did he intend to save him.
Learn to take responsibility for life, girls.
When you no longer view the lives in your hands as important, but rather as works of art, you will become masters… or murderers.
The rescue operation proceeded in an orderly manner; over five hundred were seriously wounded, and over two hundred died… more than half of whom died due to beginners' mistakes.
The students looked as if they had lost their souls; the desperate cries of the fallen were so piercing.
They walked out of the city and back to the manor, swaying like defeated soldiers.
Even when eating, they felt nothing, merely eating mechanically.
Numbness.
"Alright, girls." Kailar returned after lunch and, seeing their numbness, suddenly felt it necessary to do what a teacher should: "Cheer up, we only saved five hundred people, and many soldiers will still suffer from fever, inflammation, and a series of other traumas… Are you just going to abandon them? We are doctors! Doctors who save lives and give people new life! In this state, do you want to continue being like executioners with a license to kill without breaking the law?!"
Kailar's voice was like a resounding bell, shaking their souls.