"You'll be fine! You'll be fine!" Kailar's face was covered in blood, even his hair matted with thick clots, but this was no time to worry about such things. The sheer destructive power of merely three hundred cavalrymen was 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 strike with their longswords before moving on to the next kill.
This strike 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: phantom pain.
Divided into small teams, they maximized the slaughter and spread chaos. At least a thousand people were severely wounded, not only from being trampled and having broken bones, or being knocked down by horses, but also from stabs by knight lances and slashes from knight swords.
So the wounds Kailar needed to treat… were many!
His disciples, the medical team, finally reached Kailar. Without looking up, Kailar assigned tasks: "Belle, you will divide into teams of six, then work in pairs to rescue our soldiers. Remember what I usually teach you: maintain a calm mind, now go. Belle, Emily, both of you stay here and help me."
Kailar knew, of course, 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 had no time to provide them with psychological counseling. Every time he sped up, he could save one more person. Saving one more was better than none!
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 magical power was less than half. Now, when encountering severely wounded individuals with large abdominal gashes and exposed intestines and organs, he wouldn't even frown before using healing magic. He would only use magic for difficult-to-heal internal injuries or instantly fatal 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 such wounds, Kailar continuously pressed gauze onto the wound to slow the bleeding, then carefully stitched the wound closed with the needle threaded with fish gut.
Fish gut doesn't need to be removed; it will integrate with the skin if left there. In this world, which lacks medicine, supplies, and basic materials, fish gut is the best suturing material. Of course, one downside of fish gut is that if it integrates with the skin, it will form a large scar.
For soldiers, staying alive is more important than anything else. How does that saying go: scars are proof of a man, so it's perfectly fine!
After dealing with the large wound on this man's belly, Kailar patted his head, offered a small smile to reassure him, and then quickly moved to the next casualty.
As he walked, Kailar loudly called out: "Stretchers! Stretchers! Register and requisition all oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages in the city! Immediately carry all treated wounded soldiers to the plaza!"
The other uninjured warriors all headed into the city. These were their comrades, and watching their comrades groan in pain felt like their hearts were being gripped and pulled. Many looked up gratefully at the white figure kneeling before a wounded soldier. That was their master, their lord, their sage. Perhaps the Sage Lord, who was always high above like a noble, also feigned approachability like those great nobles… but they were certain that the Sage Lord was absolutely not as callous as those great nobles. Following this Sage Lord, 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 in battle! There are four strong bonds in life: having carried a gun, having been classmates, having visited prostitutes, and having shared loot. Having carried a gun, as the first strong bond, they were already closer than blood brothers!
Speed was efficiency, and soon all the oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages were brought over. Many soldiers who had been stitched up and couldn't move around were lifted onto stretchers and then 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, they weren't transporting food; they were transporting their comrades, their brothers!
"Don't press the blood vessel with your hand over there! 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 a group of his soldier-disciples 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 wounded thigh. Then she tried to press the blood vessel with her hand, but due to the major artery, more and more blood flowed out… The two girls were on the verge of tears.
Hearing Kailar's words, the two girls immediately found their backbone. One tore open a long strip of cloth and began to bind it, while the other started to press the wound. Although blood was still flowing, it was no longer gushing like a fountain.
The bleeding slowly stopped… but the pale 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 merely important but as works of art, you will become masters… or murderers.
The rescue proceeded in an orderly fashion. Over five hundred were severely wounded, and over two hundred died… A large portion of these deaths were due to the mistakes of the novices.
The students were like lost souls. The piercing screams of the fallen were so jarring. They staggered out of the city and returned to the manor like defeated soldiers. Even when eating, they felt nothing, merely eating mechanically.
Numbness.
"Alright, girls." Kailar returned after lunch and looked at their numb faces, suddenly feeling it necessary to do what a teacher should: "Cheer up. We only saved five hundred people. Many soldiers will still develop fevers, infections, and a series of other traumas… Are you just going to abandon them? We are doctors! Doctors who save lives and give people a second chance! In this state, do you intend to continue like executioners, with a license to kill without consequence?!" Kailar's voice was like a resounding bell, shaking their souls.