Claude was still recuperating on the sickbed. It had been more than a week and his complexion looked much better.
He could lift his head slightly to drink medicine and eat. He could even move his right hand a little. However, his left foot, left hand and waist were all wrapped in plaster and splints. If one didn't look at his face, he would indeed look like a mummy.
Perunt said that it would take a hundred days for bones and tendons to recover, so he had to stay in bed for the next two months. He could at least move his mouth a little.
He also learned about what happened to Fitney from Berklin. Berklin's injuries were the lightest among the four nobles. He was elbowed on the right side of his face by Fitney, knocking out two of his teeth and cracking his facial bones. He clutched his face and rolled on the ground in pain. His body, on the other hand, didn't suffer any other injuries.
However, half of his face was swollen and he couldn't chew. Just like Claude, he had to eat some medicinal porridge to stave off his hunger.
Aboyev's internal organs had been displaced and bled badly. As his constitution wasn't as good as Claude's, his recovery was rather slow and he was bedridden just like Claude.
Moriad was the first to be ambushed by Fitney. His left rib was broken and his nose was crushed by Fitney's knee. Even though he wasn't in any critical condition, he was still wearing a large bandage that made it look like a mask. He could only breathe through his mouth.
Dyavid's injuries were the heaviest. He was used as a punching bag by Fitney and was knocked unconscious on the spot.
But the most serious injury was the throw at the end. He was smashed into the hard, cold ground like a sack and suffered multiple fractures all over his body. He was tied up like a mummy just like Claude.
Perunt believed that Fitney really went all out. The reason he said he was a little too heavy-handed didn't seem to make sense given the extent of their injuries.
But be it Claude or the four nobles, none of them were as attention-grabbing as Fitney's. It wasn't just in Fukby Hill that the news spread like wildfire throughout Bluefeather. It became a hot topic among the soldiers of Bluefeather.
What was closer to the truth was that Claude's final kick broke Fitney's manhood. Since it couldn't be reconnected, the medic had no choice but to cut it off.
The most exaggerated version was that Claude's kick had turned Fitney from a man to a woman and even had a sex change effect.
When medic Bell came over to help Claude pee, he said that he heard Fitney's cries from the infirmary that day. It was so pitiful that it left a deep impression on him, causing him to have nightmares for the next few nights.
When Perunt heard that, he said that something must have happened in the camp and that they had to prepare for emergency treatment. Fitney and the rest were then sent to the infirmary.
"I was the one who undid Fitney's pants," Bell said.
He said that when he first saw the wound, he didn't think it was serious. It was just a bloody mess with a rough outline.
But he didn't think that it would swell up to this extent after two days. Bell made a hand gesture the size of a basketball. It was black and shiny with veins bulging all over it. It looked rather disgusting.
Fitney, who was in so much pain that he didn't want to die, didn't even manage to pass a single drop of urine for two whole days.
He begged for a dagger to end his own life. The pain was unbearable and he couldn't eat or sleep. It was so painful that he couldn't even close his eyes.
In the end, Perunt gave him a tube of anesthetic to knock him out and used a reed tube to help him excrete.
"Guess what happened?" Bell described it vividly. "When the reed tube was inserted, all that came out was pus and urine. It was stinky and smelly.
"I thought it would be better after I excreted it, but the next day, it swelled up again and the same pus and urine came out with the reed tube again.
That was why Doctor Perunt said that Sergeant Fitney's penis was no longer useful. Both of his balls were broken and inflamed. If it was not removed, it would be life-threatening. That was why he performed the surgery yesterday afternoon to remove it.
As for Bell, he only told it to Claude as an anecdote. After all, it was Claude's doing.
However, Claude felt a chill run down his spine when he heard that. The kick he kicked off Fitney's penis before he fainted was more or less the greatest humiliation of a man's life. It was an irreconcilable grudge.
It was obvious that when Fitney recovered, he wouldn't rest until he was dead. Even if Claude was the one who suffered the same fate, he would definitely take revenge, no matter the cost.
Claude feigned nonchalance and asked Bell about Fitney's condition.
What else could he do? He was still lying on the bed.
Bell, the medic, didn't think too much about it. He told Claude that when Fitney woke up, he realized that he didn't have a man anymore. He laid on the bed like a dead man and did whatever he was told to do.
Perunt, who had been keeping an eye on him and thought that he would try to kill himself when he woke up, breathed a sigh of relief. That was what he was worried about the most. Fitney wouldn't cooperate with the treatment and wouldn't be able to heal the wound.
Perunt said that Fitney would have to stay in bed for at least 20 days to heal. It was his first time performing such an operation, so the wound was rather large.
He also had to make a urethral tube for Fitney to prevent the urine from getting infected. Fitney was bound to the bed and Perunt was worried that any movement he made would cause the wound to bleed again.
Being bound to the bed and unable to move?
Claude couldn't help but feel delighted when he heard the news from Bell. It seemed that this was the best time to get rid of Fitney. It wouldn't be that easy to kill Fitney after his wound healed.
Claude had already experienced Fitney's skills and didn't want to get hurt again. The thought of Fitney's relentless revenge in the future made him decide to take Fitney's life while he was still alive.
However, Claude himself was tied up like a mummy and couldn't move. Even if he wanted to get rid of Fitney right now, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Claude would need at least two to three months to fully recover. According to Bell, Fitney would only need a month and a half at most, which was less than half the amount of time Claude would need.
Alright, Claude wouldn't be able to deal with Fitney himself now. He had to worry about whether Fitney would come for revenge while he was still bedridden. If that happened, he would be a fish waiting to be slaughtered.
Left with no choice, Claude could only turn his attention to Berklin. The fellow only had a facial injury and was still alive and kicking.
He had been following Bell around the infirmary for the past two days and would often go to the wooden huts whenever he had time. He should know which hut Fitney was in.
However, he couldn't think of a way to convince Berklin to do it. Nor could he think of a way that wouldn't raise any suspicions.
They were in the infirmary of the camp and Perunt was observant. As long as Fitney didn't die from a natural injury, he would be able to find out soon enough.
In order to avoid Fitney's revenge in the future, Claude had to make the first move to gain the upper hand. Losing Berklin's life and future in the military was something Claude didn't want to see.
Claude couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. He sighed and stared at the dark wooden ceiling.
Berklin, who was in the same room as him, noticed Claude's abnormality and crawled to his side to ask what was wrong.
Claude said that after hearing about what happened to Fitney from Bell, he felt that he might have been a little too heavy-handed. However, he couldn't blame himself for that. Claude was only able to retaliate instinctively after he woke up from the intense pain.
Fitney, on the other hand, was stepping on Claude's left calf while talking to the other soldiers. Caught off guard, he was struck by Claude and lost his manhood.
Serves him right!
Berklin retorted after hearing Claude's sigh. Even though he was quite happy that Fitney was no longer a symbol of a man, it didn't extinguish the hatred he felt for Fitney.
He had been running around the infirmary for the past two days, trying to find a chance to inflict a few more blows on Fitney and make him feel even more pain.
No one could hurt them without suffering retaliation. This was the reason why the four of them bullied hooligans in the suburbs outside the East Gate of the Royal City. Everyone knew that the four of them would seek revenge for the smallest grievance, and those who offended them would pester them endlessly. It was also because they were backed by aristocratic families that the four of them could not be ruthless. That was why the four of them were able to mingle in that area until their families sent them here …
Have you found the ward where Sergeant Fitney is recuperating?
He didn't think that Berklin would want to take revenge on Fitney as well. Even though their goals were different, Claude was more than willing to see Fitney suffer a little and prolong his treatment.
"It's no use. I found it, but I can't get in," Berklin said dejectedly.
Berklin said dejectedly, "The military police have taken over the infirmary's security. The wooden hut where Sergeant Fitney is recuperating faces the sentry post. Other than Doctor Perunt and a medic called Beck, no one else is allowed in. Not even Bell …"
"You've never tried the window?
Climb in from the back? "asked Claude.
Berklin smiled bitterly. "I've tried, but it didn't work. There's a sentry post in front of the hut and the dormitory of the military police is at the back. There are people there day and night. There's no way I can climb in without being noticed.
Do you know where the ward is? It's not with the ones here. It's on the other side of Perunt and the medic's dormitory. There's even a metal fence around it. "
Alright, Claude gave up completely. There was no way he could make a move on Fitney in such a situation. Even if he recovered, he wouldn't be able to sneak into the wooden hut without being noticed, let alone someone else.
He felt that it was a little strange. Why would Fitney's ward be in such a heavily guarded place? Was there something about him that was worth the attention of the army?
"By the way, Boss, a colonel came to see you last night," Berklin said, "You happened to fall asleep after taking your medicine."
"A colonel?" I don't know any colonel. "How do you know he's a colonel?"
"Epaulets. My grandfather was also a colonel back then, and we still have his epaulets at home. There are three silver crescent moons on it, exactly the same as the epaulets of the colonel who came yesterday afternoon," Berklin recalled. "I was so stunned that I couldn't even speak.
The Colonel was very amiable. He and Dr. Perunt entered the room and greeted me. Then he stood by your bed and asked Dr. Perunt about your condition. After saying a few words, he left, bidding me farewell before he left.
I don't even know how I answered him back then. "
It seemed that the colonel was sent by the corps to deal with the training incident.
According to medic Bell, the incident had spread far and wide. Basically, the entire Bluefeather Legion knew about it.
It had such a huge impact that the entire corps was forced to enforce discipline and forbid the old soldiers from bullying the new recruits, especially since Bluefeather was in the midst of recruitment. Thousands of new recruits entered every month.