Lulunaka rested her chin on her hand and glanced at the three men.
Her gaze was not reserved, and she did not have the slightest intention of hiding it. It directly fell on the three of them, as if she was looking at something interesting.
Tuis felt a little uncomfortable under Lulunaka's gaze, but he didn't know what to say.
In fact, he didn't mind being stared at by a little girl. In his many years of military life, every time he returned to the King's Castle in triumph, there would always be countless flowers and cheers surrounding them.
The admiring gazes of the young girls and the shy and bold gazes of the unmarried and married women were like flowers falling on the victors.
Tuis could accept the bold gazes, but he couldn't remain calm under Lulunaka's gaze.
Perhaps it was because his mentality had changed, or maybe it was because Lulunaka was a little strange, so he felt a little uncomfortable.
Tuis couldn't figure out the reason.
Or maybe he knew, but he didn't want to admit it.
There was no more victory or triumph. There was only betrayal, defeat, and death. He was no longer a victor. He was a shameful loser.
Perhaps it was because of his mentality that he couldn't accept Lulunaka's gaze.
Tuis felt uncomfortable and asked Lulunaka, "Is there anything interesting on my face?"
"No, there's only solidified mud," Lulunaka shook her head and replied, "You look like you rolled in mud.
But there's no place for you to take care of yourself. Besides, I don't think you're in the mood for that. "
That was indeed the case. If Tuis had the time to clean himself, he wouldn't do such a thing.
He would continue to run south until he couldn't run anymore.
Just like now.
"But that's not what I'm concerned about."
Lulunaka pointed at Tuis' left arm. "Your left arm seems to be injured. Maybe I can take a look at it?"
Tuis looked at his left arm.
His entire left arm was hanging down. Compared to his right arm, it looked a little unnatural.
His left arm had been injured for several days because of an arrow that had injured his tendons and bones.
Fortunately, the arrowhead went through his arm and did not stay in his arm. This made it easier for him to pull out the arrow. In fact, it was not that easy, but it was relatively easy.
After breaking the tail of the arrow, the pain of seeing the body of the arrow being pulled out of his arm was very clear, intense, and unforgettable.
The rough wood of the arrow made pulling it out especially painful.
In the end, Tuis plucked up his courage and pulled the arrow out. Fortunately, there were no fragments of the arrow shaft left in his flesh.
After pulling out the arrow, Tuis' courage seemed to have run out.
That was why he didn't put up much of a fight and escaped from the battle, just like many others.
After that, although he did some simple treatment on the wound, it was limited to that.
He could only ensure that the wound would not become infected and make it difficult for him to even walk. However, if he wanted his left arm to recover to its original state, there was no doubt that he would need a doctor or pharmacist.
"Can you help me treat my wound?
But you're an alchemist, not a doctor or pharmacist. "Tuis' tone sounded a little doubtful.
If someone could treat his wound, he would be more than happy to do so.
Although he could still move his left arm, he could not exert any strength. In any case, if he left it untreated, it would be fatal and would have repercussions.
But could Lulunaka really treat his wound?
A newbie alchemist who had just started working and didn't seem to have any experience and skills?
"You're worried that I won't be able to do it well."
Lulunaka could see Tuis' concern. "You can rest assured about that. Alchemists like us who wander the mountains can be considered half pharmacists.
I don't know how the craftsmen in the city, or the students in the academy, who have rich theories, are like, but for alchemists like my grandmother, of course, including me, if we want to understand the characteristics of all the materials we can get, we must try to use them, and then understand their characteristics through success and failure … "
Lulunaka spread her hands apart and looked full of confidence. "Therefore, we alchemists know more than half of what pharmacists know and can be considered half of the same profession.
After understanding the medicinal properties of some materials, alchemists like me who wander the wilderness naturally learned some skills that only pharmacists and doctors have.
Since you can sit down and get along with us, you can choose to continue believing in me.
I think that with my abilities, even if I can't bring the dead back to life, I can still treat some injuries that aren't too serious. "
When Tuis was still hesitating, Lulunaka continued. It seemed like she was determined to convince him.
"With such an injured left hand, you can't even hold a weapon steadily. When you go on the road again, if something happens along the way, can you really protect yourself?"
Lulunaka's words touched Tuis' heart.
After the collapse of the army, he was actually quite lucky. He only took an arrow to his left arm and didn't suffer any injuries that would hinder his movement.
Most of the soldiers in his unit weren't as lucky as him. They either didn't manage to escape or died on the way.
Many of them fell to the ground, and there were more injuries on their backs than on their faces.
It was a shameful thing, but Tuis had no other choice. Even if he had the courage, he could only use it to escape.
He was only a squad leader and a soldier. He didn't have the ability to decide the fate of most people and the entire situation.
He was only a mortal.
The person who should have led everything, changed everything, and turned the tide had disappeared. And because of this, the collapse of the army happened.
Tuis knew that now wasn't the time to be sad. Everything had happened. He should look forward and stop thinking about the terrible things that had happened.
He had to return to the King's Castle. Only there was a safe place, and only there could calm his panicked heart.
His family was in the King's Castle. It was his home. He had to go back.
Tuis extended his left arm to Lulunaka. "Then I'm counting on you."
"Leave it to me. At least your arm can use some strength." Lulunaka smiled and began to treat the wound on Tuis' arm.
The wound on Tuis' arm was near the elbow joint and was wrapped by a few pieces of rags.
It happened to be a place where there was no armor to protect it. It was a place where skilled archers and warriors liked to aim. It could cause effective damage.
Tuis was indeed lucky. If the arrow had landed on his joints, it would have been a lot harder to treat. It was equivalent to having one of his hands crippled. Even if it was healed in the future, it might leave behind some sequelae.
Lulunaka had a waterskin filled with water and a clean piece of cloth beside her.
It seemed that she had been prepared for this for a long time. She had planned to treat Tuis' wounds in the first place. She only made this request after Tuis relaxed and their relationship became more harmonious.
"Very good. It's not infected." Lulunaka removed the rags from Tuis' arm and observed the wound.
Arrow wounds were not something interesting. Tuis' treatment was a little rough. The wound was ugly, but it was much better than those that were not treated in time.
Tuis looked at Lulunaka. She didn't seem to be disgusted by the wound. Instead, she seemed to be interested.
Her attitude was a bit unsettling, but at least Tuis was sure that she was capable of treating wounds. A person who was not afraid of bloody wounds had a natural advantage in this kind of thing.
As long as the person was not a sorcerer who liked Necromancy or a psychopath.