After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 564

Less than an hour later, the doctors came with various plants to place on their wounds.

"About time!" Rip yelled, spraying saliva all over their faces. "I thought you wanted us to eat first before you arrived!" He said with a grin, looking at the shivering nurses with amusement

"Sorry, it took time because there’s a war going on, after all," he said, heading towards the small preparation area in the clinic. "Let us prepare the medicine for a bit, please."

"Fine. Hurry up!" He yelled and he watched the doctor and the nurses proceed to prepare, refusing help from the others.

No one thought this was odd. After all, the preparation area was only so big to fit a few men. Another thing they didn’t note was that the doctors seemed to have some makeshift cloth over their hands as if to serve as gloves.

After a while, the group of them came out with a medicine in their hands, using small wooden bowls and flat sticks sold at a high price by the local carpentry shop (owned by Fargo, of course).

The doctor and nurses went ahead to the fifty or so guards occupying their clinic, adding the paste to their wounds. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

"AH! It stings!" Patient #1 yelled, punching a big nurse. He was naturally imbalanced but he desperately turned so the small medicine container would not spill.

At this, the other guards looked badly at him, as if it was his fault.

"Don’t spill the medicine!" Patient #2 yelled, before glaring at the guard who kicked. "Are you an idiot?"

"But it stings!"

"Sissy!"

"Pussy!" Another one yelled.

This made Patient #1 very annoyed. "You do it, then!"

Patient #2’s eyes twitched but he kept his expression. Raffy headed and applied it on him immediately, and the man immediately flinched.

"HISSSSS—"

However, even if the application stung like hell, the men had to keep it in lest they be mocked. Seeing their enduring red faces satisfied the nurses very much, rewarding them with a bit more of the paste.

"DAMN!"

Raffy was more experienced now and could avoid most hits, while the rest held it in lest they be mocked as well.

Rip was also hissing at this time, gritting his teeth as he endured the intense sting. It was very much like dousing alcohol straight to an open wound, but worse.

Volohov himself was applying it to him. At some point, The doctor looked at him appearing conflicted.

"What is it?" Rip asked with gritted teeth, red eyes ready to rip out throats if triggered.

"I… I actually have some anesthesia-like solution, but I only have a few drops."

"Add it to me!"

"Yes!" he said, taking out a small vial from his space and adding it to the bowl. He mixed it well until it was completely integrated into the paste.

Volohov shakily applied the rest to the wounds, and Rip immediately felt the difference.