Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 202 5. Doctor Merlin III

Young people are full of energy, and their physical condition is generally in the best period of life, so they seldom suffer from insomnia, no matter how tired they are, after a deep sleep, they will become alive again.

Three hours later, Lincoln awoke from his deep sleep.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his arms freely, and stretched his body.

It was as if I was still in my medical school dorm in Cincinnati.But the next moment, before Lincoln opened his eyes, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

It was a mild fragrance, like sandalwood.

Well, it should be some kind of incense with a calming effect.

But in the dormitory, how could there be the smell of incense?

With this question in mind, Lincoln opened his eyes.What caught my eye was not the white and bright roof of my dormitory, but a wooden, old ceiling.

A faint ray of light was shining through the window beside the bed into the small room. Lincoln sat up suspiciously. He looked at the strange furnishings around him and began to try hard to recall what happened before he fell asleep.

And the first scene he remembered was that weird Mr. Uri swinging his wrist with a red wooden stick.

That attitude is like... the legendary wizard.

"Damn it!"

Lincoln scratched his hair vigorously.

He thought maybe he wasn't awake yet, maybe it was all just a bizarre nightmare.

He lay back on the bed and tried his best to wake himself up. Maybe the next time he opened his eyes, he would find that he was still in Cincinnati, and he was still an ordinary medical student who was at risk of being expelled from school and had a bad habit of drinking.

A few seconds later, Lincoln, who felt much more awake, opened his eyes again.

What catches the eye is the old ceiling and the annoying smell of incense.

The cold reality let him down.

All that is true.

That terrifying guy who can travel through space and has no eyes on his face was taken to Afghanistan on the other side of the world, and encountered terrorist attacks and gun battles. He almost lost his life, but was rescued by a suspected wizard.

All this happened so suddenly.

To be honest, Lincoln himself didn't believe it was true...

"If you wake up, get out."

Merlin's voice came through the door, with a trace of anxiety in his voice:

"I need your help."

Lincoln froze for a moment, and a few minutes later, holding a table knife he found in the room, he walked out of the room cautiously.

As a result, he saw that in the closed small bar in front of him, on the table that was put together, there was a soldier covered in blood lying on the table, and the mysterious Yuri was standing beside the soldier, with his hands covered with blood. There are bloody medical gloves, and there are some surgical supplies beside them, as well as several bullets that have been taken out and covered in blood.

"You said you were a medical student?"

Merlin didn't look back, he didn't care about the knife in Lincoln's hand at all.

If the young man wants to hurt him, he should at least have an electric shock device that can release a deadly electric current in his hand, or he should simply hold a small missile in his arms.

"Uh, I am."

Lincoln looked at Merlin's back, his hand holding the table knife was covered with sweat.

He realized that if the Mr. Yuri in front of him was really a wizard, then this knife would not be able to protect him at all. Faced with the current situation, the most sensible thing for him to do now is...he will do whatever Yuri says. What.

"Then do you have surgery experience?"

Merlin asked again.

Lincoln put down the knife, wiped the sweat from his hands, and replied softly:

"Before I was sent to Afghanistan, I was an intern at Cincinnati Metropolitan Hospital, and I mean, I had surgical experience. And for a medical student, I had a lot of surgical experience."

"That's good, come here!"

Merlin waved his hand, and Lincoln hesitated.

He walked forward quickly and stood beside Merlin, only to see the unconscious and seriously injured soldier placed on the table in front of Merlin.

This is not a native, he is a white man, with a strong build, the facial contours belong to the tough type, his hair is shaved short, and he gives the impression of being shrewd and capable at first glance.

But now, this face is covered with blood, and it looks like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Who is he?"

Lincoln asked:

"Did you save it?"

"I don't know his name."

Merlin replied somewhat discouraged:

"I found him on the battlefield, and he was the only living person on the spot. This guy's vitality is very tenacious, and his will is also very tenacious. I think that a person like him should not just die like this... But the problem is, relying on With my surgical experience, there is no way to save him."

"I removed the bullet, cleaned and stitched the wound, but he still shows no signs of improvement."

Merlin sighed, feeling a rare setback, and said to Lincoln:

"Before I became an agent and a wizard, my ideal was to be a doctor, just like you in the future. But now it seems that I am not a good surgeon, which is a pity."

He took off his bloody gloves, patted Lincoln on the shoulder, and said:

"The next thing is up to you, try to save him. But if he really dies, it doesn't matter."

Lincoln was silent for a moment, he did not tell Merlin the truth that he was about to be expelled from school because of alcoholism.Looking at the patient in front of him, he took a deep breath and began to put on medical gloves.

Merlin watched as Lincoln examined the soldier's injuries in a very professional manner. He was like an intern watching a doctor perform an operation, not letting go of any learning details.

As he himself said, if he had had a choice, he would not have become an agent or a wizard, he would have chosen to become a doctor.

Times have changed and fate has changed course, but Merlin feels that at least he can keep his original ideal.

He could try to become a doctor.

"Your stitching skills are good."

After a few minutes, Lincoln put down his stethoscope and said to Merlin:

"But you made a mistake. A penetrating wound like this can't just be sutured. Although the bullet didn't penetrate his vital organs, the extreme pain and the surge of adrenaline during the battle made him appear loss of strength and a host of complications."

Lincoln touched the soldier's forehead and said to Merlin:

"Bacteria from the bullet remained in his wound, and his body was trying to fight it off, but it couldn't... The human immune system is actually very fragile. But he didn't want to die, and his body was still trying to revive it. He, so the white blood cells surged, he had a fever, and then his whole body became inflamed."

"It's strange to say."

Lincoln frowned, while preparing for another operation, while looking at the soldier in front of him, he said:

"Judging from his injury and the degree of his inflammation, he shouldn't be able to survive for so long. He should have died a few hours ago."

"Oh, this one."

While taking notes, Merlin said without raising his head:

"I cast a healing spell on him every 20 minutes. I thought, if my medical skills can't save him, then at least I can use magic to save him. However, I obviously thought the problem too simply, Healing spells are not omnipotent, of course, I am not good at healing magic either."

"Healing spell?"

Lincoln looked at Merlin in surprise:

"Are you really a wizard?"

"Is that weird?"

Merlin looked at Lincoln, and he said calmly:

"Back in '95, you should have known about the aliens attacking the earth, although it was only a rumor, but many people saw it with their own eyes...I mean, if aliens and mutants exist, then wizards exist , what is there to be surprised about?"

"No, it's not, I mean..."

Lincoln frowned and said:

"Is it really okay for you to tell me this so bluntly? Are you not afraid that I will talk nonsense?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

Merlin was sitting on a chair beside him. He bought himself a glass of wine, and said calmly and slowly:

"Anyway, after the operation is over, your memory will be washed out."

"You won't remember me, you won't remember the surgery, you won't remember the shootouts and bombings, you won't even remember Afghanistan. I mean, I could even send you straight back to Cincinnati if you paid for the plane ticket. .. You won't even dream about this memory when you dream in the future."

He looked at Lincoln, and he shrugged:

"Wizards have been able to remain mysterious for thousands of years, not only because of stealth. Now, let's start the operation, Lincoln, I still want to learn something from you, don't let me down."

Under Merlin's urging, Lincoln took a deep breath, and he tried his best not to be affected by these weird things.

In front of him was a patient who was waiting to be rescued. His choice to become a doctor meant that his conscience did not allow him to give up the chance to save the seriously injured.

But this operation was unexpectedly long and difficult.

This difficulty does not originate from the outside.

He needed light, so Merlin threw four light spells to form a magic version of the shadowless lamp.

He needed medicines, so Merlin took out all kinds of medicines from the magic pocket, even some special medicines that were not available in the market, and Merlin had sufficient reserves.

Even in a critical moment, when he needed to use an electric shock to wake up the soldier's stopped beating heart, Merlin could use the arc shaped by magic to complete the electric shock process.

This mysterious wizard is almost the most perfect surgical assistant.

But for Lincoln, the trainee surgeon, the real difficulty of the operation was that he had to maintain concentration while dealing with Merlin's constant stream of questions about his surgical technique.

It's like a teacher dealing with a student who is overly curious.

But he couldn't scold Merlin yet, because the other party completely controlled the situation, and his strength was much stronger than Lincoln's.

"ended..."

Lincoln sewed up the last wound on the soldier's abdomen with fairly exquisite skills.

He let out a long breath, reached out and took off his gloves and mask.He took the handkerchief from Merlin, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the glass from the latter, and drank the wine with ice cubes in it.

The moment the alcohol entered his throat, he let out a moan of comfort.

This is the deepest desire of an alcoholic.

"Continued Cup."

He said to Merlin:

"Actually, you have a lot of theoretical experience, Yuri..."

"My name is Merlin."

Merlin poured Lincoln a glass of wine, and he said to the young man:

"Yuri, that's just a disguise. In our business, you have to have a lot of disguises."

"Okay, Merlin."

He sat opposite Merlin, and Lincoln's tense spirit became soothed by the comfort of the wine. He said to Merlin:

"You can take the exam and go to medical school by yourself. You can even perform some simple surgical operations by yourself, which proves your talent, Merlin, and you will become a very good doctor. I'm not flattering you, You are really suited for this job."

"Oh, are you trying to persuade me to change my life plan?"

Merlin looked at Lincoln with a slightly dark smile, and said softly:

"To be honest, I really don't like my current life very much. But the problem is, you know? Lincoln, many times, you have no choice...So, doctors are destined to only become one of my interests, and Couldn't be my life itself."

"Yes, many times, we have no choice."

Lincoln seemed quite touched at this moment. He looked at the wine in the glass, raised his head, and drank the wine in one gulp.

That boozy gesture made Merlin blink his eyes.

A doctor should not indulge himself like this.Alcohol can make doctors' hands tremble, making them unable to control their movements well, which is a fatal flaw for precise surgeons.

"My story has been told enough."

Merlin put down the wine glass, leaned back on the chair, and pulled out the dark red wand Lola with his left hand. At the top of the wand, there was a magical light that Lincoln couldn't see.

The Oblivion Curse is ready to go.

Merlin looked at the young man in front of him. He tapped his wand on his other hand and said:

"Before I end this unbearable memory of yours, is there anything you want to tell me? I mean, those secrets you hide, you will forget them anyway, so why not just tell me."

"I am, for any secret..."

"They're actually quite interesting."

(End of this chapter)