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date="2020-12-10"

title="57 "

weight="109510"

series = ["The Orc Captive Will Never Be Overthrown by the Elves"]

mode = "manual"

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When returned to the college, it was already evening, and the campus was quiet.

After only a few days of work, don't know why feel a long absence.

Roland led me to the infirmary and opened the door with the key.

Because school time has already passed, the doctors who are staying in the infirmary are of course off work.

I went straight to the cabinet where the medicines were placed, looking for a potion suitable for cleaning the wound and a bandage for dressing. However, after opening the cabinet, I discovered that the labels on the potion bottles placed in the cabinet were all handwritten in elves.

I picked up a bottle casually, ready to open it and smell it to see if it was a disinfectant.

"I advise you not to touch these drugs indiscriminately." Roland stopped me in time, "You can't read these professional wizard articles."

"What is this bottle?" I picked up the bottle and shook it at her.

"This..." She glanced at the label, with a malicious smile on her face, "It's from Mandela..."

"Huh?" I couldn't help but stare.

After a pause, she went on to say: "...Cough medicine made by Ye Zi, didn't you make it in potions class?"

"... Will you die if you don't stop talking in a strange place?"

Let me just say, how could there be such a shameless person in the college’s infirmary—

"Mandela's straw roots made it to the leftmost bottle in the bottom row." She said with a smile.

"It's really there!" I shouted subconsciously.

You shameless elves, what do you put that kind of thing in the infirmary?

"For wound healing, I recommend you try this bottle of medicine." She also walked to the medicine cabinet and took a bottle of medicine and handed it to me.

"what is this?"

"It is a growth agent that can quickly promote the healing of body tissues. It is particularly effective for external injuries. Skin injuries like yours can be cured immediately after drinking." Roland explained to me.

"There is such a good thing?" I was surprised, "Aren't you lying to me?"

"Of course it's true. What did I lie to you? This is a potion that I, as the chief mage of Saidian, developed by myself. I have done a lot of animal experiments and beheaded ineffective." She was proud of it. He had a plump breast.

"It doesn't taste strange, right?" I still doubt it.

There is no guarantee that the things Roland took the initiative to give me are correct.

"No, this is as colorless and tasteless as water, I can swear."

Since it is guaranteed for this purpose, it should be no problem... right.

"Then I will try it, just drink it."

"Well, such a bottle just finished drinking." Roland nodded.

I opened the cap of the bottle and poured the liquid in the bottle into my mouth. As she said, it has no taste like water.

But just when I was about to swallow...

"By the way, the side effect is that there is a half chance that an extra body part will grow on the body, such as an extra hand, ear, eye or something."

"Puff!" I sprayed out all the potion.

"Oh, it's a waste." Roland shook his head regretfully.

"Say this kind of thing earlier!" I yelled at her.

"Relax, even if it becomes like that, it will automatically recover after half a year."

"Even a fracture can be cured for such a long time! How dare you put this kind of thing in the infirmary for students to use?" I looked at her in disbelief.

"I won't use it for other students. I just used the medicine cabinet here to store the potion I studied. Take it out and use this kind of thing..." She paused for a moment, then suddenly turned her head away with a shy look. Touching his lips with the knuckles of his right hand, he continued quietly: "This kind of thing...I will only do this to you Brock, only you... are special..."

"Obviously you are treating me as a guinea pig, don't make it seem like you are saying something very touching, okay!" I vomited fiercely.

Roland giggled, seemingly satisfied with my reaction.

I sat down on the chair and sighed, "Please, give me the normal disinfectant."

It's really tiring to get along with this guy who likes to tease people.

Although it is not annoying.

Roland smiled and took out a bottle of medicine, bandages and gauze, and threw it at me.

I took them one by one, raised the medicine bottle and carefully looked at the medicine in the bottle.

"An, it's distilled liquor, just don't believe it." Roland smiled, "Don't drink it secretly."

I bit the cork with my mouth, and pushed my nose close to the mouth of the bottle to sniff.

It is indeed a distilled spirit, which can be used to disinfect wounds.

Just as I was about to pour the potion on the gauze, Roland walked up to me: "Need a helper?"

"Ah, no need, I'll do it myself, I'm quite skilled in this kind of thing."

Bandaging trauma is a basic lesson for soldiers.

What's more, if I want to bandage the wounds on my body, I must take off my shirt, or I hope she can avoid it.

...If someone broke in and saw it, there might be a misunderstanding.

"At least the wound on the back of the right shoulder should be helped by others. Isn't your left hand inconvenient?" she persuaded.

"Um..." I looked at my left hand with several bruises, and felt a little hesitant.

The right shoulder was severely bitten by the werewolf Angelica at the time. The wound at this position was difficult to clean up and bandage with the right hand. And my left hand, when I was subduing the werewolf, I took the initiative to put it into the werewolf’s mouth as a bait. Although the blessing that was wrapped in cloth was not directly bitten through by the teeth, it still left a considerable degree of bruises. Law to grasp things.

"Then... trouble you." I thought about it, and felt that there was indeed no need to care about unnecessary self-esteem and shame, so I grabbed these bandages and handed them to Roland.

However, Roland just smiled and didn't take it immediately.

"Huh?" I couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"I didn't say that I would help you, I just made a suggestion." She tilted her head, "Why? Feeling a little disappointed that there is no beautiful girl to bandage you?"

It turned out to be making me happy again.

"You..." I couldn't help sighing, preparing to withdraw my hand.

At this moment, she reached out coldly and snatched things from my hand: "To be honest, I actually want to help you bandage the wound, but..." She said, moving her gaze to my back." It’s not just me who wants to thank you."

I was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to look back.

"Please, please don't look back!" However, the voice of the girl behind me stopped my movement.

The trembling voice revealed her nervousness. It was a strange voice that I had never heard before.

The other party didn't know when he quietly walked out from behind the curtains of the infirmary bed and stood behind me, but I, who should have been sensitive to the sound of footsteps, didn't notice it at all—just the same as last time.

It's probably a talent of werewolves to be able to lighten the footsteps to this level like a beast.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I heard her speak...

"Then, I will trouble you with the rest." Roland smiled and threw the thing in his hand to the girl behind me, "Angelica classmate."

After speaking, she turned and left the infirmary and closed the door.