The doctor Willow spoke of was soon brought up.
Thales carefully observed the strange man in front of him.
He should be in his fifties. He is almost bald, but his appearance is extremely prominent. A huge nose protrudes on his narrow face. His dark green eyes move flexibly. Coupled with an ugly smile, he looks weird and uncomfortable.
"You must be the new prince," said the strange-looking old man, who was wearing a yellow leather jacket, which was a little dirty from rubbing in the dungeon. He smelled of strange potion, and he laughed inexplicably and bowed slightly. : "My name is Ramon."
"It's a doctor."
Thales frowned.
He waved his hand and signaled Wyatt to close the door of the barracks left behind by the escorting soldiers.
"You know my identity?"
Ramon stretched his head forward strangely, and tapped it from time to time. With the smile that seemed to be frozen on his face, he looked like a juggler:
"Hey, news always spreads quickly, faster than you think...especially when the soldiers around you are talking about your name."
Putilai took a step forward and said slowly: "Very well, there is a person here who needs medical treatment. If you are a doctor..."
He looked at Jorah.
Ramon smiled strangely, and stretched his head to look in Jorah's direction.
"I can try it, but I can't guarantee it." He walked towards Jorah, but suddenly turned his head, his eyes protruding, and he stared at Thales strangely: "I heard, Your Highness, you want to go north to Exeter?"
Wyah and Rolf frowned.
Thales nodded.
This old man.
It's a little strange.
It's still a little weird.
But he is a doctor after all.
"Well," Ramon walked slowly to Jorah's side, seeming to be thinking deeply, "It's a good journey... Exeter."
The weird doctor carefully observed the slightly trembling,
Jorah with a pale face.
"Ah, a brave warrior...and a super-level swordsman with the power to end." Ramon raised Jorah's weak arm, his eyes flickering.
"I have a bad habit when swinging a sword..."
"I prefer slashing and fighting swords face to face..."
"The right upper arm and back muscles will probably start to hurt after the age of sixty..."
Under the surprised eyes of Wyah and Rolf, he slowly unwrapped Jorah's bandage.
"Cuts and lacerations, chest and back."
"I didn't deal with it immediately after the injury. I don't know if it's an emergency or I didn't realize it..."
"It's a good thing he endured it for so long..."
"This kind of wound, I can recognize it as a vampire's claw even if I close my eyes..."
Thales' expression turned serious.
This doctor.
It seems that there is some way?
"Moderate blood loss, weak body."
"The key is that the two wounds were not treated properly, and the festering is a bit much..."
"If we don't deal with it right away, I guess he can last a day? One night? Hehe..."
Ramon turned his head, clicked his tongue twice, looked at Thales, smiled and said nothing.
"What's the matter?" Puttilai asked slowly, "Can you save him?"
"hey-hey."
Ramon stared at Thales with a thoughtful look.
"The vast majority of doctors are probably helpless at this time."
Thales' face darkened.
"They can only rely on luck, and wait until the swordsman heals or dies." He took a deep breath and said slowly.
Everyone frowned slightly.
"Wait," Puttilai said silently, "You said, most of them?"
Ramon just laughed.
Thales raised his hand, motioning for Puttilai to ask questions.
The second prince looked at Ramon seriously, and asked, "You mean, you can save him?"
Ramon blinked his right eye, and his weird nose twitched:
"I didn't say that."
"But I can give it a try, a little potion, treat the wound, cut off the rotten flesh... As for the chance of successfully saving him..."
Puttilai beside Thales frowned.
Ramon smiled strangely again: "It depends on the reward, you know, the reward."
Thales raised his eyebrows.
"You will get the remuneration you deserve." Thales added without changing his expression: "Sufficient remuneration—guaranteed by the reputation of the royal family."
Anyway, it's not his money.
"Haha, you guys misunderstood." Ramon put down the dying Jorah, his eyes lit up:
"I only ask for one thing." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales carefully: "I'm fed up with the dungeons here..."
He tried his best to show a friendly smile, and said, "When His Royal Highness is going north to Exeter."
"Please take me with you."
There was a moment of silence in the barracks.
Thales looked at the ashen-faced Jorah on the bed, and lightly clenched his fists.
Take him away?
"You know I have no right to let you go," Thales suppressed the discomfort in his heart: "I am not the commander here."
Doctor Ramon bared his upper teeth and sneered slyly: "But your father...is the commander of the commander of the commander here, isn't he?"
"And you didn't let me go, but put me under your custody..."
"Ridiculous." Huai Ya snorted softly, "Are you negotiating terms with His Highness?"
"It's just a request." Ramon folded his hands and said with a smile, "If I can get it, I'm sure I'll do my best to diagnose and treat this seriously injured and dying gentleman?"
"No." Thales stared at him with an uneasy expression: "You not only want to negotiate terms, but you are also threatening me."
"Besides, don't save yourself...Are you really a doctor?"
"How dare you?" Ramon spread his hands, showing mottled and yellowed teeth: "I mean, even a doctor can only try his best to save him... If it fails, His Highness can throw me back into the dungeon , and even give me some trouble..."
"Of course, if he is lucky enough to be rescued by me... All you need is some kindness from you to bring me out of the dungeon..."
"And the one on the bed looks very painful..."
"Just take me for a ride..."
"You have a lot of requirements." Huai Ya stepped forward and said coldly.
"I'm just making a suggestion," Ramon said with a smile: "Whether you accept it or not, it's all up to Your Highness."
"What if I say no?" Thales said silently, "If I don't agree to release you from the dungeon, or take you away, will you refuse to treat him?"
Ramon chuckled: "Of course not..."
But the doctor's eyes flashed coldly.
"Hehe... But you know, my medical skills are actually very lucky..."
"Hehe... If it doesn't cure well, you can't blame me...hehe..."
"It's a pity that such a heroic soldier, alas... looks like he blocked it for the sake of his comrades..."
Puttilai's face changed.
"You are bargaining with the prince of the stars," he snorted, "This is disrespectful."
"How dare you," Ramon shook his head, "I just believe in the kindness and wisdom of His Highness the Prince."
Anger also welled up in Huai Ya's heart: "You know, we can also send you back to the dungeon."
"The ferryman can also send him across the Prison River." Ramon pointed to Jorah on the bed, spreading his hands cunningly.
Rolf looked at Ramon coldly.
Puttilai looked at Jorah who seemed to be struggling in a nightmare on the bed, and approached Thales' ear with an unswerving expression:
"Maybe we can promise him first..."
"As long as Lord Sutherley detains him at the last moment, you won't be breaking your promise..."
Thales pursed his lips tightly.
He raised his head and stopped Puttilai's whispering.
Thales looked at Ramon.
This is the only licensed doctor around the Broken Dragon Fortress?
"You know, I can actually promise you." He said silently.
Puttilai's face tightened.
"Thank you!" Ramon said with a chuckle, "This is just a matter of little effort for you, Your Highness. I think Lord Sutherley will respect you..."
But Ramon, who was laughing, was interrupted.
"But I just had a bad day, Mr. Ramon."
Thales exhaled with a bad expression.
He raised his head:
"And do you know why?"
The words that came to Ramon's mouth froze for a moment.
"Because I allowed a stranger to enter my mission... even if he is actually loyal," Thales took a deep breath, and under the worried eyes of Huai Ya and Putilei, he said slowly:
"But in the end, I lost more than half of my people—they all bled and sacrificed for me."
"It might even include this one, Jorah lying on the bed."
He said coldly:
"I don't like someone using this to bargain with me."
Ramon was slightly taken aback.
"Also, this lesson has taught me." Thales raised his head, and he heard himself say in a deep voice, "Always be vigilant enough for things you don't understand."
Ramon lowered his head, listening to Thales say word by word:
"For example, at the border where the two countries clashed, a doctor who was inexplicably locked up in the dungeon of the fortress, full of weirdness and doubts, asked to join my team and go to Exeter, which is more dangerous and has an uncertain future. "
Ramon frowned subconsciously.
This prince...
Thales continued: "The dungeon in Broken Dragon Fortress may be uncomfortable, but it is safer and more reliable than the tense border between the two countries, and my mission trip with an unknown future."
"But you asked, go north to Exeter."
"You didn't intend to leave the dungeon at all." Thales raised his head slightly and said calmly.
Ramon looked at the little prince in front of him with a strange expression.
he...
"I am willing to sacrifice my own safety and interests to provide medical services for the prince's team, and then continue the dangerous journey with him." Thales sat on the chair and crossed his hands:
"You must be a saint, Doctor Ramon," Thales shook his head, and said slowly, "If you're not..."
"You must have some ulterior purpose."
Ramon frowned.
Oops.
It seems that this little prince is not as easy to fool as he imagined.
"I just need to get out of here..." Ramon exhaled from his nose, raised his head and said, "And the war outside is too dangerous, I think the prince's mission may be safer..."
"Safe?" Thales looked at him coldly: "Even a three-year-old child knows that we are stained with the blood of King Nun, and then we are going to the country he ruled... safe?"
"Okay, okay, I don't expect the protection of His Royal Highness's guards anymore! You don't have to take me through the entire trip, and I will leave immediately after entering Exeter," Ramon blinked helplessly With a wry smile, he said, "As long as it's that simple, I guarantee he can be cured!"
"Besides, I can help with other things," Ramon adjusted his breathing, and turned to Wyah and Rolf: "For example, this young gentleman's injury... I guess it was also caused by a vampire? And you, Dai Yin The guy in front of me has a broken arm... this can't wait..."
Huai Ya let out a breath.
Rolf looked unhappy.
"It will definitely cure him?" Thales said loudly, with a strange tone: "Oh, that's not what you said just now."
Ramon was taken aback for a moment, and he stammered: "I'm very confident in myself... Just now, I just wanted to ensure that I can escape from the dungeon and avoid military disasters..."
But Thales didn't buy it.
His Royal Highness interrupted him again:
"I'll give you another chance to answer my question—what is your purpose?"
Ramon looked at him blankly.
Damn kid.
A second later, Ramon suddenly laughed:
"Okay." He spread his hands and shrugged indifferently: "Since His Royal Highness doesn't believe me, I'll go back to the dungeon..."
But he couldn't finish speaking.
"Your chance is over, Doctor Ramon." Thales suddenly smiled: "You forced me to do this."
Ramon's pupils shrank.
What?
What is he... planning to do to me?
"Indiscriminate punishment is the prerogative of a tyrant," Ramon grinned, and said slowly, "And you're still young, aren't you? If it spreads..."
Puttila looked at Thales suspiciously.
The traverser slowly leaned back, facing the puzzled Ramon.
Thales raised his right hand and pressed it on his forehead.
"I'm sorry first," Thales smiled lightly, and said slowly, "I don't want to...do this to you either."
"That forbidden ability."
What?
Puttilai, Wyer, Rolf, and even Ada, who was absent-minded all the time, were all stunned.
ability?
What ability?