"It would be nice if there was a priest or a therapist here."

Heimer sighed.

When encountering such seriously injured patients, laymen like them were basically powerless. Therefore, Heimer's movements also slowed down. After all, once he was done with this, he would not be able to do anything else.

"If we go to the town quickly, we should be able to find someone who can save him."

The young man was unwilling to give up, but Heimer quickly poured cold water on him.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."

Heimer picked up a rag and wiped the blood on his hands, and continued: "His injuries are too serious. Any bumps on the road may worsen the injuries. It will be difficult for us to send him to see a doctor safely."

"But, is he still breathing? He's not dead yet. He can be saved."

The young man also thought that this might be the indifference of Heimer, a soldier who was used to seeing life and death, towards seriously injured patients, which made Heimer give up his efforts to save this life early.

"In his case, unless a miracle happens, he can only last another half day."

Seeing that the young man might not know how serious the injury was, Heimer directly told the young man the life expectancy of the old man.

The injuries on the old man's head and chest were actually fatal injuries. Almost every injury could kill the old man if it were deeper.

It's just that this old man is relatively strong and can hold on for a while.

They still don't know what hit this kind-hearted old man and injured him like this.

However, this issue is not something that needs to be investigated at this time.

The wound has been treated now, but it is too late.

When Heimer first saw the old man, the blood on his wound had turned dark purple, and there were still some small insects crawling on it.

In addition to the ulcer that has appeared on the wound, the old man's forehead is now very hot, but his body is cold.

Heimer knew what this hot and cold state meant.

The old man's wound was infected and he had developed a high fever.

Heimel clearly remembers that many of his brothers died due to similar symptoms.

Even though he was sent for rescue, he still died on the hospital bed in the wounded barracks, and few people survived.

As for what caused the old man to become unconscious now, it was probably the heavy blow he received on the head.

Although Heimer, Zeref and others used hot towels to clean the external injuries, they could not solve the problems inside the skull.

Now, the old man's vitality is being eaten away by the passing time.

It can be said that this old man is very lucky to be able to survive to this day after being seriously injured like this.

The oil is gone and the lamp is dry.

This word is very appropriate to describe the old man's condition.

"Then let's..."

The young man understood what Heimer meant, and he turned his gaze to the woodpile.

Nia, who was lighting a fire with her sister on her back and was sweating profusely, had no idea what they just said.

This girl is still working hard to extend the old man's life.
Chapter completed!