[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-45":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bear School Astartes",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1620122,2087,"Chapter 45. Surgery","bear-school-astartes-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>\"Allen! Where are you? Something has happened, go get the package I left at your house! Hurry!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s maneuvered boat practically crashed into Auridon’s small pier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers standing in a circle stared bewilderedly at Bernie’s fishing boat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottom of this small boat was already a crimson red from the bleeding of two people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few village women surrounding Madam Donald hurriedly stepped forward wanting to say something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon seeing Bernie’s deathly pale face, they hesitated and stopped in their tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear they had something important to say, but at the moment they couldn’t discern which was more important compared to Bernie’s situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann was alone; he only had the energy for one person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lann dragged Bernie ashore, he didn’t even notice so many people watching, which was unusual at other times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good heavens! Bernie... I’m going! I’m going now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Allen’s face was already troubled, now it showed terror. His old legs moved quickly, and in less than half a minute, he was back with the Alchemy Pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get a few people to light torches and stand around me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann took the Alchemy Pouch, began to rummage inside while making new requests to Old Allen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Allen didn’t know if this was some kind of magic ritual or something else, but he was completely panicked now and did as Lann said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called over a few people who gathered around holding torches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of the crossbow arrow was completely buried in Bernie’s stomach; in Old Allen’s experience, this was practically a moving corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lann was a Demon Hunter! Maybe? Right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann pulled out a set of small, exquisite knives from the Alchemy Pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a set he had entrusted Ivan to forge... The first user was supposed to be himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring the torches closer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann removed his studded leather gloves and steel bracers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torches had nothing to do with magic; they were to use the heat to kill most of the surrounding airborne bacteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Similar to operating near an alcohol lamp during biological experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann needed to immediately perform surgery on Bernie, even without a surgical setting, it had to be done immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t afford to wait any longer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bernie’s lips were already deathly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann pulled out a brown bottle from the Alchemy Pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redania Herbal Wine, frequently used by Demon Hunters as the alcohol base for Magic Potion, an undeniably high-strength liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though pure distilled Dwarf liquor would have been more appropriate at this time rather than herb-infused wine, but once again—there’s no time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann poured this valuable bottle over his palms, wrists, delicate knives, and Bernie’s wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mentos, adjust my double vision.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His actions were methodical. Once the surgical steps began, Lann forced himself out of his agitated emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short-term brain overload of 70% proficiency caused a stress reaction, double vision was just a normal consequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bio-Intelligence Brain completed the task in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blurred, overlapping vision was artificially corrected, the headache persisted, but Lann’s eyes and hands were incredibly steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Allen and a large group of villagers were watching. Lann’s orderly actions instilled confidence in the people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village elder sometimes glanced worriedly at Bernie, and sometimes cast a sympathetic gaze at Madam Donald sitting collapsed on the ground beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth wanting to speak to the busy Lann, but Madam Donald raised her hand to squeeze his forearm softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Donald shook her head gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the elder could only sigh and remain silent for the time being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s hands were very steady, everyone who had seen his swordsmanship instinctively said so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the feel of knives cutting flesh, the young man who had hunted dozens of Water Ghosts was already well-acquainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He maneuvered the delicate knives, cutting through skin, fat, muscle, nudging organs aside, layer by layer deep into Bernie’s abdominal wound until reaching the depth where the arrowhead was lodged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared to speak around him, many involuntarily held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the surgical knife touched the crossbow arrowhead, creating the texture of metal meeting metal, Lann slightly relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no fecal odor; the arrow had fortunately not pierced Bernie’s intestines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the intestines were damaged, feces entering the abdominal cavity would mean Lann’s friend faced a 100% chance of confronting ancient surgery’s greatest enemy—wound infection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In typical ancient surgeries, the chance of not having wound infections was about 30%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, no matter what, Bernie’s survival rate was already above most of this era’s wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann extracted the arrowhead minimizing secondary harm, the high-strength herbal wine cleaned the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bleeding was caused by an abdominal vein being cut; the young man swiftly stitched it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the final stitching phase, as alcohol-soaked threads were sewn into the wound, Lann finally exhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if this breath was a signal, the originally silent, tense crowd began to buzz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Allen tentatively moved towards Lann, seeing the young man didn’t stop him, he knew things were probably okay now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s previously straight back slightly relaxed during the last few stitches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The bleeding has stopped; if Bernie doesn’t get a fever today and tomorrow, the rest will be recuperation...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann assumed Old Allen approached wanting to ask about the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old man had lived in Velen his whole life; based on experience, he truly didn’t see as much as traveling merchants, nobles, or knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to Velen life, he knew everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fishing boat went out; the boat owner returned with a crossbow arrow in his belly. This couldn’t be an accident?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Velen’s environment was indeed perilous but not frightening to this extent; it’s not wartime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, after explaining Bernie’s situation, Lann was prepared to tell Old Allen about today’s events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the young man thought, this should be the village elder’s greatest concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he slightly bent his relaxed back, when he saw Old Allen’s expression, he immediately negated his judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s face lacked inquiring puzzlement, instead still had undissipated urgency and... panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Lann’s keen observation freed from tense, focused spirit returned online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the fishing village at work, the pier was crowded, this inherently was unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Allen approached Lann cautiously; his eyes carried careful persuasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Persuasion? To me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s amber cat eyes swept over, naturally capturing Madam Donald sitting collapsed, clutching a small cloth bundle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying guess quietly deepened in Lann’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not your fault, Lann.\" Old Allen muttered for ages, finally saying this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We... everyone bears some responsibility.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man’s cat eyes looked at him; the slit pupil almost instantly contracted to a line!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This statement wasn’t about the \"Bernie was hit by an arrow\"; Lann keenly felt this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Allen, what do you mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His relaxed bent spine slowly straightened again; that exhaled breath was almost instantly held again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder’s hand tightly gripped his tobacco pipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little White went out to gather herbs outside the village this morning... he’s gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1170,"2026-06-06T10:40:07.661Z",1,"novelbin.me","802104421ed033e4cc07a642305f430da2a57e99259499a905df599caf90d3c3","bear-school-astartes-chapter-98","bear-school-astartes-chapter-97",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]