"Constance, are you okay? Quick, let go, let go." Des grabbed Constance's hand and tried to hit the "culprit" in Constance's hand, but found that Constance's hand was holding It was so tight that the wooden handle of the sword seemed to be embedded in the hand. The blood that originally flowed out like drops of water turned into a stream. Soon, the entire gray-yellow hilt was dyed red.
Des grabbed Constance¡¯s hand and didn¡¯t let go. Seeing that Constance didn¡¯t respond, he had no choice but to forcefully open Constance¡¯s hand that was holding the weapon.
"Ding."
With the efforts of Des, the piece of hand sword was forcibly separated from Constance's palm, and fell to the ground that was stained red with blood, which was particularly conspicuous under the sunlight.
The children who were still there cheering for Constance's successful killing of the herbivorous dragon were speechless for a moment, staring at the two people in the center of the field in stunned silence.
"Constance, are you okay?" Des held Constance's bleeding right hand, looking nervously at Constance, whose eyes were lifeless.
"It's okay." Constance shook his head slowly, and slowly took his bleeding right hand out of Des's hand. Regardless of the injury on his hand, he punched it hard.
The huge strength of the hand tore the already quite large wound in his hand a few more times, and blood seeped out from between the fingers. Many of the children watching on the side covered their eyes in fear.
"Constance." Des widened his eyes, showing surprise and confusion. He was frightened by Constance's actions.
"It's okay." With the same two words, Constance half-raised his bloody hand, clenched his fist and waved it, but this horrific scene could not give people any sense of security.
"Des, why are you still standing there? Take Miss Constance to the clinic quickly. Stop standing there!" Everyone was shocked by Constance's actions. The forty-year-old old trainer was the first to react. He came over and hurried over to urge.
"Uh, yes, Constance, let's go." Des forced Constance, who seemed to have lost his soul, to leave the training center and run towards the clinic in the village.
"You continue." Des left his last voice at the training ground and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Continue? How to continue?"
The old hunter covered his head, tilted his neck, looked at the blood on the ground with a depressed look, and the dead herbivorous dragon, and could only reluctantly announce the disbandment.
The children, who were already frightened by the monster and the injured Constance, dispersed in a hurry, and the originally lively training center suddenly became quiet.
"Doctor, is the doctor here? Constance is injured again." Without any regard for etiquette, Des pushed open the heavy wooden door of the clinic with his left hand and shouted into the dark room.
Des held Constance, who had lost his soul, and stood at the door for a while. The sound of getting dressed came from inside the room. Then, the doctor buttoned up his clothes and hurried out, "Des, Quick, bring Constance in.¡±
The doctor opened the curtains covering the window, and the sunlight instantly filled the dark room. Des looked at it, then pulled Constance and tried his best to support her body with his hands to make Constance as stable as possible. lying on the white hospital bed in the room.
At this time, Constance's face turned slightly pale, and his hands seemed to have lost their strength, resting on his chest feebly. His eyes were dull and his lips were slightly open, like a puppet that no one was controlling.
After finishing dressing, the doctor leaned down, took the medical tools, and came to the hospital bed. He saw the particularly dazzling red color stuck to the white sheets. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Constance? Is she injured again?"
"Well, I don't know what happened to Constance. He was in the training ground just now" Des said everything he just saw in one breath.
While the doctor got a bandage, applied medicine to Constance and re-bandaged the wound, he listened carefully to Des's words and tried to analyze the cause of the disease.
"Doctor, I heard that Constance was injured, how is he doing now?" Angelina, who had always been concerned about Constance's injury, heard the news and quickly came to the clinic, where Des happened to be recalling what happened, so she Without interrupting, Angelina couldn't help but ask as soon as Des finished speaking.
"Village Chief Angelina, do you still remember what I told you during the follow-up visit?" The doctor shook his head, his expression was not good, and he just said a word to Angelina.
"Ah." When Angelina heard this, she knew the reason, her face darkened, and she frowned.
Seeing the two of them playing riddles, Des couldn't help but asked, "Doctor, what happened to Constance?"
"Des, did you know? Constance's right hand was also injured in the past, also on the palm of the hand, and it was also a penetrating injury." The doctor pointed to Constance's right palm that was re-wrapped with a bandage and said.
Des nodded, "I know."
"At the beginning, the injury healed well and there were no hidden dangers. This all relied on the powerful medical technology of Lockark. However, our place is not Lockark, but Baihe Village." The doctor glanced at the simple facilities in the house and The only two hospital beds, he continued, "Constance's injury this time is not too serious. Even if it cannot be cured, it is not life-threatening. However, she drifted down the river, which delayed the treatment time, and ours here The medical level is also far inferior to that of Lockak"
Des listened to the doctor's long talk and became impatient. He interrupted the doctor and said in a slightly harsh tone: "Doctor, don't talk so much, just talk about the results."
The doctor stopped talking, looked at Des, and concluded word by word: "Constance's injury was cured due to the low level of medical treatment here, but it left permanent sequelae. It affects her hunting.¡±
"What? How does it affect hunting?" Des became even more anxious when he heard that it would affect hunting. Even Angelina, who knew the answer early, looked darker.
"It's possible that you can't exert force, it hurts when you pinch the weapon, your hands become dull, etc." The doctor said a few symptoms casually, but these words were like nails, piercing into Des's heart.
Angelina kept looking at Constance's eyes. She saw that there seemed to be tears in Constance's eyes, so she said: "Doctor, Des, go out first, and I will have a few words with Constance."
The doctor nodded, tied a bow at the end of the bandage, packed up his things, and walked out.
"Village Chief, Constance is like this, what else do you want to say?" Des was a little angry.
Angelina felt that she couldn¡¯t explain it clearly for a while, so she had no choice but to give Des a ¡°trust me¡± look in her eyes and send Des out of the house reluctantly.
After closing the door, Constance and Angelina were the only ones left in the room.
"Constance, what kind of person are you?" Angelina asked straight to the point.
"My hand hurts, really. It hurts when I exert force, it hurts to the point of numbness, it hurts to the point where I don't even know it hurts." Constance's hoarse voice came out of his throat.
Angelina was silent, she did not expect this to be the case.
"My right hand is basically disabled. I can no longer hold a sword and can no longer be a hunter." Constance's tone showed despair and helplessness.
"You just gave up? Don't you still have the goal of revenge? Can't you take revenge if you are not a hunter?" Angelina couldn't tolerate Constance's cowardly behavior and roared angrily. The loud voice stunned Constance.
Suddenly, Angelina's tone became relaxed and she asked: "Why can't you change the weapon? Your left hand, your arm, and other parts of your body are intact."
Hearing this, Constance¡¯s eyes lit up.
"Change weapons? Change weapons" Constance's lips wriggled slightly as he repeated this sentence.
"Listen to me and change weapons." Angelina held Constance's uninjured left hand and helped Constance make the decision.
"Is it really okay? Angelina." Seeing Angelina's straightforwardness, Constance squeezed Angelina's smooth palm tightly, and the expression on her face revealed her inner entanglement and hesitation.
"Believe me, Constance." Angelina's voice lowered, "It's just the two of us here now, and I won't lie to you or hide it from you. Since that day, you have become the third person outside that group of children. , my second hope for revenge.¡±
"Me? Second hope?" Constance was a little confused as to why Angelina suddenly said such a thing.
"That's right, the second hope." Angelina suddenly let go of Constance's left hand and strolled to the window, facing the sunlight that slanted into the room, "I am powerless and can only rely on you and those children for revenge. revenge."
Angelina looked back at Constance and said solemnly: "Helping you means helping myself. I will do my best to help you, even if it means sacrificing my life."
"Okay, Angelina, keep talking." Constance and Angelina looked at each other for a while, twisting their bodies to lean slightly against the head of the bed, waiting for Angelina's next words.
"Okay, since you are willing to listen, Constance, I will continue" Angelina walked back to the bed, looked at Constance seriously and said, "I suggest you change your weapon to something similar to a big sword. , a weapon like a slashing axe.¡±
¡°A big sword? A slashing axe?Why these two. "Constance's knowledge of weapons is only superficial. Except for the sword, most of the other weapons are just superficial.
"If I'm not mistaken, Constance, your hand only hurts when you exert force." Angelina pointed to Constance's hand that was wrapped into a rice dumpling and said.
Constance nodded.
Angelina continued to explain, "Both of these are held with both hands. You can use your right hand as your off-hand when using it, so you don't have to do it like a one-handed sword."
Constance thought about it carefully, nodded again, and said: "The right hand is used for support, and the left hand is used for driving and arm power. These two weapons are indeed suitable for me now, but which one should I choose?"
"Then it's up to you to choose." Angelina said.
Constance was lost in thought. Angelina suddenly slapped her thigh and stood up, "Oh, there are still a lot of things to solve. This village is really difficult."
Then he opened the door and left the hospital.
"What about that?" The image of a big sword and an axe-striking sword swirled in Constance's mind.
Suddenly, Constance thought of something, something that had been lying in the pocket of her waist for a long time.
"Haha, it's you." Constance finally showed a smile on his face.