My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1288 - 435. Later, they will say that Transylvania is abundant with well-trained mediocre doctors - Additional update [2/25]_2

Chapter 1288: 435. Later, they will say that Transylvania is abundant with well-trained mediocre doctors - Additional update [2/25]_2

"The problem is, I don’t want to be a witch-lich."

"I want to be a Martial Monk just like you guys... Otherwise, doesn’t that mean all the things I learned in my first twenty-something years were for nothing?"

"You can have dual classes."

Brother Cat laughed and said,

"Everyone has three career slots, and nobody said you can’t maintain your cool Martial Monk form while becoming a powerful witch-lich.

Although it sounds strange, as far as I know, there’s a branch in the Martial Monk sects on the Continent called ’Eternal Death Sect’ that is closely tied to the concept of death.

If you’re sure you want to take this ’magic-martial dual cultivation’ path, I’ll definitely help you fulfill your wish in the future."

"But first, we must help A Feng retrieve the Ghost Mystic Manual, or my big boy can’t even leave this little house."

Old Yang stroked his chin and said,

"Ah Mu, let’s rest for a day, and set out for the Polluted Swamp tomorrow morning.

I heard from the students that Niu Niu is already on a scouting mission there, and it seems that the official efforts of Transylvania to clean up the swamp are already on the agenda.

We might find an opportunity to make our move soon enough."

"Mhm."

Brother Cat nodded and said,

"No need to rest, let’s set off after saying goodbye to A Feng, and we can ask an NPC from the Midnight faction at Crimson Castle to open a teleportation portal for us.

Though there’s a risk of being devoured, it will save us a lot of time."

"Wait a minute! That Niu Niu... isn’t he Sister Pomegranate’s brother?"

A Feng suddenly smiled broadly, playfully punching Brother Cat’s shoulder and whispered,

"That’s your brother-in-law, aren’t you going to suck up to him?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Brother Cat’s face stiffened when the topic was mentioned and said,

"We’re not even there yet, can’t talk loosely."

"Tch, you’ve already brought her home."

A Feng said with a scornful tone,

"Isn’t the Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon? Have you tidied up the house yet? What a pity I can’t attend that family banquet, or I would definitely see some interesting scenes.

I heard Sister Pomegranate is a real tigress."

"I’ll take a photo for you, but the premise of him wanting to bring her home is that he has to beat her in reality, and that’s not an easy task."

Old Yang shook his head, intending to talk more with his son, but suddenly heard a peculiar bell sound from a distant house of the dead, like some kind of summon. Under Master Yang and Brother Cat’s surprised gaze, many young people in white robes, each with a uniformly shaped backpack, appeared from the upper passage stairs and queued towards the area behind the house of the dead.

The Pantless Demon also flexed his hands and said,

"I won’t talk more with you guys, go on with your quests, I need to start teaching the students."

"Ah?"

Brother Cat asked in surprise,

"What kind of lessons are you giving to these NPCs?"

"Medical lessons, mainly first aid, wound cleaning, suturing, and human anatomy."

A Feng rubbed his face and said,

"This started a week ago; these people are either former soldiers or from local medical families. Maxim has gathered them to integrate them into the medical corps subordinate to the Cadman People’s Army.

Sir Morphy assigned the teaching task to me. Currently, I’m the only player with a legit Medical Doctor certificate; I have to teach at least a hundred qualified medics before the war begins.

Honestly, the task isn’t difficult.

The local people have their own set of medical theories and healing techniques, Spiritual Energy applied rejuvenation skills work much better than our natural healing promoted by medication, so the key to training military medics is to teach them how to handle critical injuries and keep the wounded breathing.

Like this, as long as there are enough Priests, they can be kept alive.

But honestly, this task is also quite twisted."

"Ah?"

Old Yang asked again,

"Explain how it’s twisted."

"It’s mainly Sir Morphy’s teaching requirements... he requires these medics to be proficient in amputation techniques."

The Pantless Demon rubbed his aching temples and said,

"I heard that the local master of engineering signed a strange ’disability insurance’ with the People’s Army, promising to replace injured soldiers’ damaged limbs and bodies with unique prosthetic limbs to ensure that they can return to the battlefield as quickly as possible.

After the injured have been wounded beyond the point of emergency treatment and prosthetic replacement, the Blood Vulture Clan will turn those who proved their loyalty into vampires, granting them eternal life as a reward for their loyalty.

I have to say, in every sense of the word, this is mind-blowing.

These actions, if they were on our side, including the clerks who drafted the agreement, everyone would be tried for crimes against humanity in a military court!

It took me a long time to convince myself to agree to teach the classes, I guess it’s their own national conditions."

Brother Cat and Old Yang looked at each other, stunned.

They could be sure that this was not something NPCs could come up with; even if vampires were inherently evil, the Midnight loved ones also had inscrutable limits.

Thinking of the only player who actively fitted himself with engineering prosthetics and boasted about it, the drafter of this medical code might well be the mysteriously originated Loyal Brother himself.

"Really hardcore..."

Brother Cat rubbed his eyes and said,

"It’s too hardcore in every sense, okay, go and give your class, A Feng, we’ll come back and check on you in a few days, and if we’re lucky, next time we come, we’ll bring back the Ghost Mystic Manual, and you will be free then."

"Don’t push yourself too hard."