Third Person’s POV
Doctor Digby was still in the backseat when someone picked him up and rushed into the medical station
He felt dizzy. When he came to, he was already on the ground, standing in front of Marsh’s bedside.
He turned his head, wanting to see who had carried him in, and heard Lance’s urgent voice, “Doctor Digby, quickly, take a look at him!”
Everyone looked at Digby with hoping and tearful eyes–he had finally arrived, the highly–skilled doctor.
Ten people immediately gathered around, tearfully begging, “Please, Doctor Digby, save him!”
Mason had already come in carrying a medicine box.
With just one glance at Marsh’s condition, Doctor Digby knew the top priority was to stabilize his vital signs.
He took out the Centella plant, shaved off a piece, and handed it to Lance, “Soften it a bit.”
Lance took it and gave it a squeeze. The hard leaves quickly became soft.
Doctor Digby immediately put the herb into Marsh’s mouth–but it could only temporarily sustain his vital signs.
Mason handed over the medical box with the wolf–head emblem. Doctor Digby took out three specially- made syringes filled with a silver–blue–glowing liquid.
This was a special medicine made from the essence of moonlight grass and silver elements.
He signaled his assistant to remove Marsh’s clothes. The werewolf battle marking on Marsh’s chest had lost its color, and the glands on the back of his neck were twitching slightly due to toxin erosion.
Digby accurately targeted the arterial nodes on Marsh’s neck and chest. His wolf claws, pressing on the injection spots, instinctively retracted their sharpness.
The Legion werewolf doctor hurried over, his pheromones carrying anxious sulfur. “Doctor Digby, his blood pressure is already at the danger level. Injecting strong medicine into key arteries might cause blood vessels to burst.”
“It’s very dangerous, but without this; there’s no chance at all,” said Digby without turning his head.
His injection actions were as steady as a rock. “His self–healing system has shut down. Fortunately, the millennium moonlight grass can stabilize his wolf soul…..”
Digby didn’t finish his sentence and reached for the kingfisher, demanding, “Cardiac gel, now!”
A tube of blue–glowing bio–gel was handed to him. Digby frowned at the slightly congealed g temperature and turned to Lance, his pheromones suddenly sharp. “Activate it! Hurry!” “Okay!” Lance’s palm radiated Alpha–specific heat, pressing on the gel tube’s thermostat. A “click” triggered
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the heating reaction.
Mason took the disinfected dedicated injection gun and slowly pushed the melted gel in. Marsh‘ chest suddenly rose and fell more distinctly, and his dying wolf pupil even flickered with a hint of light.
Outside, Harlan, Leonidas, and Avery, who were parking the car, rushed in,
Leonidas tried to move to the bedside, but Doctor Digby stopped him, “Just say a word to him, let him know you’re here, then wait outside,” he said.
Seeing his brother like this, Leonidas felt like his heart was being pierced by countless needles.
He cried, “Marsh, it’s me, Leonidas. I’m here.”
His cries somewhat uplifted Marsh, who opened his eyes with a glimmer of light.
But he was too exhausted, his willpower drained.
Now, he could only rely on Doctor Digby’s skills and medicine.
Though Digby’s temper was sometimes foul, especially in critical moments, he ordered everyone except Mason and Harlan to step back five paces, not to interfere with the treatment.
The three, later joined by the Legion werewolf doctor, cleaned Marsh’s wounds together–scraping off pus, washing the wounds clean, and applying ointment.
His ten fingers were badly swollen. A gentle press
would squeeze out pus
and blood.
Such a cleaning process was undoubtedly excruciating. Marsh trembled in pain, tears streaming down. Everyone couldn’t bear to watch–just imagining it was unbearable.
Leonidas rested his elbow on the doorframe, burying his face in his arm, silently weeping.
He couldn’t and didn’t dare to watch–each scrape pained Marsh and his heart equally.
He was glad Lynette wasn’t there. Seeing this might have caused her to faint from grief.
Hearing the muffled sobs, Doctor Digby snapped, “Cry outside if you must! He’s fighting with all he’s got. Who are you showing your weakness to?”
Everyone immediately quieted, swallowing their sobs.
Only Lance knew the worse Digby’s temper, the graver the situation.
It took a full three hours to clean all the wounds, rinse them, and apply medicine.
Digby wrote two prescriptions: one for wound–cleaning solution and another for oral medicine.
Mason and Harlan had brought herbs on their backs.
The medical station staff immediately used heating equipment to decoct the medicine.
Mason and Harlan stayed close, watching every step.
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The wound–cleaning solution was delivered to the room, left to cool naturally, while the oral medicine had to be fed to Marsh spoon by spoon.
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