Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 153: Medical School 1

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Ouch! Be gentle, be gentle!"

Alan frowned, constantly complaining.

"Seriously, can't even endure this little pain, yet always boasting about sailing far into the sea."

A girl, holding a cotton cloth dipped in medicinal wine, applied it to Alan's swollen ankle while mocking the boy who cried out in pain.

This girl was Susan, the granddaughter of the former village elder Peter. Currently, she was studying medicine at and aimed to become a physician as her future goal.

This little boy Alan, along with his companions who claimed to be naval recruits like him, often visited the clinic either because of disciplinary beatings or accidents during training.

The reason Alan came this time was: When he descended from the mast of the warship along the rope ladder, he accidentally missed a step and fell onto the deck, spraining his ankle and bruising his arm.

Hearing Susan teasing him like this, Alan's face reddened, and he retorted defiantly, "I'm just honestly reporting my physical condition. Just because I cry out in pain doesn't mean I'm cowardly. I won't refuse training just because of an injury."

"Huh—such a young age and already so argumentative!"

Susan increased the pressure on his foot, causing the boy to grimace.

She was very familiar with these naval recruits and didn't need to be polite. Especially towards the youngest Alan, she treated him like a little brother.

Learning from other recruits that this boy's only relative had been killed by pirates, Susan felt sympathy for him. Considering her own grandfather, who was also almost killed by pirates but was saved, Alan was indeed unfortunate in comparison.

"Our lord really... putting you kids into the army, what use can you be?"

Susan couldn't understand why the navy burdened itself with these children who hadn't fully grown up yet.

Alan argued again, "The lord said we are the future seeds of the navy, carrying the hope of opening up the sea territories for Alden. Any decision by our lord is right."

Shaking her head helplessly, Susan couldn't say anything. Remembering how she had spoken disrespectfully to Earl Grayman when she was rash, but the count hadn't pursued it, she secretly felt fortunate and grateful.

I hope the lord's decision is right.

Suddenly, Susan remembered something and said, "I want to remind you, there's a notice from the town hall. Doctor Ward and I are going to Alden Town for some 'training', which may last several days. If you and your friends are not careful again or get punished for breaking discipline, there won't be anyone to treat you during those days."

Alan shrugged, "Really? Well, we'll be... in a few days."

He suddenly stopped talking, and Susan curiously asked, "What are you going to do in a few days?"

Alan racked his brain for a moment, confirming that the departure of the Southern Star was not confidential, before continuing, "In a few days, we'll be sailing south along the coastline on the Southern Star. According to our lord, we're going to open up a great sea route. Even if you and Doctor Ward don't go, we won't be able to find you."

"Oh, I know about this. It's been widely talked about in town, especially among the merchants. Mentioning the Southern Star is like giving them chicken blood—talking about opening new routes and ocean trade. Well, I haven't heard that ships could sail to the southernmost end of the kingdom's coastline before."