Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

At this moment, there is a long queue at the health station, which is simply built with wood and stone bricks.

Although there are twelve priests in total, there are too many people who come for treatment, and it is not just those who build castles and pave roads.

The news of the establishment of the health station spread quickly, and as soon as people heard that free healing techniques could be provided, all the sick and not sick came with their families.

These days, once ordinary people get sick, the common practice is to find elders or educated people in the village to consult with them about the medicinal materials and general treatment experience based on the symptoms of the patient.

After that, you either go into the wilderness to find medicinal materials, or you go to the Adventurer's Guild to provide a reward to issue a quest.

Only nobles and wealthy merchants would consider going to a priest to perform healing spells.

Because the price is too expensive.

For ordinary civilians, minor illnesses can damage their muscles and bones, affecting their daily work and income, while serious illnesses can basically wait for death.

Some patients even take the initiative to commit suicide in order not to increase the burden on their families.

Even though he had the privilege, Jin Dae-ri did not jump in line. He felt that the little girl was just poisoned, and based on the speed of blood loss, it would take a day or two before he could receive the lunch, so he was not in a hurry.

Although Dalabengba and Tolwei are anxious, this is the territory of the Black Dragon Empire after all.

And everyone is a patient.

Others are also anxious to see a doctor, but no matter how anxious they are, they are not unreasonable.

"Excuse me, what is this... Black Dragon Health Station?" A questioning voice suddenly came from behind.

It was the voice of a middle-aged woman, a little hoarse.

This is the unique voice of women at the bottom.

With a unique roughness that has been tempered by life.

Darabengba turned his head and saw that she was indeed a dark-faced woman. She was thin, short, and stooped. Dust and sweat mixed together to form dirty beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

But such a fragile woman was carrying a strong young man on her back - that was her son.

"This is indeed a health station."

Darabengba pursed his lips and answered the question, and his answer also made the middle-aged woman's uneasy expression relax a little.

"Then, is there really, really no charge here? I heard there is no charge...are those priests willing to treat us?"

The middle-aged woman muttered to herself uncertainly. She looked around at the people in line, trying to see if there was anyone in the crowd who was as embarrassed as she was. But after looking around, everyone here was wearing wet clothes. Clean, not like a beggar like her.

She tugged at her patched linen clothes with some restraint, and the toes exposed from the torn shoes curled up in embarrassment. The hope in her heart had been half extinguished.

This is actually a very normal thing.

After all, this is the royal city, the most developed place in the entire empire.

Even if ordinary civilians live in the royal city, their clothing and food will be much better than those in other small villages.

But the middle-aged peasant woman didn’t understand this.

She came from a small village that didn't even have a name, a hundred miles away from the royal city. If her son hadn't been ill, she might never have left that place in her life.

In her ignorant understanding, kings, knights, and mages all have to cultivate land.

The difference is that the king uses hoes inlaid with pure gold and gems, the knights use steel hoes more than two meters long with thorns, and the mages use their gorgeous staffs to loosen the soil and cover them with their robes that will never be stained with dust. On the body of the cattle, shield the cattle from the sun.

Because that's what farmers do.

People can be exposed to the sun, but cattle cannot.

"Don't worry, treatment is free here. The Black Dragon Emperor said that as long as the priest is not exhausted, we can treat each one!" Jin Da Ri turned his head and showed a bright smile, with two rows of white teeth shining in the sun.

"Yes! Don't worry, little sister! My old cold legs and presbyopia were cured by the pastor!"

Next to him, two and a half grown men supported an old man with a gray beard and walked towards him. He had bright eyes, full of energy, and a face that couldn't hide his joy. He was an old man who had just received treatment.

His legs have just been able to walk, and he is still a little unaccustomed to it at this time, so he needs his grandson to hold him.

But it is obvious that walking is no longer a big problem.

At this moment, the old man had a happy smile on his face and exclaimed:

"I heard before that a ferocious black dragon took over the Andrius Empire. I thought we humans were going to live in dire straits. Unexpectedly, not only did the city's security improve, but there were also benefits such as free priest treatment... Ha. Haha, let’s not talk anymore. The old man will go back and find a craftsman to make a statue of the black dragon. Pray every day and wish our Black Dragon Majesty and the Black Dragon Empire to become stronger and stronger!”

After saying this, the old man suddenly threw away his two grandsons and walked towards home with quick steps.

This old man was a hunter in his early years. Now his legs and feet were nimble, and he suddenly showed some of the momentum of his youth. Two and a half young men chased him while shouting "Grandpa", but they almost missed him.

With the old man as an example, and the happy experiences of people who have completed treatment one after another.

Whether it was Dalabengba's group or the middle-aged woman carrying her son on her back, they couldn't help but feel relieved.

Soon it was the turn of Dalabengba and his group.

The Sakura player in the health station is currently suffering from dark circles and bloodshot eyes, looking drowsy.

Excluding the time to recover their powers, they had worked continuously for 49 hours.

I don't know why, but just sitting in this health station, the speed of their divine power recovery increased by at least three times, which caused them to have to continue working without stopping.

This is a functional building [Black Dragon Health Station] that Su Nian hastily built before leading the monster army to leave. It is an additional reward for improving civilization after building the toilet.

When it was first unlocked, Su Nian didn't notice it because it wasn't very eye-catching.

It was not discovered until just before leaving the Empire, and emergency construction was ordered.

It is now built, but before we had time to check out the features of this building, several Sakura Priest players enjoyed it in advance.

"Next one..." The Sakura Priest player yelled mechanically, and the voice was as weak as if the family had been holding funerals for several months.

"Well, hello, please help me take a look at my sister. She is poisoned."

Darabengba carried Aya on his back and put him on the stretcher, and the priest also moved out like a walking zombie.

The priest player first threw an identification spell at Aya, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his empty eyes:

"Red corruption? What the hell..."

Hearing the pastor's muttering, Dalabengba glanced at Jin Dairi.

And Jin Dae-il also showed a sly smile, as if to say, "I didn't lie to you, brat."

Dalabengba breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that after Aya was cured, he should apologize to Mr. Jin Dairi. After all, their previous behavior was indeed not polite, and they were completely mistaking it for their good intentions.

A milky white healing light flashed.

The priest player's face froze and he was amazed.

"Your disease is a bit weird... Healing can only increase blood, but cannot erase negative buffs... Try purification..."

Another cyan light flashed.

The priest player's face turned completely dark. He looked at Darabengba and asked, "Are you here to kick things off on purpose?"

"What the hell, the purification technique is useless. It only delays the outbreak of [Crimson Corruption]. Are you sure this little girl was just poisoned?"

Brother please call me