Chapter 242: Nymeria on the Verge of Death

After Rolf and Shirley left with Nymeria, the centaurs returned to the tribe along the mountain path under Magre's command.

Only Bain did not leave. He walked to the rock wall with stiff hands and feet, trying to pull out the sword, but it was too deep in the mountain and could not move at all.

Bain was very annoyed for a while. Not to mention the sound of the horses' hooves when the tribesmen left, even the whistling mountain wind around him sounded like a mockery to him.

He pounded the rock wall hard, and his arm hurt, and then he stopped.

Mager walked slowly to Bain, patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, stop punishing yourself, let's go back to the tribe."

Bain growled, "I really can't accept this, Mager!"

"What's there to be unwilling about?" Mager consoled:

"The arrow feather you shot was tempered with the venom of the giant color-changing snail. After so long, the venom has already penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even if Scamander can really help her detoxify, the wound has already pierced her stomach and intestines, and she has lost so much blood... Nymeria will definitely die."

This is also the reason why Mager did not conflict with Scamander and forced Nymeria to stay... He took away only a Nymeria who was about to become a corpse.

Scamander seemed to have won face, but the real inside was still here with the centaurs!

But Bain didn't think so. He wanted both inside and face.

So, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will kill Scamander, I must kill him!"

"Bane, you are no match for Scamander, what can you use to kill him?" Mager said seriously:

"He has let you go three times in a row. I am sure that if you provoke him again next time, he will definitely kill you without hesitation, even if I plead for you."

"So, since Nymeria is dead, let's stop here."

It would be better if we don't mention this. When the scar was torn, Bane's face was a little hideous and distorted.

Bane was extremely repulsive and disgusted with wizards, but he was defeated three times by a wizard.

And the wizard spared him three times out of pity. This extreme humiliation was more painful than killing him.

Bain said angrily: "I'm going to use that coffin."

"You're crazy." Mager said angrily: "You used that coffin to kill Nymeria this time, which reduced your life span by several decades.

If you use it again, how long do you think you can live?"

Bain didn't speak. He touched his gray hair, and there was a flash of madness in his eyes.

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Rolf and Shirley did not leave Brown Cave Mountain. They rode on flying brooms, went around the back of the mountain, found a hidden cave, and immediately got into the box.

Nymeria's injuries were serious and must be treated immediately. They could not return to Hogwarts.

At this time, the two of them stood in a room filled with the pungent smell of medical alcohol.

Shirley wanted to put Nymeria on the operating table, but because she was a centaur, she couldn't lie on the table, so the girl had to wave her wand and let her lie on her back in the air.

Rolf picked up a magic item that looked like a radio from the shelf. He tapped the button with his wand, and it emitted strands of dark green silk threads, which connected with Nymeria's wrist.

The dark green silk threads trembled, and the radio also sounded "boom, boom, boom".

This is a magic heartbeat, similar to the electrocardiograph of Muggles, which can detect the beating of the heart and judge the patient's condition.

Rolf floated up and came to Nymeria's side. An arrow was deeply inserted in the lower part of her chest, and black blood was oozing out. It was obvious that the arrow was poisoned.

On Nymeria's body, there was also a mesh dress made of vines, and its existence would affect the operation.

So, he didn't care too much at this time, and Rolf asked Shirley to untie it directly.

As the ponytail girl cut the vines and pulled off the whole dress, she and Rolf also understood instantly:

Why other centaurs don't wear clothes, but only Nymeria is an exception.

It's really too big!

This is definitely the tallest mountain Rove has ever seen. Even Helena and Margaery, who are also of similar size, are not as tall as Nymeria.

What's more terrifying is that she is still lying on her back in the air.

Experienced people know that when lying on your back, you will naturally spread out to both sides.

Nymeria can still be seen as a mountain from the side and a peak from the side. I can't imagine how spectacular it will be when she stands up.

For a moment, not to mention Rove, even Shirley, who is a girl, was slightly dazed.

At this time, Nymeria, who was in a coma, suddenly coughed violently.

Rove quickly reached out and pressed down the swaying and trembling strange scenery to stop them from shaking.

It would be bad if they hit the arrow feathers and caused secondary damage to the wound.

Shirley came to her senses and immediately took over Rove's work, gently lifting the twin towers up, allowing him to treat the wound with peace of mind.

Rove gathered his mind, moistened a piece of gauze with the smell of crushed herbs with alcohol, and wiped the dust near the wound.

After cleaning, he raised his arm again, and a scalpel trembled twice on the shelf, then popped out a perfect parabola and landed accurately in his hand.

Rolf took the scalpel and cut Nymeria's wound a finger's length, repeated the cut again, deep into the bone, opened the wound with his left hand, reached into the pliers with his right hand, pulled hard, pulled out the half of the arrow that was deep in the bone, and threw it into the cup.

A fishy smell gushed out from the wound. The wound opened horribly, and blood slowly flowed out.

Luofu frowned and looked at the wound. The arrowhead had hurt his intestines, which was more serious than imagined.

He silently took out a gourd-shaped blue-flowered porcelain bottle, poured out some medicinal noodles, poured out a black liquid from a white porcelain bottle, and finally took out some hemostatic medicine from a cracked ice vial.

He mixed the three potions with half a bowl of warm water and rinsed the wound again and again, and the black blood and water flowed into the basin.

After cleaning up the venom, Rolf began to repair Nymeria's internal organs that were injured by the arrowhead, but this process was not that easy.

When Rolf was treating Nymelie, it was Shirley's job to collect potions, alcohol, collect the blood in a basin, and wipe the boy's sweat. She was busy and it was extremely hard.

When the two of them finished their work, it was already late at night. They were so tired that they sat at the door to rest.

Shirley looked at the unconscious Nymeria and asked, "Rolf, how is she?"

"Although the poison was cleaned up by Nymeria, her injuries were too serious and she lost too much blood... I tried my best." Rolf sighed:

"If you don't wake up within three days, you probably won't wake up."

"Is there any other way?"

Luofu nodded and said: "There is another way to save her."

"What method?" the ponytail girl asked.

Luo Fu was silent for a moment and said:

"Unicorn blood."

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