After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 564

Chapter 564: Doctors’ Revenge
Less than an hour later, the doctors came with various plants to place on their wounds.

“About time!” Rip yelled, spraying saliva all over their faces. “I thought you wanted us to eat first before you arrived!” He said with a grin, looking at the shivering nurses with amusement

“Sorry, it took time because there’s a war going on, after all,” he said, heading towards the small preparation area in the clinic. “Let us prepare the medicine for a bit, please.”

“Fine. Hurry up!” He yelled and he watched the doctor and the nurses proceed to prepare, refusing help from the others.

No one thought this was odd. After all, the preparation area was only so big to fit a few men. Another thing they didn’t note was that the doctors seemed to have some makeshift cloth over their hands as if to serve as gloves.

After a while, the group of them came out with a medicine in their hands, using small wooden bowls and flat sticks sold at a high price by the local carpentry shop (owned by Fargo, of course).

The doctor and nurses went ahead to the fifty or so guards occupying their clinic, adding the paste to their wounds.

“AH! It stings!” Patient #1 yelled, punching a big nurse. He was naturally imbalanced but he desperately turned so the small medicine container would not spill.

At this, the other guards looked badly at him, as if it was his fault.

“Don’t spill the medicine!” Patient #2 yelled, before glaring at the guard who kicked. “Are you an idiot?”

“But it stings!”

“Sissy!”

“Pussy!” Another one yelled.

This made Patient #1 very annoyed. “You do it, then!”

Patient #2’s eyes twitched but he kept his expression. Raffy headed and applied it on him immediately, and the man immediately flinched.

“HISSSSS—”

However, even if the application stung like hell, the men had to keep it in lest they be mocked. Seeing their enduring red faces satisfied the nurses very much, rewarding them with a bit more of the paste.

“DAMN!”

Raffy was more experienced now and could avoid most hits, while the rest held it in lest they be mocked as well.

Rip was also hissing at this time, gritting his teeth as he endured the intense sting. It was very much like dousing alcohol straight to an open wound, but worse.

Volohov himself was applying it to him. At some point, The doctor looked at him appearing conflicted.

“What is it?” Rip asked with gritted teeth, red eyes ready to rip out throats if triggered.

“I… I actually have some anesthesia-like solution, but I only have a few drops.”

“Add it to me!”

“Yes!” he said, taking out a small vial from his space and adding it to the bowl. He mixed it well until it was completely integrated into the paste.

Volohov shakily applied the rest to the wounds, and Rip immediately felt the difference.

He felt that the sting was indeed a bit less and calmed down a bit, asking Volohov to apply more on his minor cuts. Volohov was surprisingly obedient this time and applied as ordered.

Some guards saw this and pushed aside the nurses assigned to them. “Use that on me, too!”

“No, me!”

Volohov shook his head, conflicted. “This is only good for a few more people.”

At this, several of the stronger ones immediately yelled, demanding it be applied to them. The weaker ones could only endure the torturous sting, looking at the team leads with bitterness

It was peaceful for the next couple of minutes, with the ‘patients’ laying down on the makeshift hospital beds and waiting for the medicine to heal their wounds.

The medical professionals stood at the side as if ready to be called, and some people started complaining about the sting.

The limping Dr. Volohov sighed, looking to be truly apologetic. “I’m sorry, we really didn’t think it’d still hurt so much. This formula was fine when we used it on young girls.”

The passive-aggressive comment made a lot of big men shut up.

For a while, there was relative silent in their clinic, sans the stifled groans and hisses around. It was broken some minutes later, when someone started flinching wildly in his bed.

“AHH!” Patient #1 yelled. “ITCHY! WHY IS IT SO ITCHY!”

“FU—WHAT!” Another yelled, scratching his whole body, unable to pinpoint where he should scratch to feel comfort.

It was so itchy that they could barely even sit up, as if every movement would just make the discomfort even more intense.

The others soon yelled the same with various intensities in their reactions.

Some of the female nurses seemed confused, but seeing the others coolly watching, the realization immediately struck.

The doctors watched them in blunt fascination.

They might not know a lot about the plants here, especially with Vanessa’s gatekeeping, but they did try to study on their own. They happened to know that some plants, while not poisonous, could still cause extreme itchiness, especially when combined with certain plants.

Dr. Lu was the unfortunate person to know this by experience.

They got the plants so quickly not because the plants were in the territory. After all, poisonous plants were moved outside. Rather, they had such plants in their spaces for study! They happened to have a bit and they would gladly use them all to deal with these bastards!

It wasn’t that they hadn’t considered doing it before for petty revenege, but they knew these people wouldn’t die by doing so. Rather, they would just trace the ‘prank’ to them and thus adding targets to their heads.

But now, with some external support, it was different!

In addition to their itch poisons, the Alterans lent them something important! While they couldn’t add it to everyone, they chose the targets well, and soon they’d know it would work wonders.

“AHHH!” Another man—a man lying on one of the more comfortable beds in the corner—yelled. His body was red from itching, but suddenly he couldn’t even scratch it. “WAIT, WHY CAN’T I MOVE?”

This man’s name was Tin, a level 7 swordsman who deserted very early on. He was one of the battlement guards that had fallen down due to the chaos on the walls and was fortunate enough to not be targeted by the enemy arrows.

“I CAN’T EITHER!” Rip yelled, feeling the itch switch to numbness until he could barely move his limbs. He noticed that the others who had similar afflictions had that anesthetic medicine!

Under the duress, his eyes turned red and he looked at the doctor who didn’t seem surprised by the effects.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”