How to clean a wound, prevent infection, stop bleeding, bandage, and which details and techniques to pay attention to, he guided Markmi and Nipetto through all of these step by step. Of course, he himself did not have the stamina to perform these tasks; he was just a little better off than the unconscious Josen.
When, following his directions, Nipetto completed the final step, Sophie looked up and found that everyone was staring at him, dumbfounded.
Professional.
This was the only comment in their hearts.
Even Little Phenix turned back and earnestly said to Frey behind her, "Big Sister, it seems your skills are quite inferior in comparison."
As for Frey, standing on the edge of the crowd, her expression was as calm as water.
Indeed, indeed before, using an excuse to get close to me, shameless scoundrel! She couldn't help but draw this conclusion in her heart. She looked at Romantic with concern, only to see the latter counting the spoils of war on the ground with a look of little triumph.
This damned girl.
But heaven be merciful, only Sophie knew that all of his knowledge came from the 'Battlefield First Aid' skill, and only when he recalled this skill from the list did all this knowledge present itself in his memory. In his young memory, most of the basic battlefield first aid knowledge came from the first three chapters of "Gersun's Holy Cross," which mainly discussed bandaging techniques. Sophie happened to know Gersun in the game, the current Great Priest of Brags.
The content of this book was as if he had seen it firsthand, as if he had studied it hundreds of times. That kind of ease, it was like cheating in learning first aid techniques.
Unfortunately, cheating always comes with a price—
On the other hand.
Sophie quickly learned that, in fact, Buqi's third militia squad had a total of ten members, including Frey: Markmi, Essen, Ike, and Little Phenix were fairly familiar with him.
Then there were the silent Nipetto and Vlad. This pair of brothers, mountain people who migrated from the Bola Region, inherited the local people's taciturn nature; they preferred doing things over talking.
Next was Josen, but the latter was unconscious and had little chance of waking up.
And then there was the daydreaming Miss Merchant, and the girl who was with her. Sophie later learned that she was the town baker's daughter, but she appeared somewhat introverted and shy, not as outgoing as the other two ladies.
This girl was named Beisha, gentle in nature, but at least a kind-hearted good girl.
These were all the people Sophie needed to interact with. They all seemed like excellent young people, but Sophie knew they were a group of newbies who had no idea what they were about to face.
So he thought for a moment before asking, "Do you guys have any plans?"
The smiles on their faces vanished in an instant, replaced by a silence.
"We're going to Ridenburg." After a while, Essen suggested.
"Correct, Captain Madden and the others would surely head there too." Ike echoed.
As expected, Sophie shook his head.
He looked up at these young people and saw the silence, anxiety, and confusion about the future on their faces. Even Frey, who looked slightly better, had her tightly gripped, whitened knuckles on the sword hilt, betraying her true feelings.
Only Romantic responded matter-of-factly, "I am going with Brand."
This answer made Sophie both angry and amused. However, the straightforwardness of this Miss Merchant elicited a sense of goodwill. The young man paused and said, "Alright, I agree with you on one thing—we need to get out of here immediately."
"That means there's something you don't agree with, right?" Frey asked.
Sophie nodded. "Does anyone have a map?"
Everyone looked at each other, who would have such a thing? Although they were militia, in most cases, the militia took orders from the local guard team. To be frank, they were just a reserve team.
Sophie realized his slip of the tongue; in Erune, carrying a map without authorization from the Holy Temple could get you treated as a spy. He always placed himself in the position of a traveler, forgetting that he was now a member of this world.
And here, there were no more players.
"I think the guard team might have it..." Markmi stuttered from the back of the crowd.
Sophie shook his head and thought to himself, isn't that nonsense? He sighed and turned to the Miss Merchant beside him, "Romantic, give me a sword."