Chapter 27 Nosebleed

It could be said that one of the special vehicles belonging to the shaman group is a mobile hospital.

Lian was there too. The difference is that Lian didn't get into a special car for treatment because her injuries weren't so serious as to be life-threatening. The car accommodates at most two critical patients, the rest are medical staff from the shamanic world.

Lian stared at Jarvas' gaping neck.

"Supply blood there are only three bags, we need five bags."

One of the doctors specializing in the world of shamanism said. Not far away, Lian was having her wounds patched on a stretcher. The girl was placed in an open area.

She spoke slowly. "My blood type is AB-, I want to donate blood." Lian's voice was faintly very low. She couldn't even scream every time her wound received treatment, it was so painful.

She thought the rare blood type must be the Jarvas blood type. Rare blood so hence supplying the few blood bags. Lian speculated.

"You're pale, no one will want to take your blood," said the medical doctor of a shaman.

Acier came carrying several capsules. Many shamans were stunned to see that thing.

"This person's blood type is AB-, just use this and you can fill the remaining two bags."

One of the shamans looked at Acier closely before finally taking the blood capsule.

Secretly, without Ahio's knowledge, Acier often took blood samples for his research. He mixed blood cells with black magic beyond human understanding.

Acier pouted. "Even though it was for Kunti's food." A cruel psychopath shaman thought to himself.

He has no intention of using Ahio's blood for various medical purposes in terms of treatment in the world of shamanism. Especially, it is used for normal humans injured as a result of an incident, accident, or injury.

"But Jarvas was injured because of the fight with the ghost. Gunderuwo and the leaky-headed girl received an injection of Lucifer's demon technique."

Acier sighed. Soon after that, suddenly a shaman was about to take Ahio from the shaman's arms. "Excuse me. Sorry, a little bro. I permission to treat this lady, her leg..."

"I'm participating, he's my responsibility. As a fellow shaman, you will understand."

The shaman was about to speak but was stopped by a clever shaman. A shaman's shoulder was held. "He's right. Just do whatever he wants. Don't let us lose this girl."

Acier snorted. "You see she's not bleeding anymore? Her face isn't very pale and her body temperature is normal."

A smart man nodded. "Okay, I know. Please follow this person."

Acier turned around as he was led into the car where Jarvas was being treated. "Tch, he took our blood samples." Acier saw a clever shaman man's hand, he was angry that the foreigner dared to act selfishly at the expense of Ahio.

Acier looked down. "You can't die yet, Ahio."

Acier came in with a straight face when he saw Jarvas' condition, remembering that they played football at the club and Jarvas, like Acier, was not one of person who had many fans. This causes Acier to develop personal feelings for Jarvas because of the same fate.

The premium members of the Aldesh football club are Denias, Yudas, and Kevien. The three people's fans were very brutal and excited.

Some members of the group have a fan base that is as quiet type as the idol. Fans reflect the person who attracts them.

Only Kevien has brutal fans and bars full of dilapidated hallucinations meanwhile he is lazy and inactive.

Acier and Jarvas fans are mostly silent, constitute secret admirer types so that lives 'idols' are not too disturbed. An ideal life that is safe and comfortable.

Therefore Acier thought he was not very famous.

He entered the ranks of mediocre people.

Acier took one capsule and bit down, blood came out to all over a mouth. Ahio's blood was not eaten, it pooled in Acier's mouth.

Acier dabbed at the blood in a Mouth and wrote a sign above Ahio's head.

Shaman also takes domestic chickens that are jet black. A shaman under the guise of an intelligence officer takes the animal out of the cage. Domestic chickens are slaughtered, blood flows out and is collected in a coconut shell crater.

The four shaman medical officers did not stop Acier, they already knew that Acier was a skilled healer just from that shaman's movements.

"Please turn on a Charcoal until it smokes," ordered Acier. Not wasting any time, the other shaman quickly executed all of Acier's orders.

"I've never done this." Acier closed his eyes. "My bloodline isn't from a great shaman either." Acier's inner muttering continued.

"But they are dying. If I fail there are many shamans here who can help. My treatment has no side effects."

In his heart, Acier strengthened Resolve ground as best as possible. The embers of the charcoal fire were finished, billowing smoke flew into the air.

"Crush monkey heart, domestic chicken feathers, and yellow rice not cooked yet."

All of Acier's instructions were carried out by the healer shaman, they did not protest or ask questions. At times like that, it seems like there is a strong special bond between healing shamans to try their best to cure a disease.

The priority is to heal no matter what method is used, especially rituals that do not require the sacrifice of human life. Animals are something else and are a common medium for shamanic 'activity'.

"Sprinkle the mixture onto the charcoal fire, remember, don't let a Fire goes out. The smoke Must still rise and spread across the car."

At first glance, the job is as easy as turning the palm of your hand, if a job is done together it will be easier and feel lighter.

But this does not apply to what Acier's order. The shaman healers were flooded with sweat and their body temperature changed erratically, aka hot and cold constantly changing.

Other disorders will continue to come.

One of the shamans had a nosebleed.

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