Chapter 269: Can Dr. Duke's Treatment Be Called Filthy?

Alleria Windrunner didn't want to believe in Dr. Duke's abilities at all.

During her battle with Grom, she could endure the pain through sheer willpower. But after the battle, she realized how much pain she was in.

Worse, she couldn't remember the last time she came back empty-handed. After fighting for so long, she hadn't even found a decent prey.

To her, the orcs she killed on the beach were no different than shooting rabbits on a picnic. She finally encountered a worthy opponent, but she couldn't defeat him.

As a heroine in the troll wars, the eldest sister of the Windrunner family, and especially after seeing her youngest sister silently rack up hundreds of kills, Alleria's pride was wounded.

She had heard that the Horde wouldn't attack Southshore for a while, so she originally planned to head to the Thandol Span to rack up more kills. But the pain in her leg forced her to admit that if she encountered someone as fierce as Grom Hellscream while injured, she would likely be defeated.

Unfortunately, neither the high elven ranger's traditional healing techniques nor the humans' Holy Light seemed to work on her injuries.

Reluctantly, she had to give Dr. Duke a chance.

Alleria had made up her mind that if Dr. Duke turned out to be a quack, she would make him feel the same pain she was experiencing, regardless of whether he was the Alliance's deputy commander or the so-called "Hand of the Gods of Southshore."

For the time being, Dr. Duke seemed professional.

Instead of rushing to her, Dr. Duke first asked, "Which part of your leg hurts, and what kind of pain is it?"

Alleria gracefully hopped down on one leg, showing no signs of injury, except for the slight furrow of her brow that betrayed her pain.

She sat on a radiant stone and extended her right leg, pulling down her knee-high boots to reveal a flawless and beautiful leg.

Alleria's legs were truly lovely, slightly more rounded than those of most high elves. Many men might prefer the slender, deer-like legs of Sylvanas, but Dr. Duke, a seasoned admirer of beauty, believed that Alleria's legs were the best.

That was precisely what attracted Duke the most.

Dr. Duke didn't pounce on her... Fool! Doing so would surely result in instant death, and he had no doubt about it.

A minute later, Queen Sylvanas, who was lurking outside the grove, suddenly perked up her ears.

She heard some troubling sounds.

At first, she wasn't sure, as her sister had expertly disrupted the flow of the wind. But within seconds, the wind's movement became chaotic, and it was clear that her elder sister had lost control over it.

This was extremely rare and could only mean one thing - Alleria had encountered something that threw her completely off balance!

Not good!

That scoundrel!

Queen Sylvanas vanished from her spot in an instant.

As she drew closer to the grove, the sounds carried by the wind became clearer.

"Ah—no! It hurts! It hurts so much! Duke, you liar!" Alleria's voice, which Sylvanas could recognize even in ashes.

"No, no, it's just the initial pain that's particularly intense. It'll get better right away," Duke's voice, full of soothing deceit, was unmistakable.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Ah! Scoundrel—it still hurts so much! Stop! I'll kill you! I really will. Can't you be more gentle?"

...

"Should I... go slower?"

"Mm, ah... that feels much better now..."

"I knew it!"

Sylvanas couldn't bear it any longer. In an instant, she dashed past the paladin guarding the small grove, and lunged in with the short sword at her waist, revealing its vicious edge.

"Duke! You bastard! What are you doing to my sister?!"

As soon as Sylvanas finished speaking, she regretted it.

What she saw was an extremely awkward scene.

Alleria lay blushing on a round rock, while Duke held Alleria's right foot, pressing on the front of her foot with his right hand. Although her leg was fully extended in a split, which looked... oh, very suggestive, at least both of them were fully clothed.

Seeing Sylvanas's sword, Duke was stunned.

Alleria reacted quickly, pointing to her calf, "Little sister, look, the bump here is gone. Duke was actually..."

Now it was Sylvanas's turn to blush, "I was mistaken! I'm sorry!"

In the next instant, she transformed into a green streak of light and vanished on the spot.

The great demonic Ranger General Alleria glared at Duke fiercely, "Won't you let go of my foot?!"

"The treatment isn't finished. If I let go now, your muscle will contract."

Alleria's face reddened, and she gritted her teeth, "Be quick."

"Yes!"

Rewinding to three minutes earlier...

When Duke asked Alleria where the pain was.

"My knee, and here." Alleria pointed to her calf, where there was a noticeable bump.

Duke frowned, "This... haven't you tried... stretching it out?"

"Stretching? What's that?" The formidable troll slayer, undefeated for thousands of years, the great demonic Ranger General Alleria appeared as innocent as a little girl.

"You... haven't you ever been physically exhausted, extremely tired, and then accidentally, the muscle here contracts and rolls up?"

"This... I've never experienced it. I can kill over a hundred trolls without even panting."

"..."

Duke was speechless. He gently touched Alleria's knee, asking about her movements when she was injured. Duke became certain, "Torn cruciate ligament and muscle cramp... the most amazing thing is, you've had a cramp for so long and haven't managed to stretch the muscle back out."

Torn cruciate ligaments were common injuries among soccer players in Duke's previous world. It was caused by the legs moving too fast or being too fatigued, resulting in the two cruciate ligaments in the knee joint getting injured.

Of course, there was a more severe injury in the same area called a torn cruciate ligament, which required surgery.

It must be said that as a Windrunner, an elite elven ranger, Alleria's physical prowess was extraordinary. Perhaps if she hadn't encountered an opponent like Hellscream, she would never have injured her knee. In fact, after being healed by the Light, her injury had mostly recovered. The Light itself promoted wound healing.

Duke had the system elf scan her carefully, making sure there was no problem, and then helped Alleria stretch her muscle. For a normal human, a 90-degree split and a forward bend of the foot would be enough. The problem was that the great Ranger General's muscles were quite flexible and long, requiring a full 150 degrees to reach the painful spot. Just as Duke was forcing Alleria into a full split to stretch her muscle, Sylvanas arrived with her sword.

Duke's face displayed utter confusion.