Meanwhile, in Hope Village.
Bayer had relayed Zhou Bai's two orders. As soon as the orders came down, they received an enthusiastic response.
Hospital.
"I've apprenticed for a doctor before, I can handle the materials."
"I'm a physician apprentice too, I can do it."
"I've just chosen the doctor profession, I'll have no problem assisting."
"I'm a pharmacist."
"Though I'm neither a doctor nor a pharmacist, I have a thorough knowledge of the various materials for potion making and understand how to process them."
...
The queue was lined up with people speaking of their skills, all eager to do something for the territory.
Most of them were not professionals; on normal days they would follow teams of professionals to gather materials, and occasionally joining in combat was not an issue, but on the battlefield, they were as good as cannon fodder. Those who were self-aware could only hide within the territory, waiting for the war to end.
At that time, they were agonizing inside.
