Trust me I'm a professional

In fact, Alleria didn't want to believe "Doctor" Duke at all. Not one bit.

When she was fighting Grom, she was able to endure the pain with sheer willpower, a force of nature in herself, but after a big battle, the adrenaline faded, and she found herself in excruciating pain. It was like a thousand tiny goblins were hammering her knee.

What was worse, far worse, was that she had forgotten how long it had been since she had returned empty-handed. After hunting for so long, she hadn't caught a single decent prey. The thought made her blood boil.

Well, those orcs shot dead on the beach were no different from shooting rabbits on a picnic in her opinion. It was target practice, not a real hunt. It was rare to see a decent one, a true challenge, but she couldn't even catch it. The indignity!

As a female hero in the Troll Wars and the eldest sister of the Windrunner family, the great demon Alleria couldn't hold back her pride, especially after seeing the fourth sister in her family quietly getting three-digit kills. Sylvanas was practically rubbing it in.

Hearing that the Horde would not attack Southshore in the short term, Alleria originally planned to go to Thandol Bridge to kill people, to blow off some steam. But the searing pain in her foot forced her to realize that if she went there with the injury, she would be in deep trouble if she met a ruthless person like Grom Hellscream again. She'd be dead meat.

Unfortunately, the high elf ranger's traditional healing techniques and human holy light were of no use in healing his injuries. They just weren't cutting it.

As a last resort, she had to let Duke, that infuriatingly smug human, come in and give it a try. She was desperate.

Alleria had already made up her mind. If Duke was actually a mediocre doctor, if he just made things worse, then she would just make his face feel the same pain as hers, regardless of whether he was the deputy commander-in-chief of the Alliance or the "Hand of God of Southshore." She'd make him pay.

For now, it seems that Duke is very professional. He was playing the part well.

Without moving closer, Duke asked first, his voice calm and steady: "Where does your leg hurt, and how does it hurt?"

Alleria jumped down on one leg with such a light, graceful posture that it was almost impossible to tell that she was injured. She was a master of deception. However, from the slight frown between her brows, the almost imperceptible twitch, it could be seen that she was in real pain.

Sitting on a shiny stone, the devil stretched out her right leg, took off her knee-high boots, revealing a smooth and flawless pair of legs. They were truly a work of art.

Alleria's legs are really beautiful. Unlike most high elves, her legs are slightly rounder than those of her compatriots, with a hint of curves. Perhaps in the eyes of many male compatriots, Sylvanas's legs are the pinnacle, the epitome of elven beauty. But as an old racing god in Akina Mountain who has watched 10TB of racing movies, Dr. Du said that such legs are the best. They were chef's kiss perfect.

This is what attracted Duke the most. He was captivated.

Duke didn't jump on him... idiot! He would be killed instantly if he did that, Duke had no doubt about that. He valued his life, and his face.

A minute later, Sylvanas, who was wandering outside the woods, suddenly pricked up her ears. Her keen elven senses detected something amiss.

She heard some bad noises. Very bad noises.

At first she was unsure, her sister had done a good job of disrupting the wind's direction, a clever trick. But after just a few seconds, the wind's flow became turbulent, chaotic, and it was obvious that her elder sister had lost control of the wind.

This is an extremely rare occurrence, a red flag, and it only proves one thing—Sister Alleria has encountered something that has made her completely confused! Utterly flummoxed!

Not good!

That bastard!

Sylvanas's figure disappeared instantly, a blur of green, rushing towards the grove.

The closer she got to the grove, the clearer the sound coming from the wind became, growing in intensity.

"Ah - no! It hurts! It hurts so much! Duke, you bastard, you lied to me!?" Sylvanas would recognize Alleria's voice even if she turned into ashes. It was unmistakable.

"No, no, it's only the initial pain. It'll be fine soon." This was obviously the voice of that little bastard, Duke. The soothing voice sounded full of bewitching, almost hypnotic.

"Real?" Alleria's voice, now a little less angry, a little more hopeful.

"Real." Duke's voice, firm and reassuring.

"Ahhhh! Asshole - it still hurts, stop! I'm going to kill you! I really will kill you. Be gentle, understand?" Alleria's voice, a mix of pain and exasperation.

"Then...slow down?" Duke's voice, a hint of amusement in it.

"Well, ah...I feel much better now..." Alleria's voice, now a soft murmur of contentment.

"That's what I said!" Duke's triumphant tone.

Sylvanas could no longer bear it. She instantly passed the paladin guarding outside the grove, a blur of motion, and pounced in like lightning. The dagger at her waist bounced into her hand, revealing a fierce edge, ready to strike.

"Duke! You bastard! What are you doing to my sister!?" Sylvanas shrieked, her voice a furious accusation.

As soon as Sylvanas finished drinking, she felt a little regretful. A wave of embarrassment washed over her.

What came into view was a rather embarrassing scene.

Alleria blushed crimson as she lay on a boulder, while Duke held the sole of her right foot and pressed the forefoot with his right hand. Although the posture of the thighs being spread out in front of her was a little, oh, very ambiguous, at least their clothes were intact. No hanky-panky.

Looking at Sylvanas's drawn sword, Duke was confused, his expression a blank slate.

Alleria was the one who reacted quickly and pointed at her calf, her face still red: "Sister, look, the bulge here is gone. Duke is actually..."

Now it was Sylvanas' turn to blush, a deep, mortified crimson: "I was wrong! So wrong! Sorry!"

The next moment, the whole person turned into a green stream of light and disappeared from the spot in an instant, fleeing the scene of her embarrassment.

Alleria glared at Duke fiercely: "Why don't you put my foot down!? You just made me look like a fool!"

"The treatment isn't over yet," Duke said, his voice calm, "If you let go now, your tendons will shrink back, and you'll be right back where you started."

Alleria blushed and gritted her teeth: "Hurry up. Just... hurry up."

"Yes!" Duke replied, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips.

Time goes back three minutes ago...

When Duke asked Alleria where it hurt.

"The knee, and here." Alleria pointed to her calf, where there was a noticeable bulge, a painful lump.

Duke was embarrassed: "Well... Sister, you haven't had cramps in such a long time?"

"Cramps? What are cramps?" The great troll killer, the Alleria, who has never been defeated in thousands of years, was as cute as a little loli at this moment, utterly clueless.

"You... you have never experienced the situation where you are exhausted and very tired, and then accidentally, the tendons here contract violently and curl up into a ball. It's like a charley horse."

"This... I've never tried it. I killed hundreds of trolls without even taking a breath. Never even broke a sweat."

"…"

Duke was speechless, his jaw on the floor. He couldn't believe it. And then Duke gently touched the sore spot on the big devil's knee and asked her what she did when she was injured. Duke was sure: "The cruciate ligament was strained and cramped... The most rare thing is that you can't pull the cramp back after such a long time. It's stubborn."

Cruciate ligament sprain, many football players had this injury before Duke crossed the line. It was nothing more than the leg moving too frequently, the ligaments could not bear the load, or they were too tired, resulting in the sprain of the two cross ligaments at the knee.

Of course, there is a more serious injury to the same part called cruciate ligament tear, which requires surgery, a long, painful recovery.

It must be said that as a family of high elf rangers, the Windrunners are really gifted with extraordinary physical fitness. Perhaps, if she had not encountered an opponent of the level of Howler, Alleria would never have injured her knee in her life. In fact, after the Holy Light treatment, the strain was basically recovered. The Holy Light itself will promote the healing of wounds.

Duke used the System AI to help scan carefully and confirmed that there was nothing wrong, so he stretched Alleria's muscles. Normal human muscles are a bit short, so it is enough to open the legs 90 degrees and then turn the feet forward. The problem is that the big devil's muscles are very soft and long, and it takes a full 150 degrees to stretch the pain point. As a result, just as the big devil was forced to stretch his muscles, Sylvanas came with a sword, ready to defend her sister's honor.

Duke had a look of complete confusion on his face. He was utterly bewildered.