Герольд (Radionich)

Finally, Harold asked if he could help in any way, as he really wanted to annoy those drunkards who were disturbing his sleep.

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Finally, Harold asked if he could help in any way, as he really wanted to annoy those rebels who were disturbing his sleep.

“Need some help? Well, volunteers are always welcome, especially since I have a bad feeling about this,” said the gendarme, stepping into the building.

Herald followed him.

Inside, everything looked the same as before. The gendarme approached the tavern keeper. “Alright, I understand. Hey, volunteer, quickly fetch a doctor!”

>(, having to run around looking for a doctor, that's just great - thought Harold)
- But where is the doctor, I'm not from around here.

Zhanzharm had already started pumping the innkeeper's stomach, as a knife had been found in his abdomen. He looked at Harold with surprise.
--Of course, in the hospital!

ayyyshhh, what kind of joke is this? - I'm telling you, I'm not from around here, and I don't know where your hospital is. And why would I need a hospital, for a corpse? XD

--Alright, go on, run, -- he pointed at the drunkard. The drunkard had already sobered up enough to run relatively quickly in the right direction.
--Then, if you want to help, give him artificial respiration; he's still alive, although he's lost a lot of blood.

You're just being ridiculous, and you're making me laugh. I'm even a bit confused.

No, everything is fine. There's a bit of irony, but that's just the storytelling style.