Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1541: Dream is broken in Qiming (20)

Chapter 1541 The dream is broken in Qiming (twenty)

"What? Want me to operate on this kid?"

In the medical room, Constantine is busy arranging a bottle of painkillers neatly in the medicine cabinet. After finishing everything, he turned his head slowly and looked at the cat boy Mutter who had just been carried in on a stretcher.

Mutter is actually in a coma now, and he doesn't even have the strength to talk nonsense before. His face was flushed, his head was sweating, and his body was burning like fire. Even ordinary people who don't understand medical theory should be able to see how critical Mutter's condition is, let alone a doctor like Constantine.

However, Constantine remained indifferent, without the slightest concern.

"First of all, why do you want me to operate on him?" He asked, "It's not far from the hospital in Cairo. If you need it, you can still borrow a transport boat from here to get to the hospital. /

Secondly, this kitten is obviously not a member of the Knights of Great Britain, and it has nothing to do with the round table trial. I don't have time to operate on an unknown civilian. "

"Please, you must do this!" Albert pleaded with embarrassment: "I can't take Mutter to the hospital in Cairo, where there are many people waiting to kill him! You are me The only person I can ask for!"

"Is this true? I always think you're just too nervous." Constantine raised his eyebrows: "How can there be so many conspiracy theories in this world, and who has the time to harm an unarmed person? Li child. Forget it, don't waste my time, hurry up and take this child to a regular hospital on a transport boat."

"No!" Albert knew that such persuasion was far from enough to convince the other party, so he had to get down on his knees and said, "What I said is true! If I wasn't desperate, I wouldn't. Come here and beg you!"

Constantine was stunned for a moment: "Hmph...Since you've already kneeled down for me, I'll just believe what you said. However, my point of view has not changed, and I have no responsibility or obligation to heal and heal Characters I don't want to close. Unless------"

"Unless?"

"Unless you can prove that he has some kind of kinship with you," Constantine continued.

"It couldn't be simpler." Albert replied without hesitation, "I am the guardian of this kid."

"What? You?" So Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, smiled. He looked at the young cat man, and then looked at the young tiger man again. This unreliable little tiger looks like he can't even take care of himself, so what is someone else's guardian?

"Are you his father? Brother? Relative? Or something else?" So, the Knights of the Round Table asked sarcastically, "Do you really understand the definition of [guardian]?"

"Of course I understand." The tiger pouted angrily: "This kid was originally a slave. Father Sphinx saved him from the slave owner and became this kid in disguise. The owner of . And then meow... Daddy Sphinx [gives] this kid to me.

So, legally, I now [own] this kid. Saying I'm his slave owner... doesn't seem right? But anyway, I am his legal guardian. If you disagree with this, you can contact Daddy Sphinx yourself to confirm it afterwards. "

"Interesting." Constantine then squeezed out a sneer: "Since you said that, I'll assume you are his guardian. The relatives of the candidates in the round table trial also enjoy the benefit of being healed--- ---There doesn't seem to be a logical error in this. Okay, I'll operate on him. But before that------"

He stared at the tiger's shoulder. "Sit down on the hospital bed here. Let me check your shoulder first. It's bleeding like that. The wound inside will probably affect you this afternoon. Let's fight."

"Me? I really have nothing to do with you---- in short, you should operate on Mutter first!"

Constantine ignored Albert, and had already given the order to the nurse on the side: "Prepare antibiotics and mucous membrane contact disinfectant. Send it to the sterile room for preparation, and put 50 units of Analgesics for general paralysis."

After listening to the precise and brief explanation from the attending physician, the medical staff quickly moved Mutter from the stretcher to the hand-pushed medical bed and sent him into the operating room.

"Before the operation starts, it will take some time to prepare." Constantine then turned around and promised Albert: "But don't worry, if you can send that child to me, I promise He can be cured. He won't die. Now take off your shirt and let me see your wound."

Albert said nothing and deferentially attempted to remove his jersey. However, only then did he realize that one of his arms was not obeying orders at all, so he had to tear off the clothes with one hand. And he felt scared when the clothes were torn off, because the whole jersey had already been dyed red with blood, and there was barely enough blood to wring out.

"This bandage..." Constantine was more concerned about the heavy bandage on Albert's shoulder. Normally, bandaged like this, no matter how severe the wound is, it should have stopped the bleeding. Such a heavy bandage also caused such severe bleeding, one can imagine how serious the wound inside is.

The Knights of the Round Table brought surgical scissors and skillfully helped Albert remove the bandage on his shoulder. Seeing the tragic state under the bandages, Constantine couldn't help frowning: "Don't look away, you'd better not look at this."

In fact, during the whole process of bandaging, Albert hardly felt any pain. After all, his wound was covered with a pain-relieving medical gel, and there was also local anesthesia. However, Constantine's extra sentence aroused Albert's curiosity. Cats are so virtuous that they are easily killed by curiosity. Tigers are no exception. The more the other party told the tiger man youth to look away, the more Albert was driven by curiosity, he squinted to examine the wound with his peripheral vision.

The sight frightened him.

The small wound on his shoulder had deteriorated to an appalling level. The fierce competition just now caused Albert to tear his wound several times before he knew it. The original small laceration has now turned into a large crack where the bones can be seen, and the surrounding muscles are even broken and glued into a mess! Blood was pouring out from several arteries that were almost festering, and the scene was truly terrifying!

"Huh!------" Albert fainted from fright as soon as he glanced at it.

"Ha, that's really helpful." Constantine was relieved to see the tiger fainted without anesthesia. With a calm face, he turned his head to the group of medical staff and said, "Send this guy into the operating room too. Prepare for blood transfusion and local anesthesia. Bone saws, plates, nails and bone braces are also taken out for spares.-- ----Hurry up!"

Professional medical staff quickly and accurately carried out the orders of the Knights of the Round Table, sending the fainted tiger into the operating room within seconds.

Meanwhile, South Africa.

Arthur and Bedivere have reached the South African border on their dragoons. As soon as the airship stopped, someone from Great Britain came to meet him.

"Pull into the parking lot and keep a low profile." King Arthur jumped from the dragoon and also put on his half-covered mask, completely covering half of his face above the nose.

"Actually, I think you're even more low-key like this, Aslan." Bedivere also said after getting off the dragon ride.

"There is no way, there are many people in this country who recognize my face." The King of Knights shrugged.

The werewolf looked around at this time, and a huge city appeared in front of him. Pretoria, the capital of South Africa, has truly become an international metropolis. It is full of high-rise buildings, busy with traffic, prosperous business, and noisy day and night. The scale of business development in the city is even larger than that of London.

"South Africa? It's really rich," Bedivere whispered.

Arthur walked to the edge of the city: "Must be. South Africa's mining industry is very developed, and gems and oil make more than 100 billion in book profits for South Africa every year."

"On the book?" The werewolf youth who followed King Arthur moved his ears tactfully, "That is to say, the number on the book is also quite large?"

"Yes, it's smuggling." The king of knights was strutting on the sidewalk in the center of the city, not caring at all about the dust thrown up by the passing vehicles: "You also understand that in this era, various This kind of teleportation has been very developed. Even if the enchantment to prevent teleportation is set up on the border, we still cannot completely eliminate the point-to-point teleportation using the portal. In fact, South Africa has seven trillion worth of gemstones every year through the portal. Flowing into European countries~IndoMTL.com~ These goods have not been inspected by customs at all, and no customs duties have been reported, and the taxes have been stolen by profiteers. It is precisely because of this that South Africa is prosperous today."

Bediver frowned: "Isn't there any way to stop them?"

"Generally difficult." The King of Knights hummed: "High-priced items, such as gemstones, must be barcoded with marking magic during the production process. This is the [birth certificate] of the gemstone itself. With the [birth certificate] , and an [entry certificate] is required to be legally sold abroad. If either of the two is missing, no matter how valuable the gem itself is, it can only be sold on the black market. In the black market, its value will be It has dropped a lot. But even so, there are still many people who want to buy things cheaply in the black market. Great Britain has been suppressing the domestic black market in recent years, and the results are quite remarkable. But as long as these guys who do business in the black market are profitable, It will always spring up like mushrooms after a rain, and it will never be suppressed."

Speaking of this, Bedivere cleared his throat. He was ashamed. He also bought a lot of things in the black market in Cairo, and even the iron cavalry was bought from the black market. Among those who are greedy for cheap, he is also counted.

"We're here." As if he knew what Bedivere was thinking, the King of Knights sneered, interrupting the werewolf youth's thoughts, and stopped in front of a bar.