How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 166 The Regent was brutally attacked by the God of Medicine
Guilliman woke up with a start.

The first thing that returned to his consciousness was the dull pain in his neck.Since he woke up, the pain in the wound left by Fulgrim has been with him, inseparable - even when he was wearing the Armor of Destiny. After taking it off, this book It will only get more serious.Over such a long period of time, he had gradually become accustomed to enduring this, but whether it was his imagination or not, the pain seemed to inexplicably lessen after he regained consciousness.

He opened his eyes and saw the slightly chaotic furnishings in his room.He found himself somehow sitting on the high-backed chair in front of his desk, and the smell of blood that could not be ignored filled his nose and mouth.He twisted his neck slightly and found the touch of a bandage on the old wound, and immediately saw Diglis standing beside him, obviously in shock.

"What happened?" Guilliman asked, realizing then that his own voice sounded very tired.

"..." Diglis reflexively opened his mouth to answer, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it took a second before he actually made a sound, "...Sir, this is difficult to explain. "

"To put it simply, I borrowed some of the emperor's spiritual power to knock you down with one punch, and performed some minor surgery on you while you were unconscious." Asclepius couldn't hear the emotion. A leaning voice came from the direction of the bed, "By the way, your palace wizard is pretty good. When I was about to cut your neck open, he almost killed me."

"...If it hadn't been for that moment, I was convinced that the emperor had projected an omen to me..." Diglis was still a little incoherent, "Anyway, please don't do this again."

Asclepius seemed not to hear, and only stayed beside Corax, who was moved to bed at some point, doing things that Guilliman could not understand.He did not give any positive response to this sentence, but instead urged Diglis: "If you calm down, start performing your duties quickly."

"What is going on?" Guilliman asked in his normal voice.In fact, Asclepius's explanation was very clear, but he was still unable to correlate those two short sentences with his own experience well, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Seven minutes and 15 seconds." Diglis replied quickly. "During this period, Doctor Asclepius quickly extracted the toxin from your wound through... some means."

The director of the think tank gestured to the table next to Guilliman. The latter turned around and saw a small glass bottle placed slightly abruptly on his messy table. There was a little bit suspended in the air that completely defied the laws of physics. Pink-purple, inexplicably enchanting droplets.

"That's not all the toxins." Asclepius's voice came again, "That wound has been dragged out for too long. This toxin has become entangled with your body tissues and wants to completely separate them. It's definitely a big project to come out. But fortunately, your body and immune system... well, let's call it that, have developed resistance to this toxin. As long as I remove these toxins that are 'so much floating on the surface' from It is separated from the wound, and with your own functions, even if you don't do anything, the remaining residue will be eliminated by itself after half a month."

Guilliman unconsciously touched his neck and encountered the rough touch of gauze.The pain in the wound did subside, but when he saw the vial containing the "toxin", he still found it a little difficult to understand: Was it just this little thing that was torturing him for so long?

This thought only flashed in his mind for a moment.At the same moment, he also realized that Diglis had begun to "perform his duties" and collected some blood-stained cotton balls, gauze and other medical waste nearby; he realized that the environment near him might have been messed up by some force. After that, it was packed up again to almost the same appearance; he realized that the trash can that he had thrown a handkerchief into not long ago was somehow empty, and there were some traces of fire on the inner wall; he realized that he was currently lying on his bed. The feathers on Corax's back were shaking slightly, apparently not sleeping peacefully.

Still at the same moment, he once again sorted out all the information he had obtained during this period, and basically restored the general outline of his previous experiences.He couldn't say that he had no doubts about this, but after weighing it for "a period of time" in terms of the original body, he decided to let it go.

"How is my brother?" Guilliman asked in the next moment seen by the others.

"It's boring." Asclepius, who completely ignored the "emotions of the patient's family," commented, "The situation seems complicated and complicated, but in fact it is not challenging. It can be handled step by step, and it lacks universal clinical significance and Reference value. This is a completely lengthy mechanical work that may last two or three days."

Guilliman was a little angry, but considering the current situation, he barely suppressed his anger: "You know that's not what I meant." "If you are worried about the patient's condition, then there is no need." Asclepius was calm Said, "He is my patient now, and I will do my best. I am not so unprofessional as to let my emotional tendencies affect the stability of the Lingji surgery. But then again, I can cure everything I can." There are only those parts that I, as a 'doctor', can interfere with, and I can't help with the rest."

Guilliman nervously grasped the armrests of the high-backed chair, trying his best not to sound too eager: "What's going on?"

"To describe the symptoms, he tore his soul into more than 3000 pieces. The only good thing about the whole thing is that most of these fragments were caused by 'himself'. Although the process of reassembling is tedious, it is It doesn’t involve too much mystical cause and effect and interference, and it’s relatively easier to recover.”

Asclepius' tone was a little unhappy:

"However, dividing the soul independently is like cutting off one's own limbs with a knife. The pain and sequelae are even ten thousand times worse than the above behavior. I don't understand how someone can do this like eating and drinking, let alone I don’t understand how he managed to survive and even maintain a certain level of sanity after causing so much pain to himself, and I don’t bother to care. This is his own problem, and you can figure it out for yourself. Bar."

Guilliman was silent for a moment.No one knew how much he was thinking at this moment, but in the next second, he still tentatively asked: "Isn't there some psychiatric method -"

"I'm not a psychiatrist." Asclepius replied quickly. "With the advancement of time and medical technology, I do have some knowledge of the relevant knowledge, but I don't think I have such clinical qualifications - after all I'm obviously not mentally healthy myself."

Guilliman and Diglis showed the same complex expression almost at the same time, which can be summarized as "I didn't expect you to be self-aware of this."

No one actually said this, but the brief pause obviously caught Asclepius's attention.While performing the operation at hand, he quickly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the other two people in the room, and then sneered twice as if he understood everything:

"You guessed it right. I actually don't have any consciousness about it. It's just that Ritsuka Fujimaru sometimes tells me: 'Normal people wouldn't do this' - but I don't care about it."

Normal people would not knock the patient unconscious without saying a word and then treat him.In just a few minutes, Asclepius repeated this "normal person would not do this" operation twice in this room.

"I hate God." After that sentence, Asclepius complained immediately, "I also hate patients who are disobedient and have no self-respect. The patient I am currently treating even has both. ”

This made Guilliman stand up a little uneasily.

　Miwu (six o'clock)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)