This should be the most peaceful sleep that Boluogo has ever had in his life. It was like an angel was protecting him in his sleep. There was no feeling of fatigue or so-called headache. The whole person felt like waking up from a warm pool and opened his eyes.
The unfamiliar ceiling comes into view.
Hmm...okay, there's something wrong with this ceiling.
Boluogo sat up from the hospital bed alertly and looked around. He was in a ward, wearing a white and blue striped hospital gown.
The ceiling above the head is several meters high, and the wall on one side of the ward is a floor-to-ceiling window made of glass. Soft sunlight easily fills the room, making the tiled floor shine golden.
Outside the window is a grassland, where a patient is sitting on a bench basking in the sun. In the green field are raised woods, with lush branches spreading to the end of the horizon, and a hazy mist surrounds the mountain forest.
Wait a minute? Where is this?
Opos is a city full of smog and gloom, with cold steel and gray concrete everywhere. Such a green and lush environment can only be seen in some indoor greenhouses.
Isn’t this Opos?
Boluogo felt something bad and tried hard to recall the memories before he came. He remembered the stone bridge over the storm and his life-and-death struggle with Thorndike.
In my memory, I hammered Thorndike to death, and then chatted with Palmer about what happened next.
Yes, they were going to have a drink at the Undead Club. Bologo felt that the fact that a great revenge had to be avenged could be used as a reason to celebrate.
So...why are you here? Are you suffering from alcohol poisoning?
No matter how hard Bologo tried to recall, his memory was still blank. He thought he might have been addicted to alcohol, and his hangover caused him to lose his memory during the period.
Bursts of snoring sounded from the hospital bed next to him. Boluogo opened the curtain and saw a familiar figure sleeping soundly with the quilt in his arms. In his sleep, he even stretched out his hand to scratch his buttocks.
"Wake up! Palmer!"
Burlogo slapped Palmer out of his sleep. The unfortunate guy had no idea what was going on, and he sat upright.
His body woke up, but his consciousness was still a few steps slower. He sat there with a confused look on his face for a while, and then he yelled out...
"ah!"
Palmer covered his face and screamed.
"Stop shouting, where is this? What's going on?" Burlogo grabbed Palmer's shoulders and shook him hard.
Palmer gradually came back to his senses and looked at Burlogo, who screamed again.
"Doctor! He's awake!"
…
After Palmer's nagging and embellishing, Bologo probably understood what all this was about.
"Wow, you were really handsome when you said we were going to have a drink together, but before you were done, you passed out. If it weren't for my quick eyesight and quick hands, you would have fallen into the bottom of the valley."
Palmer said with a regretful look on his face. It was unclear whether he regretted his passing out or not being able to have a drink.
"According to our subsequent physical examination of your body, to be precise, you did not faint at that time, but died. Of course, this does not seem to make much difference to you. It is just a interruption of continuous memory."
Beside the hospital bed, the woman held the medical record and explained to Boluogo.
Burlogo observed the woman. She was the "doctor" called by Palmer. She wore a medical hat on her head, with a few strands of black hair falling from the edges. A mask covered her face, and a loose white coat covered her body.
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"The ether was depleted, the body lost a lot of blood, several fatal injuries and multiple fractures, as well as countless external injuries..."
Looking at the words written above, the doctor couldn't help but marvel at the power of the undead. Taking one of these injuries alone, they would be enough to kill an ordinary person. As a result, they were all superimposed on one person, and this guy was just sleeping.
It took two days to recover.
"According to the information provided by the Field Support Department, the injury that has the greatest impact on you is ether depletion, which directly causes the activation of your 'gift' to become sluggish.
For this reason, we place you in a high-concentration ether environment, allowing you to absorb the ether on your own and resurrect from the dead."
"Did this take two days?"
Boluogo didn't expect that the depletion of ether would have such a great impact on him, and that it would actually take so long for his resurrection.
This world is filled with ether, which is everywhere. Even ordinary people will accumulate a certain amount of ether in their bodies over time.
The reason why Boluogo was able to quickly resurrect from the dead before was because he was not a condenser and could not mobilize the only ether in his body, and all these ethers were used to activate the "gift".
In the battle with Thorndike, Boluogo not only exhausted his own ether, but also squandered all the accumulated soul fragments. No wonder his resurrection was so slow.
"No, it actually took you a few hours to revive, but you were still in a coma. We observed you for a while, and all the data were within the normal range... You might just be too tired and fell asleep from exhaustion."
"I slept for two whole days without moving, as if I were dead," Palmer interjected.
"too tired?"
Boluogo was a little surprised, he didn't expect it to be because of this kind of thing.
But after feeling it carefully, Boluogo felt that he felt a lot more relaxed. Not only was he physically tired, but he was also mentally tired. Only then did he realize that his mind had never been lighter, like a soft ball.
Cotton, floating in the air.
After so long, I was finally able to relax.
"So, where is this place?" Bologo thought of his first priority.
"Border Sanatorium."
Gu Hao
The doctor introduced it like a salesman, as if the next step was to ask Bologo if he wanted to apply for any insurance.
"This hospital is located in the countryside of Opos. It is protected by the 'virtual domain', so there is no need to worry about safety. The main service targets here are everyone in the field department, providing treatment and follow-up recuperation for you."
The doctor said as he revealed the emblem on his chest. The main body of the emblem is a cross-section of human brain tissue. The left and right brains are spread out, and the middle is connected by the corpus callosum like an insect egg. Two tentacles extend from the upper end of the egg...
The shape of the seal suddenly became distorted and blurred in Boluogo's eyes. He was shocked to find that the elements in front of him formed a butterfly with spread wings. The butterfly wings representing the left and right brains were covered with complicated patterns composed of brain sulci.
, among the concavities and convexities, the gyri and sulci look like a group of snakes crawling on the wings of a butterfly.
"By the way, this is also where the medical department of the Order Bureau belongs."
"I thought all departments of the Bureau of Order were located in the 'Ken Room'."
Boluogo looked at the scenery outside the window. This is a scenery that can only be seen on the border of Opos, a land not covered by clouds and haze.
"Not all departments are in the 'Reclamation Room'. When we were conducting some spiritual research, we would be interfered by the 'Reclamation Room', so we moved here many years ago."
The doctor continued to explain, but she did not explain what the interference from the "kenshi" was.
"This department has considerable defense power and is protected by a large "virtual domain". The "virtual domain" covering here was established by the sublimation furnace core based on the "Kenshi". Please rest assured.
If you want to return to Kenshi, we have a subway underground that leads directly to Kenshi, and it will take you back to Kenshi in about twenty minutes."
Boluogo nodded, he still knew about this.
The "Kenshi" building has more than just a front entrance and an exit. Deep underground, it is also connected to the Opos subway network, which allows you to quickly reach any area of Opos from some "exclusive lines".
"Do you have any questions?" the doctor finally asked.
"No...no more."
"OK."
As the doctor spoke, he stretched out his hand and announced his name and identity.
"Rachel Cindy is currently the deputy minister of the medical department. We will have many opportunities to contact him in the future, Mr. Lazarus."
Probably because he was too relaxed, Boluogo didn't react for a moment. He also stretched out his hand and held the woman's hand together, with a slight coldness in the softness.
When Rachel left the ward, Bologna realized belatedly that the person who had just arrived was a deputy minister.
"What's wrong with you? Are you excited?"
Palmer lay on his side on the bed, looked at Bologg who was staring at his palm, and asked in a strange tone.
Bologna directly ignored Palmer's nonsense, "I'm just a little surprised that the minister is so young, and he doesn't look very powerful."
Rachel gave Burrowgo an absolute sense of rationality, and combined with her tall figure and long legs, she was like a walking lancet.
Wait, Lancet?
Boluogo shook his head hard, and then looked at Palmer with a confused look. Maybe it was because he had been acting with Palmer for a long time, and sometimes his thinking seemed to be contaminated by Palmer, with all kinds of strange things.
Adjectives and absurd ideas constantly.
"What do you see me doing?"
Palmer was stunned by Burlogo's serious gaze. He immediately sat upright and fastened the buttons.
Boluogo ignored Palmer, his eyes still stayed on the door, recalling the leaving figure.
Think about it, the Bureau of Order includes almost all the extraordinary elites of the Rhine League. With so many elites, it is inevitable that there will be a few geniuses... such as Bailey.
When he thought of that woman, bursts of weird laughter sounded in Boluogo's mind, as if the woman was laughing and running in circles around him.
As for whether it is strong or not, the entire Order Bureau, except for some departments that need to conduct field operations, does not seem to care much about rank.
"By the way, don't you want to ask anything?"
Boluogo turned his attention to Palmer again. On that stormy night, he dragged this unlucky man onto the pirate ship and walked with him through hell.
Before, Borlog might have felt distant from Palmer, but when he looked confident and told himself that we would definitely catch the train, Borlog truly regarded Palmer as a friend and partner.
"What's the question?" This idiot obviously didn't understand what Boluogo meant.
"But," Palmer said soon, "when you wake up, you feel a lot more cheerful than before."
Palmer tilted his head and looked at Boluogo's face and blue eyes.
"If you were a murderer with a bad face before... now you are most likely to have a bad face."
Before the storm, Bologg always had a gloomy and sharp look in his eyes, as if all the evil was hidden under the darkness of his eyes. But now those rolling malices have disappeared, and now Bologg can be regarded as an indifferent and cool man at best.
"Well, that's pretty good," Palmer said with his arms crossed, "Little girls these days really like your type."
The atmosphere fell silent.
In the past, Bologg might have ignored Palmer, or told him to be more serious, but this time Bologg raised his forehead slightly and muttered.
"very popular?"
"Yes, very popular."
The two looked at each other briefly, and Burlogo couldn't help but laugh. Then Palmer started laughing too, and the two of them laughed endlessly.