Annan's screams came from a medical laboratory on the fourth floor underground.
"Hold it!"
Esdeath tightened the bandage on Annan's body again, "What kind of injury is this? It's not even half of what it was in the South China Sea."
"That's right, it's really nothing. You could beat me half to death in the South China Sea."
Annan was sitting on the bed, and Esdeath was wrapping a bandage on him.
Annan's injuries were indeed not serious, that is, there were some bone cracks in the skull, a few broken ribs, and a slight displacement of the internal organs. Of course, in addition, there were only some skin injuries.
"It's not like you're too tight."
Annan lifted up his mummified right arm with all his strength, "I can obviously recover quickly with Qingyan, but why do you have to wrap me up like this?"
"Using abilities will consume stamina. Even if you recover from all injuries, you will no longer be qualified to continue fighting after your stamina is exhausted."
Esdeath raised her hand and slapped Annan's right arm down, "You just used your ability to copy Marco's Qingyan, but you didn't completely copy the animal phantom beast. Without the physical fitness of the phantom beast, Qingyan
I’m not optimistic about the therapeutic effect in actual combat.”
"But bandage therapy is different. As long as you rest in it for a period of time, you can return to the battlefield in almost full strength."
Esdeath looked at Annan who was wrapped up into a big doll, nodded with satisfaction, then picked up Annan and moved him to the mirror.
"It's like emerging from a cocoon and becoming a butterfly. When you come out, your strength will definitely grow again."
"Well, to be honest, it's a bit much."
Annan looked at himself who couldn't fit in the entire mirror, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
I don’t know which medical master invented bandage therapy. The more bandages you wear on your body, the faster your recovery will be.
In Annan's memory, this is not in line with modern medicine at all, and of course, neither is ancient medicine. Instead, it is a bit like the bloodletting therapy in the Middle Ages, with a beauty of wanting to die rather than live.
But unlike bloodletting, this bandage really works. Who can I ask to explain it?
"Well, as long as you're happy," Annan sighed, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a patient in the next bed who was also wrapped in a mummy.
"This is... Heitong?" Annan looked at Heitong's pale face and asked doubtfully.
"It's her." Esdeath nodded, "She was already dying when she got here. Kurome said that all the blood in her body had been contaminated by biological weapons. She was saved after several bloodlettings and blood transfusions.
Killed her."
"Bloodletting? Blood transfusion?"
"Yes." Esdeath nodded, "All the blood in her body has gone bad. After Kurome drained the blood, he transfused her with new blood..."
"Stop, I won't listen anymore, it's my fault." Annan shook his body and interrupted.
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"Not all pirates are qualified to be imprisoned in the infinite hell on the sixth floor underground."
In an office on the first floor of the city, Hannibal was eating fried pork chop and said to Annan.
"Remember those pirates you captured in Shampoo Land?"
"Of course I remember that." Annan nodded, "You mean these people are not locked up in the sixth floor underground."
"Of course, even though they are supernovas, their level of harm is still far less than that of the heinous criminals on the sixth floor underground."
Hannibal chirped and continued.
“‘Killing Warrior’ Kira, ‘Monk’ Ulki, and ‘Red Flag’ Drake are imprisoned in the fourth level of scorching hell.”
"'Magician' Badgers Hawkins and 'Sea Ming' Skulachman Apu are imprisoned in the fifth level of arctic hell."
"Then Kidd is locked up on the sixth floor," Annan said.
"After all, this guy has a domineering look and deserves to be imprisoned in infinite hell." Hannibal finished eating the pork chop, wiped his mouth, and looked at Annan.
"But the 'Big Stomach Girl' Qiao Ellie Boney is special. She is right next door to us."