In Sean's eyes, the Great Knight is the best patient. You only need to eliminate some of the more deadly hidden dangers and wounds to ensure that you are not infected. You don't even need to use hemostatic drugs, and its powerful body functions will heal automatically.
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If the body's nutritional supply can be ensured, the strong recovery power brought by a strong physique is more effective than any special medicine.
However, the patient is in a deep coma and has no way to supplement food and can only rely on the body's past accumulation.
This was not a problem for Sean. He was possessed by the God of Cooking on the spot, and combined his alchemy and cooking skills to quickly cook a pot of high-calorie, highly nutritious liquid food, with a bunch of medicinal materials for nourishing qi and blood added to it.
The hose is inserted into the esophagus and poured directly into the other person's stomach.
The most amazing thing is that this method, which is full of nonsense, not only does not torture people to death, but also has miraculous effects.
Mr. Valesta Butcher woke up on the third day and was able to go to the ground on the fifth day. This kind of recovery speed was almost unparalleled. Even Sean, the person involved, was stunned. No matter how monster the knight's body was,
Maybe even a champion knight wouldn't be able to achieve this level of monsters. I can only say that the nutritious porridge I cooked played a huge role in it.
Sean made up his mind to do some research in this area when he has time. If it is done well, what is the difference between this and the blood bottle in the game? Minor injuries and illnesses are not taken seriously at all. A can of nutritious meal
After half a day, I was resurrected with full blood, which is terrifying just thinking about it.
The first thing the Valesta Butcher can do when he can move is to eat, and he is not picky. He is not afraid of all kinds of high-calorie and highly nutritious food. His body is criss-crossed with wounds like fishing nets. They look the same every day. It is estimated that it will not take more than two days.
Within weeks, most cases can be cured.
The only bad news is that although the Butcher of Valesta was revived, he had a brain problem. Not only did he have complete amnesia, but his IQ also dropped significantly. Sean's top dog, General Patton, could beat him eight blocks away.
At the level of a seven or eight-year-old child, Sean repeatedly checked his brain and found no obvious fatal trauma.
The problem probably lies inside his brain. There are rumors that he took suspected hallucinogenic drugs before entering the arena. It seems that the rumors are not groundless.
But the current Valesta Butcher obviously couldn't figure out the reason.
I don't know because Sean has been using magic power to help him relieve congestion, so he has a natural sense of familiarity.
After waking up again, the first thing I saw was Sean, and I actually developed a sense of dependence on him.
This situation made Sean very helpless, but Angie Beina was mad with jealousy. She also fought hard all day and night without blinking an eye. Why did such a good thing happen to Sean?
"Sir, I don't know if I need help? Is it medical treatment or medical treatment?"
Seeing someone walking towards the medical clinic, the young lobby manager Elle took two quick steps and greeted him with a smile on his face. His outstanding performance recently was greatly appreciated by Sean.
Now there are more and more complicated things in the medical center, and we need someone who is quick-witted and quick-witted to help, so we directly transferred him here. So far, he has lived up to Sean's expectations. He has handled many trivial matters in an all-round way and is full of enthusiasm.
A burst of cleverness.
"Humph, untouchable." The young man in charge, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, didn't even look at Eller. He had an aloof air about him, and the disdain came from his nose.
A guard next to him in a dazzling silver armor stood between Eller and the young man in fine clothes. He said with an angry look on his face: "Can you speak? Which of your eyes sees that we are sick or injured?"
Elle has long been accustomed to this kind of person, and was not affected at all. He still smiled and said: "It should be beaten, I said the wrong thing, what can I do for you?"
"Call your boss out." Just like a master, there are servants. The master has a condescending look, and the guards are no exception. They look like I can't tell you.
"I'm sorry, our boss is currently treating patients. I'm afraid he doesn't have time to receive you two. Please Haihan, if you need anything, you can tell me and I will try my best to meet your needs."
Eller is neither humble nor arrogant. Are you kidding me? If a cat or a dog shows up at random, he will call his boss out. His boss will be busy to death, and what use will he have?
"You? Who do you think you are?"
The guard's brows knitted together. Obviously, Aile's repeated obstructions made him very dissatisfied. The most important thing was that his young master had shown a trace of impatience. If he left an impression of incompetence in the other party's mind, he had just been promoted.
The captain of the guard who came up was probably about to die.
"I'm a waiter here. If you need anything, you can tell me directly. If you really need to see our boss, I will naturally inform you."
Seeing that the other party looked like he was just causing trouble, Eller was not to be outdone. Ever since he accidentally learned of Angie Beina's identity, he had become much more rigid. Duke Borg's illegitimate daughter was in his backyard, in Solo City.
, what else do they have to fear?
"Herbert? Is Herbert really you? Are you really not dead?"
The young man in fine clothes who had been looking up at the sky at a forty-five angle, otherwise it would not be enough to show his arrogance, shouted in surprise, his tone full of disbelief and surprise.
The person he was talking to was none other than the Great Knight Valesta Butcher, whom Sean and Angie Beina had rescued from death not long ago.
Although the Butcher of Valesta's injuries have not fully recovered, they are no longer serious. His strong physique will do the rest. Although his head was injured, his physical fitness was not affected at all.
Zhou's crazy eating and drinking made him seem to have gained weight.
The Valesta Butcher is considered the most laid-back person in the entire medical clinic. He spends half of the day sunbathing with General Patton, the head dog, and spends the rest of the day eating and looking for food. It is now his noon
During the meal, I habitually went to see Eller with Barton, but I didn't want to bump into the young man in the rich clothes.
Elle next to him felt his heart skip a beat and screamed secretly that the real owner had come to the door. He didn't dare to neglect him, so he ran towards the backyard while they didn't pay attention to him. He really couldn't handle this matter.
In their eyes, Ayler was just a dispensable little transparent person. Neither the young man in fine clothes nor his captain of the bodyguard noticed Ayler's departure. Even if they did, most of them wouldn't care. Now their attention is all
Attracted to the resurrection of the dead butcher of Valesta.
They watched each other being tortured to death by the champion knight Starbuck, and their whole bodies turned into lumps of flesh and metal. When they first heard that the Butcher of Valesta was not dead, the young man in Chinese clothes thought that the other party had done it deliberately.
Taunting him, he was so angry that he flipped the table on the spot and almost failed to duel with the opponent.
But one after another, people told him that his captain of the bodyguard was not dead, but was revived by an organization called the Medical Center in collusion with the corpse collector. Swindi began to be doubtful and came here with the mentality of giving it a try.
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After all, Sir Herbert has been loyal to his family for many years. During this time, he has been having a headache about how to explain to his father and Sir Herbert's father, a veteran champion knight.
If they knew that they were addicted to gambling in gladiatorial games and owed a lot of debt and had to force their captain of the bodyguard to participate in the gladiatorial games, it would have a fatal impact on their inheritance rights, and their good brothers would definitely take advantage of this.
to attack yourself.
If Sir Herbert had not died, things would have been much simpler. Even if his dark background was exposed, he could still get over it by relying on his mother's family connections.
Unexpectedly, not long after they entered the door, Sir Herbert appeared in front of them. Although he had now become a big bald man, his face was covered with criss-crossing and very penetrating red scars, which was different from his originally pretty face.
It's far away, but the opponent's huge stature is unmistakable.
Swindi was overjoyed, but the other party's reaction left him a little confused. The other party just glanced at him and didn't respond to his call at all. It was like seeing a stranger who had nothing to do with him and walked aside.
go.
This made Swindi very angry. Damn it, this was a slap in the face to him, because he let him participate in the gladiatorial fight and caused him to almost die, so he was resentful of him.
But when I played before, I wasn't unhappy when I saw you. Instead, I was more excited than anyone else every time.
It was indeed him who asked him to participate in the gladiatorial competition, but the brutal behavior in the arena was not his instigation. For this, he was full of complaints and offended many slave owners.
If it was just a normal fight without such cruel methods, it would not provoke the revenge of the champion knight Starbuck, and naturally there would be no follow-up. Now they can not only pay off their gambling debts, but also have a surplus.
Everything is ruined in your hands, and you still have the nerve to turn away from me. Besides, I am your master. Even if something goes wrong, you should not treat me with this attitude.
"Sir Herbert, don't forget who you are."
The newly promoted captain of the guard, in order to show his presence, rebuked loudly. In fact, he felt as if he had swallowed a bitter pill in his heart. He did not expect that the rumors were true. Herbert was really not dead. He had only served as a guard for less than two weeks.
The long reckoning has come to an end.
The Butcher of Valesta's reaction was even more extreme. He didn't even turn his head and seemed to turn a deaf ear.
Swindi's lungs were so angry that he roared loudly: "Herbert, don't push yourself too far, I order you to come over and see me."
The Valesta butcher rubbed his nose like a dog, his scarred face showed a simple and innocent smile, and he slurped his saliva and said: "Baozi, I like Baozi, I like Baozi the most."
Sure enough, as soon as he turned the corner, there was a large basket of fat, white buns placed on his dining table. The Valesta butcher didn't sit down even if there was a seat. He sat cross-legged on the ground, opened his arms from left to right, picked up the steaming buns and started eating.
He stuffed buns as big as an adult's fist into his mouth, and half of them were gone in the blink of an eye.
"Woof...woo..." Barton growled in dissatisfaction.
The Valesta butcher then hesitantly picked the smallest bun, handed it to Barton and said: "The bun is yours, eat it."
Barton glanced at the Valesta butcher with disdain, jumped up on the table, picked one with thin skin and lots of stuffing, and ate it by himself.
The Valesta butcher was not angry. Seeing that Barton didn't want what he gave, he stuffed it into his mouth with his backhand. He ate it with gusto and ignored the furious Swindi next to him.