"[Palmidis], can you receive my signal?" Before the Dragoon had stopped, the King of Knights shouted. His voice was transmitted to the British battleship through the Dragoon's intercom.
"Roger, Your Majesty!" The voice of Knight of the Round Table Cador came from the intercom.
"Follow the signal from Bedivere's bracelet and send a medical team over immediately!" King Arthur ordered again.
That's right, there is actually no need to rush the wounded back for treatment!
As long as this closed area is opened, King Arthur and the others can communicate with the outside world. As long as the signal is received, the medical team can rush over to save people!
In just half a minute, the portal opened next to the werewolf. Kador rushed out with a large group of rescue workers, shouting angrily: "Who needs first aid?!"
Bedivere turned his attention to Tristan lying on the ground.
"Prepare the stretcher! Send him to the emergency room!!" The medical staff began to work in an orderly manner.
"Hmph." Arthur jumped on the dragon rider: "There is no need to worry about Tristan's situation. Let's go back."
"I'll go with you too." Bedivere stepped half-way into the portal: "Maybe there is still a place where I can be used."
"You?" King Arthur glanced at the werewolf suspiciously, and then immediately smiled: "Okay, I will go with you. Ivan, you are responsible for driving my dragon ride back."
"I obey, Your Majesty." The half-dragon young man jumped onto the dragon cavalry and drove it away.
Arthur and Bedivere followed the medical team through the portal, and suddenly returned to the British battleship, [Attack on the Palamedes].
The werewolf came to his senses and found himself standing in front of the operating room.
"Everyone, get out of the way! The rescue is about to begin!!" The medical staff carried Tristan into the operating room on a stretcher. The red light in front of the operating room door lit up, and the first aid began!
"Don't worry, he will get better." Arthur patted Bedivere on the shoulder and said.
"Actually... that's not the case." Kador on the side stared intently at the electronic notepad in his hand, with a stern look on his face: "Have you forgotten, Your Majesty? Tristan's blood type is the rare AB negative.
And he is also a fishman. There is no other mermaid or fishman with AB negative blood type on this battleship who can give him a blood transfusion."
"Isn't it possible to use substitute blood?" Arthur muttered.
"Substitute blood is not a panacea. He has lost too much blood. He must have fresh, biological blood to replenish it, otherwise..."
"This." While Arthur and Cador were talking, Bedivere had found paper and pen from nowhere, wrote a note, and sealed the note firmly with another piece of paper. He put
The note was wrapped so tightly that outsiders could not see the contents of the note.
"You have a transmission system, right?" The werewolf handed the sealed note to Kador, "Please give this to Archmage Merlin immediately. He will know what to do after reading this letter."
"
"You... have a way?" Kador looked at the young werewolf doubtfully.
"I can't guarantee anything, I can only take a gamble." Bedivere said: "At the same time, draw blood from me first."
Knight of the Round Table Kador gave the werewolf another look: "You can't lose your blood directly to Tristan."
"Do as you say, Cador." King Arthur urged: "Bedivere must have his reasons for saying this. Now we can only believe him."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Cador ordered someone to deliver the letter, and at the same time summoned several medical staff to send Bediville to draw blood.
Ten minutes later.
"Huh, it's so close, so close." Prime Minister Merlin walked out of the operating room with a relaxed look on his face: "If I had been a minute late, the kid would have died."
Arthur looked at Merlin: "So...blood transfusion really works?"
The mage smiled mysteriously from the King of Knights and said with half-squinted eyes: "Someone said in his letter that I couldn't tell you, so I'll just keep silent."
Kador looked incredulous: "It's unbelievable! Can the blood of a werewolf really be lost to a fish-man?"
Merlin shook his head slightly. It was not that simple.
The reason why Bedivere's blood was able to be transfused into Tristan's body was because Merlin did some tricks.
In other words, part of the mermaid prince's blood originally flowed in the werewolf Bedivere's body. Although he couldn't remember it, Merlin found that he had done something similar before - taking the processed Tristan's blood.
Infused into Bedivere's body.
So, Merlin just did this operation in reverse. He purified the part of Bedivere's blood that contained Tristan's blood, and reinfused it back into Tristan's body, saving the fishman prince's life.
"Who is that kid?" Merlin looked at the exhausted Bedivere lying in the medical room in disbelief. The mithril prosthesis on the werewolf's left arm was undoubtedly a product of Merlin, but it was too big.
But the mage couldn't remember that he had ever made such a thing for a werewolf. Everything was so illogical, as if part of the memory in his mind had been wiped out of thin air.
"I want to know too." Arthur also looked at the sleeping werewolf and snorted.
"Anyway," Arthur handed the fragments of the Holy Grail to Merlin: "Thanks to Bediville, we have gained a lot from this trip. You can go back to this safest place and organize an expedition."
.We want to explore areas that have not been carefully explored before."
"Asshole. Don't you think I have enough work?" Prime Minister Merlin groaned and put away the Holy Grail fragments. He looked unhappy, but in fact he was very excited.
At this time, Bedivere's eyelids moved and he had woken up.
"Ugh..." The werewolf climbed out of bed regardless of the medical staff's dissuasion.
"Tough guy." Arthur walked over to check on the werewolf: "With the blood transfusion you just gave Tristan, plus the injuries from the previous battle, ordinary people would have died twice. Even so, you still have to persevere.
?"
"I'm fine, don't worry." Bediwell put on his coat: "There will be an exam tomorrow, I'll go to the hotel to rest first."
King Arthur nodded and said: "Go ahead, I will give you a reward later."
The [Attack Palamedes] was anchored on the outskirts of Cairo, very close to the Cairo Grand Hotel. Bedivere came down from the battleship's teleportation beam and returned to the hotel without walking far.
As soon as he opened the door to his room, he heard the sound of someone discussing. Entering the hall of the deluxe room, the werewolf saw the magic swordsman Solar and the white bear Elaine... fighting
poker.
"Hey hey hey, I *burp*, I won!" Elaine sat cross-legged on the carpet in the center of the living room. He was shirtless, blushing, giggling while dropping the playing cards in his hand. He
I thought I had a good hand, but in fact it was just a bad hand, and I couldn't even come up with a single trick.
"Yes, yes, you win, my friend." Solar suppressed a smile, put away the poker, and started shuffling the cards.
"What are you doing?" Bedivere couldn't help complaining loudly: "Uh, Solar, did you make Elaine drink?"
"I didn't." The magic swordsman said innocently: "I only invited him to drink juice. I didn't expect him to get drunk while drinking."
"Those juices are high in sugar?"
"The sugar content is very high...probably." Solar himself couldn't tell clearly, and he had never drunk it.
"Hehehehe, okay, it's so sweet!" The white bear man smiled stupidly, shook his head, picked up the newly dealt cards and took a look.
Bediwell found a chair and sat down: "The stomachs of the White Bears have a special structure. If they eat too many sweet things at one time, the sugar will ferment in the stomach and turn into alcohol."
"Meow hahahaha, I won again!" Elaine showed the bad cards in his hand again, "Tong, flush!"
This is not a straight flush at all. This is simply not a straight flush. The five cards 2, 4, 6, 8, and 10 almost each have the same pattern. It is unprecedentedly messy. Bediwell wondered how blind this guy must be to do this.
Is this considered a flush?
"Haha, you win again. It's so awesome, my friend." Solar smiled bitterly and echoed: "Now, since your roommate has come back, it's time for me to go back too."
"Wait, what? Are you going to leave this guy in my care and walk away?!" Bedivere was already exhausted, but he didn't expect to have to take care of the drunk Ice Bear Man, and he was very upset.
"But I really have to go back and rest--" Solar looked helpless.
"Ah, ah, don't go~" Elaine stood up when he saw the magic swordsman and walked over, "How about playing cards with Bedivere, it's so boring! I want to play cards with Mr. Solar!"
"It's really unfair for you to play cards with me because it's boring." The werewolf gave the white bear a blank look.
"I have a way to make him quieter," Solar walked to the White Bear Man: "Elaine, be good, stop playing around. It's already very late today, it's time to go to bed."
"But......"
Solar stretched out his hands and gently rubbed the temples on both sides of the White Bear Man's forehead a few times. Then he rubbed behind the White Bear Man's ears, and then pressed a finger under the Bear Man's nose.
"Ha------" One second Elaine was still lively, and the next second his eyelids began to fall down, and he fell to the ground with a snap and fell asleep.
"Acupoint acupuncture?" Bedivere looked at Solar's acupuncture techniques warily and asked in a low voice.
"This will allow him to sleep well until dawn." Solar nodded.
Unexpectedly, Bediwell complained angrily: "Why didn't you use such a trick earlier?!"
Solar turned to look at the werewolf with an innocent face: "But, he seemed to be having a lot of fun just now."
"Ouch..." Bedivere was so angry that he screamed. Solar was actually quite similar to Elaine, he always seemed clueless in strange places.
At this moment, the ajar door was pushed open, and Seglade walked in and said: "Mr. Bedivere...and Mr. Solar are here too? That's great, both."
Come and share weapons, meow."
"Weapon?" The werewolf glanced at the leopard man in confusion.