"What the hell is this...!" Albert looked at Mutt's swollen and vaguely dark red bloodshot abdomen and was dumbfounded.
"Appendicitis." Captain Shiloma finally said it clearly at this time: "Did he rush to do morning exercises immediately after eating breakfast this morning?"
Albert broke into a cold sweat as if he had been stabbed with a knife.
So orcs will indeed get appendicitis. Mutt was in a hurry to exercise after eating, and all the food went into the appendix. The appendix is a degenerated organ in some mammals. It has only an entrance and no exit. The food that ran in can't be saved.
After being digested or excreted, it can only rot in the appendix and cause inflammation. A rotten, swollen and inflamed appendix may even affect other organs in the abdomen. In severe cases, it can cause peritonitis --- and peritonitis cannot be operated on in time.
Treatment is an acute illness with a high probability of death.
"We have to send him to the hospital immediately." Albert exclaimed as he looked at Mutt on the stretcher.
"No. He will be killed secretly." Hiloma said: "The entire Congo is the eyes and ears of our enemies. Sending Mutt to the hospital is equivalent to sending him to the gate of hell."
"Then what should I do!?" The young tiger man became even more panicked: "Can we only wait until the game is over and then send him back to the hospital in Cairo for treatment?!"
Hiloma had a sullen face: "I want to tell you that is the only way, but in fact it is not."
"What the hell?!"
"Hospitals in Cairo are equally dangerous, unless they are medical institutions set up by Father Sphinx himself. But unfortunately, Father's trustworthy medical institution in Cairo was maliciously destroyed more than a month ago. Now,
It is still under reconstruction, and even if a doctor can be found to perform the operation, suitable medical equipment cannot be found."
"What?!" Albert was surprised again: "Wait a minute, the hospital here can't operate on Mutt, and it can't be done back in Cairo, so what on earth is going to happen? Can we just watch and watch?
Watching Mutt die of peritonitis?!"
Judging from Mutter's current condition, his peritonitis has worsened to a serious level. If surgery is not performed immediately, Mutter may not survive more than an hour!
Albert kept cursing in his heart, even though he didn't know who to blame.
Mutt, this little idiot, endured the pain to compete. He was so stupid to begin with, but he himself allowed his peritonitis to worsen to this point;
However, Hiloma is also very hateful. He should have noticed the abnormalities in Mutt's body from the beginning, but he kept silent and continued to use the cat boy in order to win the game, insisting on waiting until Mutt's illness worsened.
I didn’t say all this until I couldn’t stand up at all!
However, the most hateful thing was Albert himself. He had been with Mutt for such a long time, but he didn't notice anything strange about Mutt at all. He thought that the swelling in the cat man's abdomen was just an insignificant bruise.
That’s all!
We can complain later, but what should we do now!?
Feeling desperate, Albert looked at the cat boy with a guilty look on his face. Now Mutt was sweating profusely, lying on a stretcher with a fever and talking nonsense, but he still couldn't forget about the game.
Regardless of whether we send Mutt to a hospital in the Congo immediately or wait until he returns to Cairo and then send him to a hospital, it seems to be a dead end.
Albert almost wanted to say, how about asking the dragon knight Doha to send Mutt there. However, he realized in the next moment how stupid his idea was--Mutt looked like this at all.
He couldn't bear the bumps along the way, and if he reluctantly sent him to Cairo, his condition would worsen and he would die on the way.
What should I do? So what should I do?
Just when Albert was extremely anxious and helpless, and couldn't figure out the solution, Hiloma made it clear with a calm face: "Do you really want to save Mutt? The solution is actually very simple, it's hidden
On your wrist."
"Mine?" Albert looked at his wrist and finally understood.
That's right, there is actually another way to save Mutt - it is tightly clasped on Albert's hand. It is the magic-sealing bracelet on Albert's wrist.
Using this item, Albert can simply open the portal from the Congo Royal Gymnasium to the Palamides where the British battleship is attacking. If he can teleport to the Palamides, Mutt
You can use the medical room in the battleship to perform surgery. Not to mention that there is the best surgeon in the world on the Palamedes. For the Knight of the Round Table, Constantine, he made a small surgery for the cat boy.
Appendicitis surgery is a piece of cake.
However, just opening the portal and sending Mutt there is far from enough.
Candidates in the Round Table Trial have the right to receive free medical care in Great Britain, but the cat boy does not enjoy this benefit. If he wants Constantine to perform an operation to save people, Albert will probably have to go along and spend a lot of time lobbying.
People from Great Britain, maybe.
Moreover, the portal is one-way. This also means that once Albert enters the British battleship through the portal, he will never be able to return to the Congo to continue the game.
This is another dilemma. Can the Sandstorm Sphinx team, which has lost both Albert and Mutt, survive the predicament and win this game?
"Just go ahead." Hiloma said calmly: "Don't worry about the competition here. Even without you two, we will find a way to get through it and we will never lose to those soulless robots.
"
"But……"
"Just send Mutt for medical treatment." Gusta also said: "Even if we risk our lives, we will send you to the Super Cup finals stadium. We will definitely do it."
"And your shoulder also needs to be treated." Captain Hiloma added.
Albert was speechless. It was indeed like that. Even though it was heavily bandaged, after the fierce battle just now, the wound on Albert's shoulder was still torn quite seriously. It was so serious that the jersey on his shoulder was now in pieces.
Dark red.
In fact, Albert's injury no longer allows him to continue fighting. And------
"We have caused you a lot of trouble, Mr. Albert." Leopard Man Phileos also said, "That's enough, go and have a rest. You still have your own game this afternoon, don't you? Wait until you win.
To win this game, we will go to support you in the afternoon."
Albert wanted to say something more, but found that the entire team of orcs were looking at him. After experiencing the time-delaying war of attrition in the first half, both the regular army and the second army in the team showed signs of confusion.
of fatigue.
However, the players' eyes at this time were as clear and transparent as water, which contained pure gratitude and respect for Albert, and also contained a kind of backbone, thinking that they could not rely on Albert and Mutter.
Can survive this tough game.
In this case, Albert had nothing to say. He pressed the button on the demon-sealing bracelet and opened the portal to the attacking Palamedes. Phileos also carefully stepped out of the stretcher.
He picked up the dying cat-man boy Mutt and handed him into Albert's hands.
Now Mutt is lying like that between Albert's two tiger paws. He is soft and furry, and he has started to have a fever due to inflammation, and his body temperature is quite high. Albert is holding Mutt like this, but
I felt like I was holding a roasted marshmallow.
This is the weight of life... Meow?
He then winked at the orcs on Team Sphinx, turned around, and took the kitten through the portal.
"What's going on?" Kador, the Knight of the Round Table who was responsible for managing the transmission system, came over after hearing the news. When he saw the tiger holding the kitten, he began to scold him with a look of dissatisfaction: "Hey, you can't bring outsiders in casually.
Come in! Don’t think that just because you are a candidate for the Round Table Trial, you can treat this battleship as your home!"
"I don't want to tell you this," time was running out, and Albert had no time to argue with Kador: "You can punish me however you want afterwards, but now please operate on Mutt first!"
"Huh?" Knight of the Round Table Kador then glanced at the cat boy who was suffering from illness: "What's wrong with this kid?"
"Appendicitis." Albert replied briefly. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't fall out with Cador, Albert wouldn't even want to pay attention to this long-winded Knight of the Round Table and rushed directly to the medical room.
"Interesting." Kador then said: "Can orcs also get appendicitis? They are really a group of guys who are not fully evolved."
Are you qualified to say this, meow? Albert cursed inwardly.
"This is Kador who manages the teleportation room. Send the medical team over quickly." The Knight of the Round Table then picked up the electronic ledger in his hand and ordered. Then he looked at Albert: "Put him down and don't do it again."
It's better to disturb him."
Albert resisted the urge to curse and complied. Mutt's condition did not continue to deteriorate. Although his abdomen was still swollen, it was not necessarily like it would explode.
"The medical team has called for you, but whether the people over there are willing to treat this kitten is another matter." Knight of the Round Table Cador added: "Constantine may refuse treatment.
Well. The afternoon game is about to start. He is preparing for the wounded after the medical treatment, but he can't spare the time to save an unrelated person."
A drop of cold sweat broke out from Albert's forehead. Yes, that was what he had been worried about. People in Great Britain had no sense or responsibility to save Mutt, a young cat man who had nothing to do with the Round Table Trials. To put it bluntly,
If they operated on Mutt, it was entirely out of mercy; if they didn't operate on Mutt, it was a matter of course.
How to convince Constantine to save people, Albert still had no idea at all.