In the medical room, Constantine was busy arranging the bottle of analgesics in his hand neatly in the medicine cabinet. After finishing everything, he slowly turned his head and looked at the person who had just been carried on a stretcher.
The cat boy Mutt comes in.
Mutt is actually in a coma now. He even has no strength to talk nonsense before. His face is flushed, his head is covered in cold sweat, and his body is more like burning. Even ordinary people who don't understand medical science,
It should also be possible to see how critical Mutt's situation is, let alone a doctor like Constantine.
However, Constantine still looked calm and did not look worried at all.
"First of all, why do you need me to operate on him?" He asked: "This is not far from the hospital in Cairo. If you need it, you can still borrow a transport boat from here to rush to the hospital."
Secondly, this kitten is obviously not a member of the Knights of Great Britain, and has nothing to do with the Round Table Trials. I don’t have time to operate on a civilian I don’t know.”
"Please, you must do this!" Albert begged with embarrassment: "I can't send Mutt to the hospital in Cairo. There are many people there waiting to kill him! You are the only one I can ask for."
of people!"
"Are you serious? I always think you are too nervous." Constantine raised his eyebrows: "How could there be so many conspiracy theories in this world, and who has the time to harm a helpless child?
Ah. Forget it, don’t waste my time. Take the transport boat and take this child to a regular hospital."
"No!" Albert knew that such advice alone was far from enough to convince the other party, so he had to kneel on his knees and said: "What I said is true! If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have come here to beg you.
!"
Constantine was stunned for a moment: "Humph... Since you have knelt down for me, I will believe what you say. However, my point of view has not changed. I have no responsibility or obligation to heal those who are not wanted by Great Britain."
Character. Unless------＂
"unless?"
"Unless you can prove that there is some kind of kinship between him and you." Constantine continued.
"It can't be simpler." Albert replied without hesitation: "I am this kid's guardian."
"What? You?" Then Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, smiled. He looked at the cat-man boy, and then looked at the tiger-man boy again. This unreliable little tiger looked like he couldn't even take care of himself.
What does it mean to be someone else’s guardian?
"Are you his father? Brother? Relative? Or something else?" So, the Knights of the Round Table asked with a sarcastic tone: "Do you really understand the definition of [guardian]?"
"Of course I understand." Tiger pouted angrily: "This boy was originally a slave. Father Sphinx rescued him from the hands of the slave owner and became the owner of this boy in disguise.
.Then meow...Daddy Sphinx gave this boy to me.
So, legally speaking, I [own] this boy now. It doesn’t seem right to say that I am his slave owner, meow? But anyway, I am his legal guardian. If you have any objection to this, you can do it later.
Contact Daddy Sphinx yourself to confirm."
"Interesting." Constantine then forced out a sneer: "Since you said so, I will temporarily assume that you are his guardian. Relatives of candidates in the Round Table Trial also enjoy the benefits of being healed ------
There seems to be nothing wrong with this logic. Okay, I will operate on him. But before that------"
He stared closely at Tiger's shoulder: "Sit down on the hospital bed here and let me check your shoulder first. It's bleeding like that. The wounds inside will probably affect your fight this afternoon.
."
"Me? It really doesn't matter to me---anyway, you should operate on Mutt first!"
Constantine ignored Albert, and had already given an order to the nurse on the side: "Prepare antibiotics and mucous membrane contact disinfectant. Send them to the sterile room for preparation, and put in 50 units of analgesics."
General paralysis."
After listening to the attending physician's precise and concise explanation, the medical staff quickly moved Mutter from the stretcher to the hand-carried medical bed and sent him to the operating room.
"Before we start the operation, we have to take some time to prepare." Constantine then turned around and promised Albert: "But don't worry, if you can send the child to me, I will guarantee that it can be cured."
.He can't die. Now take off your shirt and let me see your wounds."
Albert said nothing more and tried to take off his jersey submissively. However, he discovered that one of his arms was not working at all, so he had to tear off the clothes with one hand. And he felt scared when the clothes were torn off,
Because the entire jersey had already been stained red with blood, it was almost impossible to wring out the blood on the ground.
"This bandage..." Constantine was more concerned about the thick bandage on Albert's shoulder. Normally, if it is bandaged like this, the bleeding should have stopped no matter how serious the wound is. But such a thick bandage has ended up like this.
Severe bleeding, one can imagine how serious the wounds inside are.
The Knights of the Round Table brought surgical scissors and skillfully helped Albert remove the bandage on his shoulder. Seeing the miserable situation under the bandage, Constantine couldn't help but frowned: "Look away, you'd better not
Look at this."
In fact, Albert felt almost no pain during the whole process of applying the bandage. After all, his wound was covered with analgesic medical gel and local anesthesia. However, Constantine's redundant words caused Albert's reaction.
Albert's curiosity. Cats have this kind of virtue and are easily killed by curiosity. Tigers are no exception. The more the other party told the tiger man to look away, the more Albert was driven by curiosity.
, squinting and using his peripheral vision to examine the wound.
This sight frightened him greatly.
The original small wound on his shoulder had already deteriorated to an appalling level. The intense competition just now caused Albert to tear the wound several times without even realizing it. The original small laceration was now...
It turned into a big crack where the bones could be seen, and the surrounding muscles were broken and opened into a mess! Blood kept pouring out from several torn and almost ulcerated arteries. The scene was really scary!
"Hey!------" As soon as Albert took one look, he was so frightened that he fainted.
"Ha, it really helped me a lot." Seeing that the tiger fainted without anesthesia, Constantine breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the group of medical staff calmly and said: "Send this guy to the operating room as well."
Go inside. Prepare blood transfusion and local anesthesia. Also take out bone saws, steel plates, bone nails and bone correctors for later use. ------ Act quickly!"
The professional medical staff carried out the orders of the Knights of the Round Table quickly and accurately, and sent the fainted tiger to the operating room within seconds.
Meanwhile, South Africa.
Arthur and Bedivere had already arrived at the border of South Africa on a dragon ride. As soon as the airship stopped, people from Great Britain came to pick them up.
"Drive into the parking lot and keep a low profile." King Arthur jumped off the dragon rider and put on his half-covered mask at the same time, completely covering half of his face above the nose.
"Actually, I think you are less low-key like this, Aslan." Bedivere also said after getting off the dragon rider.
"There is no way, there are many people in this country who recognize my face." The King of Knights shrugged.
The werewolf looked around at this time, and a huge city appeared in front of him. Pretoria, the capital of South Africa, has truly become an international metropolis, with tall buildings, busy traffic, prosperous commerce, and noisy day and night.
The scale of commercial development in the city is even greater than that of London.
"South Africa? It's really rich." Bedivere complained in a low voice.
Arthur walked to the edge of the city: "It's necessary. South Africa's mining industry is very developed, and the book profits earned by gems and oil for South Africa exceed 100 billion every year."
"On the books?" The werewolf young man following King Arthur moved his ears intelligently, "In other words, there is a lot of money behind the books?"
"Yes, it depends on smuggling." The King of Knights walked swaggering on the sidewalk in the middle of the city, not paying attention to the dust kicked up by the vehicles driving everywhere: "You also understand that in this era, various teleportation techniques
It is already very developed. Even if we set up a barrier to prevent teleportation on the national border, we still cannot completely eliminate point-to-point transmission using teleportation gates. In fact, South Africa's jewelery ore worth 70 billion flows into European countries through teleportation gates every year.
In this country, these goods did not go through customs inspection at all, and no tariffs were reported. The taxes were all pocketed by profiteers. It is precisely because of this that South Africa is now prosperous."
Bedivere frowned: "Is there no way to stop them?"
"It's usually difficult." The Knight King hummed: "High-priced items, such as gems, must be marked with a barcode using marking magic during the production process. This is the [birth certificate] of the gem itself. With the [birth certificate], you also need
[Entry Proof] is required before it can be legally sold overseas. If either of the two is missing, no matter how high the value of the gem itself is, it can only be sold in the black market. In the black market, its value will be reduced a lot.
However, even so, there are still many people who want to buy things cheaply on the black market. Great Britain has been continuously suppressing the domestic black market in recent years, and the results are quite remarkable. But as long as these guys doing business in the black market are profitable, they will always
They keep springing up like mushrooms after a rain and can never be suppressed."
Having said this, Bediwell couldn't help but clear his throat. He felt ashamed. He also bought a lot of things in the black market in Cairo, and even the iron cavalry was bought from the black market. Among those who are greedy for cheap,
, also count as his share.
"We're here." As if he knew Bedivere's thoughts, the Knight King sneered, interrupting the werewolf youth's thoughts, and stopped in front of a bar.