"How's that guy inside?" Natasha frowned. The location is now on the high seas, and two hours have passed since the bloody battle that shocked everyone.

"Report to Miss Natasha, this operator is eighty percent cold. I suggest you find a new one, right?" The person who spoke had a round baby face, and he was not too old, he was not tall, and he looked like a little junior high school student with a immature baby face, but the tone of his voice was particularly poor.

Natasha looked at the pale-faced member of the round table in the operating room through the thick bulletproof glass, and replied cautiously: "Is there anyone else you can't save from the Binding Star?" His Excellency Galahad's order is to save his life at all costs. If he's cold, I don't think you'll be having a good time. ”

The baby-faced man had a look of embarrassment on his face, and he also knew that Natasha was the most loyal, but the situation of the person inside was really very special. I don't know where Natasha got such a seriously injured operator, she obviously came to recover Komala's body, but such a seriously injured operator was ordered by Galahad himself to save his life. Destiny - Jerry Harrison feels like his head is a little bigger.

"Let me put it this way, he's bleeding so much right now, he's bleeding a lot from the soft tissues, and I wonder why he's not dead, do you see that hole in his stomach?" argued Harrison, wiping the sweat from his head, pointing to the people in the operating room.

"Of course he won't die, that Cormara was brought down by him alone, how could such a person die so easily?" Natasha glanced at Harrison, her eyes fixed intently on the busy medical operatives inside the operation.

Harrison asked, disbelieving, "You said you didn't kill that Cormara?"

When the Cormela was brought onto the ship, the pilgrims of the entire ship were stunned by the giant beast, the body of the Cormara was shattered, and deep scars could be seen everywhere, even if he died, the wounds of the Comela were slowly wriggling, maintaining an amazing vitality, I couldn't believe that there was anything that could beat such a tenacious creature like this.

Harrison had never seen the beast untouched in the Lycian jungle before, but it was clearly not the same as the legendary beast. All three of Cormara's heads had been cut off and stacked on top of its body, and the once heroic lion's head was now half of its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and although it still retained its bright red color, the pupils in its eyes had completely dilated.

As the life-threatening star of the medical department, Harrison immediately performed a rough autopsy on the beast. The head of the beast was torn off by a great force, the wound on the neck and the notch in the skull were destroyed, and the sheep's head was even worse, as if the skull had been crushed by something, and then half of the head was torn off alive.

Harrison had always thought that the beast had been killed by another beast of unknown kind. And you told me it was the guy lying inside who was half gone?

"Hahahaha, Miss Natasha's sense of humor is still so indescribable. As a professional doctor, I could tell at a glance that the wounds of the Comera had been torn by a beast. The one inside is definitely not a beast, it looks quite weak. Even if you want me to try my best to save it, you don't have to say such things~ Since it is the order of His Excellency Galahad, even if our medical department is holding an assault rifle to the head of the Grim Reaper, we have to let him vomit out this person's life. Harrison smirked to himself. He did have that ability, and the Victorian Winter was equipped with a well-equipped operating room and a fully stocked alchemy room. The operators of the Bound Division are the best at combining magic and medicine. If they can't save them, there will never be anyone in the world who can save them.

At this moment, the walkie-talkie next to the observation window suddenly rang, and Harrison connected the walkie-talkie in confusion, and saw the chief surgeon inside said anxiously: "Minister! Potions and magic are useless to this guy! He is a fool's physique! We can only rely on medical skills to save him, but his life response is rapidly declining!"

"What? How could it be a fool's constitution? Do you know how many cases of this constitution have been recorded since it was first discovered? Without the aid of potions and magic, although the medical skills of the Bound Star are still world-class, they dare not say that they are among the best.

"Is the Fool's constitution the kind that he can't learn magic and magic can't affect him?" asked Natasha, who could hear it clearly.

"Of course, those who can't use magic are called Muggle physiques, and most people have this kind of physique, but Muggle physique is also affected by magic, and the fool physique is completely unaffected by magic, and since its discovery, only two cases have been recorded in human history. This person can never be a fool's constitution. Harrison's face lost his composure, and he lay on the glass, staring firmly at the man in the operating room.

The man had fallen into a deep coma, and one of his hands had been twisted to an impossible angle, apparently broken into several pieces, but the doctors didn't care about his broken bones at all, because something had pierced him in the abdomen with something the size of a bowl, and the organs inside were all damaged to varying degrees. That's why Harrison said he should have died a long time ago.

"He's not supposed to be a fool. Natasha nodded approvingly. If the dragon had a fool's constitution, there was no way to explain why he could kick such a big target away from the Komela with a single kick, let alone his amazing physicality that couldn't be explained except for magic enhancements.

"He's supposed to have a defensive spell against magic attached to his body! Prepare me for a surgical gown, I'm going to go in. Harrison said anxiously to the pilgrim operator next to him.

Harrison is really scared, this guy is really abnormal, not to mention that Galahad himself said that he must save this person's life, so even if Harrison really dies himself, he has to take this person from the hands of death.

Natasha tilted her head to look at the medical operators who were in a hurry, she couldn't help in this situation, so she could only stand behind the glass wall and watch the medical operators rescue Fenglong.

After the sterilization was completed, Harrison, who was in a surgical gown, walked briskly into the operating room, and before he had time to say hello, he had already taken over the position of the chief surgeon.

"Isn't the Holy Walker Mixture useless?" Harrison's face behind the mask was simply blue, the man's heartbeat on the operating table was dropping, and all the alchemical concoctions and medical spells were useless to him.

"Stop the wound and wipe the blood!" Harrison pointed with both hands, and a medical spell shot out from his fingertips towards the man on the operating table, but the green glow of the spell dissipated automatically five centimeters from the man's side.

"It's not a fool's constitution!Something is interfering with the spell!Get your adrenaline and pacemaker ready!" Harrison saw the man's strangeness at first glance, the spell didn't take effect after touching him, but it didn't touch the man's body at all.

"The person who can cast the spell all casts the spell, he can't stop, he should have something on his body that can resist the spell, whether it is a spell or a talisman, the magic power is not infinite, we have to keep casting the spell, exhaust this thing that resists the spell. Harrison immediately ordered. "He must not die! His Excellency Galahad's order is that he must live!"

Medical spells continued to shoot out from the hands of the doctors around them, while non-magical operators struggled to stitch together wounds and bones.

"Minister, his heart rate is dropping at an accelerated rate!" reported the operator who had been staring at the life monitor.

"Push harder!" Harrison yelled majestically, and the casting speed in his hand increased noticeably. However, for some unknown reason, the closer the spell got to the dragon's body, the slower the dragon's heart rate became.

Harrison squinted at the electrocardiogram next to him, and suddenly had a thought in his heart, this spell is not only resisting their spell, but also strengthening the man's vitality, and now this spell is weakened by their magic power, and this man's vitality has also decreased.

"Speed up!" Harrison figured this out, the man's eyes were about to burst into flames, they were now in a race against time to see if this man would die first, or if they would drain his spell energy first.

"All said, don't carve so many dangerous spells on yourself!" Harrison suddenly said. Ever since the advent of physical spell transplantation, some wizards have embraced this method of heresy and shortcut, both scientifically and magically, by implanting the spell in their body in the form of an engraving, so that the spell can be instantaneous without the trouble of chanting. However, it is often only mercenaries and ordinary wizards who are sick and sick that they are subjected to such surgeries. Because the engraving can damage people's perception of magic power, it irreversibly reduces the wizard's spell-casting ability and mental power.

"Minister, this man doesn't have any amulets on him, and there are no signs of implanted sigils!" reported the operator in charge of finding the amulet and the magic engraving.

"How is it possible, then how did this protective spell on his body be triggered?" Harrison felt that his three views had been refreshed again, this person was simply not magical!

"Minister, the spell can already touch his body, it should be that the magic power of the protection spell has been exhausted, but his current vitality is very badly lost!" When the spell can touch the body of the Blade Dragon, a Vitality Detection Spell is released into the Blade Dragon's body for the first time.

"Druid, what about the new Operator who knows how to druid?" Harrison roared loudly in the operating room, no wonder he still had the title of Roaring Commander among the Pilgrims.

"Minister, I have replenished his life force as much as possible, and we must stop his bleeding as soon as possible. On the other side, an Indian operator had already pressed his hands on the forehead of the dragon, and the green vitality was pouring into the dragon's body through this Indian artificial channel.

"Styx injections!" Harrison roared behind him, and immediately someone brought an injection to his hand.

Harrison's medical operatives are also good at magic, which is a fusion of science and magic, and this group of white-clad muscle angels is best at combining scientific medical theories with alchemy and medical spells. Although the magic power is far inferior to the natural energy of the druids in terms of healing power, they are better than the theoretical system! That is, their healing methods are more scientific and magical than the druids!

And the alchemy injections, the drug extraction, the sugar-coated pills are all the creations of their group of magic doctors.

Harrison won the "Philosopher's Alchemy Award" that year with his own "Mandrake Extract Emergency Spray", and his invention was a big hit when wizards fought against basilisks.

The Styx Injection is extracted from an alchemical herb called Achilles' Heel, which can greatly enhance the body's own recovery ability and enhance vitality. Although it is impossible for people to have a almost immortal body like Achilles.

"It's not working! His vitality is declining a little, but it's still decreasing. The operator responsible for monitoring vital signs reported.

"What the hell is this guy? There's a strange defensive spell on his body, and his resistance is so high?" Harrison really scolded this guy lying on the bed ten thousand times in his heart, and when this guy came to life, he would be sent directly to the next autopsy room, Harrison was now eager to dissect this weird bastard before dissecting the Comara.

Outside the operating room, Natasha lowered her eyebrows, and the fierce fighting in the operating room did not arouse her interest. Since His Excellency Galahad said that he could save it, he would definitely be able to save it, and it was the group of medical operatives who had to worry about it, not himself, the head of the hunt department who had already completed his mission.

Just then, one of Natasha's phones rang.

Natasha was a thriller on the spot. Each of these mobile phones has one on each of them, and it is generally used to contact them when there is no mission commander.

Sure enough, the caller ID on the phone screen was pitch black again, but Natasha picked up the phone without thinking about it.

"What's wrong with the dragon. Galahad's signature tone drifted from the other end of the microphone.

"Yes, His Excellency Fenglong is still rescuing, and Harrison has personally joined the rescuers, so it shouldn't be a problem. Natasha replied in an emotional tone.

"When the rescue was complete, he was taken to the nearest hospital in the name of the pilgrim. He can't afford any surprises. This is a new mission for the Hunting Department. The remuneration for the last assignment has been allocated to the accounts of the individual operators. With that, Galahad hung up, and as always, he didn't have a word of nonsense with his subordinates.

And Natasha didn't mind, but her face was full of energy, as if the previous fatigue had been swept away. Natasha put her hand on her headset and gave the mission command.