Chapter 1541: Dream Broken in Qiming (20)

"What? Want me to operate on this kid?"

In the medical room, Constantine was busy arranging the bottle of painkiller he was holding in his hand neatly in the medicine cabinet. When everything was sorted out, he slowly turned his head and looked at the cat-man boy Mutt, who had just been carried in on a stretcher.

Mutter is now in a coma and unconscious, and he doesn't even have the strength to talk nonsense before. His face was flushed, his head was covered in cold sweat, and his body was even more burning like fire. Even ordinary people who don't understand medical science should be able to see how critical Mutter's condition is, let alone a healer like Constantine.

However, Constantine still had an indifferent face, without the slightest hint of worry.

"First of all, why did I come to operate on him?" he asked, "It's not far from the hospital in Cairo, and you can borrow a transport boat from here to get to the hospital if you need it."

Secondly, this kitten is obviously not from the Knights of Great Britain, and has nothing to do with the Round Table Trial. I don't have time to operate on a civilian I don't know. ＂

"Please, you must do this!" Albert pleaded with embarrassment, "I can't take Mutter to the hospital in Cairo, where there are so many people waiting to kill him!

"Do you think you're too nervous. Constantine raised his eyebrows: "How can there be so many conspiracy theories in this world, and who has the time to harm a helpless child." Forget it, don't waste my time, take the transport boat to the regular hospital. ＂

"No!" Albert knew that such advice alone was not enough to convince the other party, so he had to get down on his knees and say, "What I said is true! If I hadn't been cornered, I wouldn't have come to beg you!"

Constantine was stunned for a moment: "Hmph...... Since you've knelt down for me, I'll take your word for it. However, my opinion has not changed, and I have no duty or obligation to heal people who do not want to be associated with Great Britain. Unless—"

"Unless?"

"Unless you can prove that there is some kind of kinship between him and you. Constantine continued.

"It couldn't be simpler. Without thinking, Albert replied, "I am the guardian of this boy." ＂

"What? you?" and Konstantin, the Knight of the Round Table, laughed. He looked at the cat-man boy and then at the tiger-man boy again. This unreliable little tiger doesn't even seem to be able to take care of himself, and what is someone else's guardian?

"Are you his father, brother, relative, or something else?" the Knights of the Round Table asked, sarcastically, "Do you really understand the definition of [guardian]?"

"Of course I do. The tiger pouted angrily: "This kid was originally a slave. Daddy Sphinx saved him from the slave owner and became the owner of the boy in disguise. And then meow...... Daddy Sphinx gave me this kid.

So, legally, I [own] this kid right now. Say I'm his slave owner Meow...... It doesn't seem right, but I'm his legal guardian anyway. If you disagree with this, you can contact Daddy Sphinx afterwards to confirm. ＂

"Interesting. Constantine then squeezed out a sneer: "Since you said so, I will assume that you are his guardian." The relatives of the candidates of the Round Table Trial also enjoy the benefit of being healed - this logic seems to be correct. Okay, I'll just operate on him. But until then—"

He stared at the tiger's shoulder: "Sit down on the hospital bed over here, let me check your shoulder first." It's bleeding like that, and the wounds inside will probably affect your fight this afternoon. ＂

"I? I really don't have anything to do with it - anyway, you should operate on Mutter first!"

Constantine ignored Albert and had already given an order to the nurse on the side: "Prepare antibiotics and mucosal contact disinfectant." It was sent to the sterile room for preparation, and 50 units of analgesics were administered to paralyze the whole body. ＂

After listening to the attending doctor's precise and brief explanation, the medical staff had already quickly moved Mutter from the stretcher to the hand-pushed medical bed and into the operating room.

"It took some time to prepare before we started the surgery. Constantine then turned back and promised Albert: "But don't worry, if you can send the child to me, I will promise to be cured." He can't die. Now take off your shirt and let me see your wounds. ＂

Albert didn't say anything more and deferentially tried to take off his jersey. However, he realized that one of his arms was not at all obedient, and had to tear off his clothes with one hand. And he felt scared when the clothes were torn off, because the whole jersey was already stained red with blood, and he was almost unable to wring out the blood on the ground.

"This bandage...... Constantine, however, was more concerned about the heavy bandage on Albert's shoulder. Normally, if the bandaging is like this, no matter how serious the wound is, the bleeding should have stopped a long time ago. With such a heavy bandage and such a serious hemorrhage, you can imagine how serious the wound inside is.

The Knight of the Round Table brought surgical scissors and skillfully helped Albert remove the bandages from his shoulders. Seeing the miserable situation under the bandage, Constantine couldn't help frowning: "Don't look away, you'd better not look at this." ＂

In fact, Albert barely felt any pain during the entire process of the bandage, after all, his wound was coated with a pain-relieving medical gel, and there was also a local anesthetic. However, Constantine's superfluous sentence aroused Albert's curiosity. Cats are so virtuous that they are easily killed by curiosity. Tigers are no exception. The more the other party told the tiger man to turn his face away and look away, the more Albert was driven by curiosity, squinting his eyes and using his own peripheral vision to examine the wound.

This look scared him a lot.

The small wound on his shoulder had deteriorated to a frightening level. The fierce competition just now made Albert tear the wound several times before he knew it. What had been a small laceration had now turned into a large crack where the bones could be seen, and the muscles around it were even more broken and glued into a mess! Blood was pouring out of several arteries that were almost festering, and the scene was terrifying!

"Huh!—" Albert fainted with fright as soon as he glanced at it.

"Hah, that's a great help. Seeing that the tiger had fainted without anesthesia, Constantine breathed a sigh of relief. He calmly turned to the group of medical personnel and said, "Send this guy to the operating room too." Prepare for blood transfusions and local anesthesia. Bone saws, plates, nails and bone aligners, also take out and set aside - fast!"

The medical professionals quickly and accurately carried out the orders of the Knights of the Round Table, and in a matter of seconds, the fainted tiger was sent to the operating room.

At the same time, South Africa.

Arthur and Bediwell had reached the borders of South Africa on dragoons. As soon as the airship stopped, people from Great Britain came to meet it.

"Drive into the parking lot and keep a low profile. King Arthur jumped off his dragoon, and at the same time put on his half-covered mask, completely covering half of his face above the nose.

"Actually, I don't think you're even more low-key, Aslan. Bediwell got off the dragoon and said.

"There is no way, there are many people in this country who recognize my face. The Knight King shrugged.

At this time, the werewolf looked around, and a huge city appeared in front of him. Pretoria, the capital of South Africa, has truly become a cosmopolitan metropolis with high-rise buildings, bustling traffic, thriving businesses and even more business than London.

"South Africa. It's really rich. Bediwell whispered.

Arthur walked to the edge of the city: "It must be. South Africa's mining industry is very developed, and gems and oil make more than 100 billion yuan of paper profits for South Africa every year. ＂

"On the books?" the werewolf young man who followed King Arthur moved his ears wittily, "that is, there are quite a few behind the books?"

"Yes, it's smuggling. The Knight King swaggered along the sidewalk in the middle of the city, not paying any attention to the dust kicked up by the vehicles driving everywhere: "You also know, all kinds of teleportation techniques have been very developed in this era. Even if we build a barrier to prevent teleportation across our borders, we can't completely eliminate point-to-point teleportation using portals. In fact, 700 trillion dollars worth of jewelry ore flows into European countries through the portal every year in South Africa, and these goods are completely unchecked by customs, no customs duties are reported, and taxes are smuggled by profiteers. It is precisely because of this that South Africa is now prosperous. ＂

Bediwell frowned, "There's no way to stop them?"

"It's generally hard. The Knight King snorted, "High-priced items, such as gemstones, must be barcoded with marker magic during the production process, which is the [birth certificate] of the gem itself." With a [birth certificate], a [certificate of entry] is also required in order to legally sell abroad. If one or the other is missing, no matter how valuable the gemstone itself is, it can only be sold on the black market. In the black market, its value is much lower. However, even so, there are still many people who buy things cheaply on the black market. Great Britain has been cracking down on the domestic black market in recent years, and the results have been quite remarkable. But as long as these guys who are trading in the black market are profitable, they will always spring up like mushrooms after a rain, and they will never be suppressed. ＂

Saying this, Bediwell couldn't help but clear his throat. He was ashamed. He had also bought a lot of things on the black market in Cairo, and even the Iron Rider had been bought back from the black market. Among those who are greedy for cheapness, his share is also counted.

"Here we are. As if knowing Bedeville's thoughts, the Knight King interrupted the werewolf youth's thoughts with a sneer, and stopped in front of a bar.