Chapter 1544: Dream Broken in Qiming (23)

When Albert woke up, he felt only a dull pain in his shoulder. It was a complex feeling of paralysis and dull pain, as if there was a fire burning in the flesh, but the outside was eroded by the cold frost, and there was an indescribable discomfort.

"Uh-" He got up and was about to say something, but someone quickly covered his mouth with something.

"Oh my! he's awake!" the doctor shouted, "Put a mask on him!

A mask was quickly slipped over Albert's mouth, and before the tiger could figure out what was going on, the medic was draped over the tiger with something resembling an apron.

"If you wake up, just stay there and don't move!" Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, wearing a mask and a surgical gown, seemed to be tinkering with something on the other side of the operating room, glancing back at the tiger.

Only then did Albert realize that he was still in an operating room. It is estimated that the doctor operated on him and the cat-man boy Mutt at the same time, while Albert's condition was mild, and he only did a stitch of the shoulder wound, so the operation was completed relatively early.

Albert looked at his shoulder again, and he couldn't see what the wound on his shoulder had become, after all, it was wrapped in a thick bandage. The anesthetic was still in effect, so he only felt an inner dull pain slowly brewing in his shoulder, but he didn't feel a particularly sharp pain.

So his condition seems to be fine. But what about Mutter's side?

Although he was told to stay honest, Tiger was the kind of guy who didn't listen to people, and he climbed off the operating table and leaned over to take a peek at how Mutter's operation was going.

"What are you looking at? Flash away, don't get in the way of my surgery. "Constantine had a very bad temper and ordered two medical personnel to block Albert.

He was supposed to kick the awakened tiger out of the operating room right away, but he couldn't do that because the operating room was currently a sterile environment, and once the door was opened, germs came in. In particular, if you deal with an open abdomen like Mutt, if you run bacteria into it and cause a post-operative infection, it is likely to kill the cat man.

Albert wanted to peek at it with a dead face: "Don't be so stingy, I'm the guardian of Mutt, see what you have done to that kid's body?"

One of the nurses' butt almost hit Constantine's elbow with a sharp scalpel that would have stabbed Constantine's intestines if his elbow had been hit, and the sharp scalpel, which could easily cut through the tempered glass, would have been poked into Mutter's intestines.

"Stop, don't move, stay away from me!" Constantine scolded even more angrily, but his angry tone leaked through his mask and became less majestic than it should be.

The medical staff had to keep Albert out of the tiger from seeing the operation, and on the other hand, they had to keep a distance from the attending physician, Constantine, to avoid medical accidents, so they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and had to stay where they were.

"Forget it!" Constantine was so angry that the corners of his forehead protruded, but he didn't bother to continue to entangle with Albert, so he said, "Okay, if you want to see surgery, just watch it." When you want to vomit, stay away and don't vomit on the operating table. ＂

Albert pointed to the mask on his mouth: "If you want to vomit, you will vomit in this." ＂

Konstantin didn't reply, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes.

Instead of stopping Albert, the medic stepped out of the way, freed up a gap for the tiger to observe, and turned back to continue their operation. Albert also leaned over curiously to see what had become of Mutter, who was being treated with all his might.

In reality, however, there is very little he can see. The parts that had nothing to do with the surgical site were covered with cloth, and Albert could only faintly see the face of the cat-man boy Mutt on the other side of the operating table. Under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, the open abdominal cavity of the cat man boy faintly revealed a bright red.

"Woo-" Seeing Mutt's internal organs, the tiger did have an urge in his throat to vomit. But he held back. Albert, a battle-hardened Warcraft hunter, is the best at hunting Warcraft, and dissecting the killed Warcraft to take the useful part of the body is what Albert often does. So he had already seen the internal organs of many animals, how could he be easily frightened by such a small surgical scene?

Scratch. However, by this time Konstantin had already used extremely skilful techniques to remove the appendectomy of Mutt. It was just a piece of intestine, the size of a tail finger, and it was probably extra swollen from inflammation, and it had an ugly pus-like mucus on it.

"Uhh He held back. That's right, if it weren't for the fact that Albert used to dismember and kill the monsters that he used to kill in the past, he would have probably really vomited at this moment. But the psychological endurance of the tiger youth is still quite high. However, no matter how many corpses of the monsters he had disposed of, they were all corpses, lifeless things, and the monsters were just animals, not people. Now lying on the operating table, Mutter is a living person, and there is even blood and intestinal fluid gushing out when the appendix is removed. The fact that he was a big living person on the operating table made Albert feel furious.

However, this was originally a minor operation. Constantine removed Mutter's inflamed appendix and immediately began to stitch it up, sewing up part of the intestine after the appendix had been removed with lightning speed. It was as if nothing had ever happened, and the near-seamless stitching made the incision in Mutter's intestine imperceptible. In this way, the root of the disease has been treated. However, the operation was not yet complete, as peritonitis caused by appendicitis had left Mutt's internal organs and abdominal cavity mildly infected, requiring sterilization.

"Look at it. Constantine gave Albert a malicious look, and then began to make a move that made Albert completely dumbfounded.

That's right, Constantine dug out of his abdominal cavity with his hands and dipped it into a container filled with medical gel to sterilize it!

............ The doctor just took all the intestines of the cat man boy out, soaked them in a sterilized container, and put them back in!!

"Whew!" an even bigger urge to vomit came up Albert's stomach pouch, went straight to his throat, and then gushed out. The tiger had already withdrawn from the distance in fright, but he still couldn't control it, and something shiny like a rainbow scattered out of his mask!

"Whew. Constantine sneered. The group of medical personnel were even more prepared, and they moved to block Albert's view, lest the tiger spray dirt and dirty this side of the operating table.

"Alright. Constantine's side had already stuffed all the sterilized Mutt's internal organs back with incredible speed, and then quickly stitched up the abdominal cavity of the cat-man boy, announcing the completion of the operation.

"The kitten was sent to the ward to rest and injected with 500 units of antibiotics and 200 units of nutrients. The Knight of the Round Table methodically applied medical gel to the cat-man boy's abdomen and then wrapped it in a bandage: "By the way, get this stupid tiger out of my operating room!"

The medical staff dispersed, busy dealing with the mess left over from the operation. Albert's consciousness gradually became blurred......

"Wow!" Albert woke up again to find himself in a hospital bed. This was supposed to be some compartment in the British battleship's infirmary.

Fighting the pain in his shoulder, he got out of bed and found Mutter lying quietly on another hospital bed across from the same cubicle, on a drip. Mutter operated on general anesthesia, which was much more powerful than Albert's local anesthesia, so the cat-man boy hadn't woken up yet. Albert then weighed the time, and it didn't seem that he had fainted for long, after all, he had only fainted from being frightened.

"Wake up?" Constantine walked in from outside the cell, "Are you feeling okay?

Albert touched his shoulder. The wound was still painful under the heavy wrapping of the bandage, but it was not as painful as it was during the game this morning, and I felt much more relaxed. But to be honest, Albert was scared from the bottom of his heart this time, he was afraid that if he used any more force in this afternoon's battle, he would tear the wound again, and then his wound would become as terrible as he had seen after the bandage was removed. It would be too bad if things turned out like that.

"Can your people heal me with magic?" Albert asked, "Isn't there a magic meow that can speed up wound healing?"

"Yes, but even if you use it, it doesn't work much. ＂

"What the hell?

"It's true. The doctor sneered slightly sarcastically: "The principle of modern medical magic is basically to stimulate the cells on the wound of the opponent by concentrating photons in the palm of the hand, so as to promote the self-healing of the wound. However, modern medical magic is based on the condition that cells have self-memory. The more new the wound, the faster it heals, and the faster the wound will heal. However, your injury has been exacerbated by forceful exercise after receiving treatment, and the best time for magic therapy has been missed, and secondly, it has also deteriorated because of your nonsense, and the self-memory of your cells has long been gone. You still don't expect magic to cure you quickly, be honest and heal your wounds, and let time heal you. ＂

"How can this be—" Albert frowned, and then he suddenly thought of something, and asked more nervously, "Wait." I can't be treated by magic like this, but what about Meow Mut? The same principle is for Mut's appendicitis......

"Yes, the same principle. Constantine nodded mercilessly in acknowledging this: "This child will have to lie down for at least a week before he can get out of bed." ＂

This statement really scared Albert so much that his hair stood on end. Albert is already very tight to play with this injury now, and Mutter must recuperate for at least a week!So what should the Sphinx team do tomorrow's game, the day after tomorrow's game, and the next game!?