The entire area was not small, dozens of large demons were loaded into containers for healing, but in the middle of the room, the demon that was not lying in the repair solution was too conspicuous.

It leaned forward slightly, standing in place, the broken bones on its body were clearly visible, and it was still flowing blood, which looked a little miserable, but the slender eyes and exposed sharp teeth still gave people an extremely oppressive feeling.

At this moment, the demon was holding a repair solution removed from the top of the container and focusing on the steel pipe, and with a poof, it plunged into its chest!

Then the free hand pressed the shoulder on the other side, and suddenly lifted it up, only to hear the sound of gaba, which was the crisp sound of the bone returning to its position, and then, he tore open a wound at the knee with his bare hands, and straightened the position of the cracked bone, holding the tube of repair solution, and filled the wound with viscous green liquid, so that the effect of the medicine could be directly applied to the bone wound, and after doing this series of too rough treatment behaviors, I saw that the demon in front of me picked up a thing that looked like a probe that received a signal, A hemp rope was tied to the back, pierced directly into the wound, and began to perform rough suturing, pulling the broken muscles back together.

And this whole process was done by that crimson alone.

Or rather, it was Sherlock who controlled it.

This scene can be said to be extremely weird, because from a human point of view, this kind of simple self-treatment method is extremely common on the battlefield, or in the dilemma of fighting alone without backup, and can even be said to be a necessary skill.

But a demon holding a bunch of rudimentary utensils and just sewing and mending himself like this looks too awkward.

Not far from Crimson, several military staff members who were responsible for curing demons every day were dumbfounded, and they were all trembling with notebooks recording data in their hands, but the pens were all hanging in the air, and they did not fall for a long time.

Because they didn't know how to record the scene in front of them.

Could it be written: "A demon pinched the misplaced shoulder joint, and Gaba brought it back to himself at once?" ”

He could only open his mouth slightly, looking at the agile figure at the demon's feet, spinning around his contract demon, sometimes jumping up, coming to a certain place in his huge body, hammering twice with his hands, or directly controlling the demon, doing something such as clenching his fists, or twisting his waist, to feel if any tendon was torn, or which bone was still out of place.

Because the connection between Sherlock and Crimson is extremely close, he can detect subtle changes in Crimson's body from his own perception, and from the amplitude or force of certain movements, he can also detect which muscle or bone is damaged, so as to quickly find the injury, mainly with physical therapy, assisted by medication, and solve the problem more quickly.

That's not all, in fact, the large bone fractures can allow Crimson to correct herself, and some of the more delicate places, Sherlock needs to do it himself.

For example, the tendon inside the thumb of the crimson left hand was ruptured, and it had already been retracted into the muscle, Sherlock carried a knife, walked to the palm of the crimson hand, and inserted it directly into the junction of the metacarpal bone and the phalange, and opened it directly longitudinally along the muscle lines, and after finding the 'small' tendon, he bent a few wires to hook it, and dragged it out with brute force.

If it is a human tendon, of course it can't be repaired like this, because it is too precise, but the size of the demon is huge, so that the tendon is as thick as an adult's wrist, and there is no need to worry about the second fracture, just pull hard, which makes the treatment work look full of a rough and barbaric taste, but no matter how barbaric, it is much stronger than soaking in the repair solution and slowly waiting for these parts to recover, and it is impossible for the repair solution to be effective if the tendon is retracted into the muscle.

Anyway, the staff in the whole room were dumbfounded when they looked at Sherlock's frenzied but extremely effective operation, and they didn't even notice that just at the door, a beautiful girl had been standing for a long time.

At this time, Miss Nightingale had already withdrawn her thick cotton coat and put back on her ordinary military uniform, and from a distance, it seemed that there was not much difference from those civilian female soldiers on the front line, and when the surprise in her heart dissipated slightly, and then noticed the stunned expressions of the officers around her, she couldn't help but feel a little funny, as if Sherlock would do something that shocked others wherever he went.

And as soon as she thought of this, she recalled the adoring and respectful gazes cast by those soldiers on the way back to the camp, and for some reason, there was a faint pride and pride, as if something of her own was discovered by someone who knew the goods, and received a heartfelt compliment.

Of course, she certainly wouldn't take Sherlock as her own, so she quickly drove this ridiculous mind out of her mind and focused on the huge demon in front of her.

In fact, after a few minutes of spectatorship, Nightingale, like the other officers present, was extremely shocked to see the scene in front of her, and as a medical worker, she was even more surprised than the other staff members.

The maiden has traveled through the empire for many years and healed countless wounds, but they are all human.

And a few days ago, she was carried by Crimson on her shoulders and rushed on the snowfield, this was actually the first time this girl really had a close contact with a third-order great demon As for today, after she witnessed the body structure of a third-order great demon, she seemed to faintly feel that this kind of humanoid demon, if you look at the physical body alone, is actually no different from a human being.

While thinking about it, Sherlock finally sewed up all the places where his demons could sew, and the broken muscles and misaligned bones were also broken and straightened, this drastic treatment made the crimson appearance full of bloody knife cuts, which looked even more miserable than just now, but in fact, they were all skin and flesh damage, and the invisible places inside had been greatly improved, so that if you put it in a container and soak it, it is estimated that you will be able to jump around in three or five days.

Jumping off the demon's shoulder, Sherlock wiped the sweat from his body, and handed the protective coat that covered the blood splash to the staff who stared at him in disbelief, and some of them did not relent, and walked to the faucet alone, ready to wash his hands.

The moment he turned around, he swept to the girl standing at the door.

"If you're interested, you can come over and take a look, it's very well-behaved." Sherlock said with a smile, as if he was introducing his well-behaved kitten to a somewhat timid girl.

Of course, the demon has nothing to do with the word well-behaved, but as soon as Sherlock said this, Nightingale seemed to really feel that this demon had some more harmless attributes of humans and animals, and walked over.

Along the way, all the people cast their eyes on her, and the girl was used to it, and did not stop her, but when she came to a staff member, she asked apologetically, "Can I talk to him?" ”

The original meaning of this sentence is: you all go and go about your business, I'll just talk to this guy.

But when I heard the ears of these soldiers, the meaning became: "Can you all let me out, let me and Sherlock be alone for a while?" ”

The soldier in front of him subconsciously thought of the recent rumors, didn't say a word, immediately nodded, and then waved his hand to the colleagues around him.

Boom.

The people in the entire medical district disappeared in an instant, as if they had received an emergency evacuation order, and the entire space was empty, leaving only Sherlock and Nightingale.

"Uh" Sherlock was slightly embarrassed: "It seems that this group of people has misunderstood the meaning of the wrong one." ”

"yes." Nightingale also shook her head in distress: "It's all because I didn't speak through my brain that day, and of course, it's also because of the reporters who took the quote out of context, I really want to find time to hold a press conference to clarify this matter." ”

"That would just make you want to cover up." Sherlock muttered weakly, "Most people only believe what they want to believe, whether it's true or not." ”

The girl in front of her also understood this truth, so she sighed helplessly, it seems that if you want to calm this matter, you can only rely on time.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now, what are you looking for me?"

Nightingale came to Sherlock, in fact, at first he just wanted to apologize to him, but now, after seeing the big guy in front of him covered in wounds, Nightingale suddenly had an extremely absurd, but it seemed very feasible.

"Your demon looks badly wounded." She looked up and said.

"Yes, but there are no fatal injuries, just now I got everything that can be corrected, and it is estimated that it will be restored in a few days."

“.” Nightingale didn't answer, she just began to circle around Crimson, touched the demon's bones and muscles with her hands, felt the steely touch coming from her fingertips, and then suddenly, looked at Sherlock:

"You say. Can I cure it? ”

Sherlock was stunned.

Heal the demons??

Hell and the human world are two completely different worlds, and people and demons are naturally two completely different species.

No one will question this.

Even some demons have heads, bodies, limbs, etc., and even if they are walking upright, even if the repair solution can heal both humans and demons, even if the higher the level of demons, the more likely it is to develop towards humans, but. It is still impossible for anyone to try to lump demons with humans.

This is an extremely fundamental cognition, just like the cell, peach, and planet, in fact, if you have to think hard, they also have some commonalities with each other, such as a nucleus, a peach pit, and a core, and the outside is also wrapped in cytoplasm, pulp and mantle rock layers, and they also have cell membranes, peels, and crusts, as if the creator was too lazy to study new drawings and stuffed these round rumbling things into a mold.

But no one thinks these three things have anything to do with each other.

At this moment, Nightingale tilted her head and looked at the huge body standing quietly, and somehow such a thought came to her mind. So inexplicable, so unreasonable, if there was someone else next to her, it would definitely stop her thoughts immediately, and it is estimated that this person doesn't know why he wants to stop it, but. How could Nightingale possibly want to heal a demon? How could her abilities work against demons?

But now, there is only Sherlock by her side, an alternative guy who is full of curiosity, doesn't care about all prosperity, and doesn't care about the traditional perception of human society...... So after a little surprise, he nodded very naturally:

"Okay, you might as well give it a try."

"Hmm."

Nightingale nodded in response, placing her hand gently on the surface of her crimson body, then closing her eyes slightly.

What followed, as Nightingale had done countless times, a stream of heat that she herself did not know where to originate from her limbs, every vein, every cell, followed a fixed path to her palm, and then passed through the skin to the object she touched.

At this moment, Sherlock raised his head, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Because he suddenly felt a sudden warmth in his body, which came from the feedback of his contract creatures. The warmth began to swim freely along the body, quickly spreading all over the body.

Sherlock was rarely surprised, but at this moment, he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, looking up at the crimson in front of him, staring at the surface of its body, the closest wound to himself. Just like that, I watched the red flesh that was broken in the wound begin to grow slowly, then intertwine, and finally healed together intact.

A huge wound that existed a few seconds ago has disappeared like this!

Such a scene happened in every part of Crimson's huge body, those bloody mouths, broken bones, and broken muscles were all gradually repaired, and even the threads that were originally sewn between the wounds were broken and popped out of the long way due to the huge tension brought about by muscle healing.

Nightingale just kept her eyes closed, continued, continued, the whole process lasted about 5 minutes, the girl in front of her finally opened her eyes, then looked blankly at her hands, then at the large demon in front of her who had been completely healed by herself, and finally turned her eyes to Sherlock.

They looked at each other with astonishment.

Sherlock didn't know what to say for a moment, and finally, without any new ideas, asked, "How do you feel?" ”

Nightingale hesitated for a moment and replied:

"It seems. It's easier than treating humans."

(End of chapter)