Jairziño Guzmán is in a very mixed mood at this moment.

Extremely complex.

First, he couldn't understand why Robert Killman, the original form of the Ultramarines, had become the withered one in just sixteen hours.

At this moment, the man who was lying quietly in the intensive care unit of the second medical hall of the Makulag Glory was almost difficult to match with the word 'original body'. Aside from his height, he almost looked like an exiled refugee, or worse.

Second, he couldn't understand why Robert Killiman, the original body of the Ultramarines, was injured and he, the Medic Officer of the Midnight Blade, would be the attending physician.

He was eager to ask Marius Gage: Do you really not know how we learned our medical skills?

Third, and most importantly, this is the point. He couldn't understand why these people, including Conrad Coz and Angrang, had so much trust in his medical skills that they had to make a special emergency trip to the Macurag's Glory.

At this moment, he had no time to think more, and he was put on a new identity - he inexplicably became the leader of a temporary allied medical team.

All medical equipment, medical officers, and pharmacists on the Ultramarines' flagships will be at his disposal during this time.

"Until we are healed, or he dies."

That's what Marius Gage said at the time, looking at Jairziño Guzmán with mixed emotions in his eyes. This warband leader was covered in bruises, but he would rather not treat it for the time being than be here to see his original body heal first.

Guzmán sighed imperceptibly and began to secretly long for their instructor to show up and save him from this fire pit.

However, before that, some basic medical diagnosis must be made.

An extremely professional diagnostic report was quickly handed to Guzmán and the people waiting behind the bulletproof glass, and Guzmán couldn't help but feel a little shocked by the speed.

Nightfall couldn't have done so quickly, and it would take at least thirty minutes or so for the contemplatives and the medical equipment to come to an agreement.

And what about this report? Not only was it extremely professional, but it even took less than seven minutes.

However, shock is shock, and what should be done still has to be done. Guzmán restrained his mood and began to look down at the diagnosis report, and the more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became. Three minutes later, he gave his first order to his medical team.

"Please do the most basic care and skin cleaning and disinfection for him, we may have more than one operation to do later." Guzmán said cautiously.

He didn't say it to death, but left considerable leeway. This is inseparable from the results presented in the diagnostic report, and after doing this, he went through a complicated twenty disinfection procedures to change his clothes and went out of the bulletproof window.

While Conrad Coz and Angeland looked like they had been waiting for a long time, Marius Gage was not, his eyes following Guzmán's footsteps until he came to them.

"How's it going, Jairziño?" Conrad Coetzes asked in a calm tone.

He didn't sound nervous, and even had a great deal of confidence in Guzmán himself—the doctor's two hearts stopped beating imperceptibly at that moment, and the idea of trying to get the instructor to come to the rescue quietly dissipated a lot.

"Mistress Killiman's situation is peculiar." Mr. Guzmán said he still maintained that cautious tone.

"I don't know how to describe this, the physiology of the primordials is an unobservable riddle to everyone—"

He gestured, and Coates and Angron nodded in agreement.

"I mean, the Emperor has shaped you with his supreme wisdom, and we obviously cannot understand the way in which he made you so strong."

"But Robert doesn't look strong right now." Angron glanced sideways at the bulletproof glass, and the worry between his brows was palpable. "So, if there's anything you want to say, just say it, Medic Jaelziño."

"He" Guzmán pursed his lips and looked at Marius Gage.

The Ultramarines didn't look at him, and the commander of the first battle group silently looked away, staring at the ground with metal dividing lines and was silent.

Guzmán sighed and spoke earnestly.

"The diagnosis report shows that he is now in critical condition." Guzmán said. "It's obvious that you don't need a professional medical diagnosis to see it."

"But the real problem is not here, the doctor needs to find the cause to prescribe the right treatment, and the medical report shows that he has lost a lot of blood, malnutrition, internal organ lesions or failure. He is now in the shape of a homeless person who is chronically hungry and living in a terrible environment, with multiple infectious diseases and complications. But we don't know exactly what's wrong with his body—pardon me, Captain Gage, but I can't find a better description. ”

"It's fine." Gage replied softly, still looking at the ground, fists clenched.

After saying this, he was silent for a while before he raised his head. He looked at Guzmán and spoke in a resolute tone.

"I'm mentally prepared and I'm sure he's not going to just leave us behind. Doctor Jaelziño, you can treat our original with any medical treatment you feel might work, and I swear that no one on board the Glory of Maculag will have an opinion on your words or the consequences of your treatment. ”

"Including us." Konrad Coetzes added. "I believe you, Jairziño, you have healed Carlil, and I am sure that the situation will not be worse than it is now."

He smiled and told the secrets of the Legion without changing his face: "You can bring a skeleton back to life, and my brother still has his vital signs"

He didn't say anything more, and Jaelziño Guzmán didn't think he needed to hear any more, he probably knew why his primordial thought he was a good doctor.

Guzmán nodded, his mood had become serious and calm, as he felt every time he was treated, he didn't stop, and soon returned to the inside of the medical hall through twenty disinfection procedures again.

In Guzmán's eyes, Robert Kiliman's situation is actually not complicated, and if ordinary people have these diseases, it can even be regarded as a good solution.

But Robert Killeman is no ordinary person. He is a primordial, and his physiology is extremely complex, like a complex Rubik's Cube covered by a black cloth. If you want to try to unlock the Rubik's Cube and restore it in this situation, I'm afraid it's not possible.

Guzmán quickly figured out what to do.

Five minutes later, he grabbed a Seiko powered short knife provided by the Ultramarines, ready to use it to open Robert Killiman's ribcage.

Guzmán knows very well how many pounds and taels he has, and in the eyes of most people who know about Karil Lohals's resurrection, he is a highly skilled medical officer, but in fact, Carlil's resurrection has nothing to do with Guzmán from beginning to end.

When it comes to medical skills, he only has skills beyond ordinary people in human physiology and anatomy, nothing more.

But herein lies the problem, the original body is an unobservable Rubik's Cube, and the only way to observe the state of this Rubik's Cube at the moment is to tear off the black cloth, and you must look directly at him to unlock his secret.

The other Ultramarines and pharmacists in the medical hall obviously lack this kind of courage, so let him Jaelziño Guzmán do this.

He does what he's good at, and the Ultramarines' medical team does what they're good at, and the Ultramarines' medical skills are much better than he and his brothers are in Guzman's opinion. And Robert Killiman's current situation is impossible to leave alone, he must be treated.

Guzmán gripped the power dagger and pressed it against Robert Kiliman's nearly collapsed chest. He looked at the assistants standing on the left and right, looked at them one by one, and calmly took three deep breaths.

Under his eyes, the extreme warriors actually calmed down a lot. Once everything was ready, Guzmán put his index finger on the daggler's gauntlet and prepared to press the start button to dismantle the force field.

And at this time, Robert Killiman suddenly opened his eyes.

Guzmán's hand shook violently, he was sure that he had just seen a fleeting white light in Kiliman's blue eyes, a light that was so dazzling that it frightened him.

"Looks like I'm back on the Glory of Macurag?" Robert Killiman spoke in a hoarse voice.

He moved his neck, looking left and right. The Ultramarines were silent, as if they had been struck by lightning. Guzmán took a deep breath and took the words with the same courage he had seen Karil Lohals sit up from the platform.

"Yes, Master Killiman, you're back on your flagship now."

Killiman rolled his eyes and glanced at him thoughtfully.

"Well, you look like you're my attending physician?" The original body that described the withered body tugged at the corners of his mouth, and barely showed a smile. "Thank you for waking me up, Medic."

Guzmán's cheek jerked.

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