Kiriman awoke with a jerk.

The first thing that came back to his consciousness was a dull ache in his neck. Ever since he woke up, the pain from the wound that Vogrim had left him with had been inseparable from him—even when he was wearing the armor of fate, which should have only gotten worse when he took it off. Over such a long period of time, he had gradually gotten used to enduring this, but I don't know if it was his delusion, and after he regained consciousness, the pain seemed to inexplicably lessen.

When he opened his eyes, he was still confronted by the slightly chaotic furnishings of his room. He found himself somehow sitting in the high-backed chair at his desk, the breath of blood that could not be ignored filling his nose and mouth. He twisted his neck slightly, spotted the touch of a bandage on the old wound, and immediately saw Digris standing beside him, visibly frightened.

"What happened?" Kiriman asked, and immediately realized that his own voice seemed very tired.

"......" Digris reflexively opened his mouth to answer, but his throat seemed to be stuck in something, and it took a second before he really made a sound, "...... It's hard to explain, my lord. ”

"To put it simply, I borrowed some of the Emperor's psionic energy to knock you down, and I performed some minor surgery on you while you passed out." Asclepius couldn't hear the emotional leaning voice coming from the direction of the bed, "By the way, the court wizard is good. He nearly killed me when I was about to slit your neck open. ”

“…… If it weren't for the fact that in that moment, I was convinced that the Emperor had projected an omen on me......" Digris was still a little incoherent, "and please do not do it again." ”

Asclepius didn't seem to hear, and just stayed by Koraks, who had been put to bed at some point, doing something that Killiman couldn't understand. He did not respond positively to this sentence, but instead urged Digris: "If you calm down, hurry up and start doing your duty." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Killiman asked in his own voice, which had become more normal. In fact, Asclepius's explanation is already clear, but he is not yet able to match those two short sentences well with his own experience, "How long have I been unconscious?" ”

"Seven minutes and fifteen seconds." Digris replied quickly, "In the meantime, Dr. Asclepius has passed quickly...... Somehow, the toxin was extracted from your wound. ”

The director of the think tank gestured to the table beside Kiliman, who turned his head to see a small glass bottle slightly abruptly placed on his messy tabletop, in which a pinkish-purple, inexplicably bewitching droplet was suspended out of thin air in a completely unphysical manner.

"That's not all toxins." Asclepius's voice came again, "That wound has been dragged on for too long, this toxin has become entangled with your body tissues, and it will be a big deal to separate them completely. But the good thing is that your body and immune system ...... Forget it, let's call it that, it's already resistant to this toxin. As long as I separate these toxins from the wound, even if you don't do anything, you will be able to dissolve the remaining residues on your own after half a month. ”

Killiman unconsciously touched his neck, touching the rough touch of gauze. The pain in the wound did lessen, but when he saw the vial containing the "toxin", he still felt a little incomprehensible: was it something that had tormented him for so long?

The thought flickered in his mind for only a moment. In the same instant, he also realizes that Digris is beginning to "do his duty", collecting some medical waste such as blood-stained cotton balls and gauze nearby; Realizing that the environment around him may have been messed up by some force, but had been put back into the same shape; Realizing that the trash can he had casually thrown a handkerchief into not long ago was empty for some reason, and there were a few traces of fire on the inner wall; Aware that the feathers behind Coraks, who was currently lying prone on his bed, were shaking slightly, it was clear that he was not "sleeping" well.

Still at the same moment, he once again sorted out all the information he had obtained during this time, and basically restored a rough overview of his previous experience. He couldn't say that he didn't have any doubts about it at all, but after weighing it up for "a while" in terms of the original body, he decided to let it go.

"How's my brother doing?" In what seemed to others to be the next moment, Killiman asked.

"It's boring." Asclepius, who completely ignored the "emotions of the patient's family", commented, "The situation seems to be complicated and cumbersome, but in fact, it is not challenging, it can be handled step by step, and it lacks universal clinical significance and reference value." It's a mechanical job that is so long that it can last two or three days. ”

Killiman was a little angry, but considering the current situation, he still managed to suppress the fire: "You know I didn't mean that. ”

"If you're worried about the patient's condition, you don't have to." Asclepius said calmly, "He is now my patient, and I will do my best." I'm not so unprofessional as to let my emotional tendencies affect the stability of Lingji surgery. But then again, the only thing I can heal as a 'doctor' can do is what I can do, and nothing else can help. ”

Killiman nervously shook the armrest of the high-backed chair, trying not to sound too eager: "What's going on?" ”

In terms of symptoms, he tore his soul into more than thirteen,000 parts. The only thing thankful for in the whole thing is that most of these fragments are 'himself', and the process of reassembling them is tedious, but it doesn't involve too much occult causality and interference, and is relatively easy to recover. ”

Asclepius' tone was a little unpleasant:

"However, splitting one's soul is like cutting off one's own limbs with a knife, and the pain and after-effects are even ten thousand times more serious than those mentioned above. I don't understand how anyone could do this as if they were eating or drinking, let alone how they could survive and even maintain a certain level of sanity after inflicting so much pain on themselves, and I don't bother to care about that. This is his own problem, and you can do it yourself. ”

Killiman was silent for a moment. No one knew how much he was thinking about at this moment, but in the next second, he still tentatively asked, "Isn't there any psychiatric means-"

"I'm not a psychiatrist." Asclepius replied quickly, "With the advancement of time and medical technology, I do have some knowledge of the relevant knowledge, but I don't think I have the clinical qualifications - after all, my own spirit is obviously not so normal. ”

Killiman and Digris had the same complex expression at about the same time, which can be roughly summed up as "I didn't expect you to be self-aware of this."

No one really said this, but the brief pause clearly caught Asclepius' attention. As he proceeded with his manipulation, he quickly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the other two people in the room, and then sneered twice as if he understood everything:

"You're right, I'm not really aware of it, but Rika Fujimaru sometimes tells me, 'Normal people don't do that' – but I don't care about that."

It is true that normal people do not say a word, first knock the patient unconscious, and then proceed with treatment. And Asclepius repeated the "normal people don't do this" operation twice in just a few minutes, in this room.

"I hate God." Following that sentence, Asclepius complained, "I also hate this kind of disobedient and self-respecting patient. The one I'm currently seeing is even both. ”

This made Kiliman stand up with some unease.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)