"Will he get better?"

The person questioned seemed to be trying to maintain his professionalism, but he couldn't help but snort slightly, and the speed of the injection of the medicine into the blood vessels of the wounded person couldn't help but speed up a few more - this would not cause a change in the effect of the treatment, but such a rapid push into the blood vessels would make the injured person feel a strong burning pain and extreme limb cold "slightly".

"I can't die."

The person questioned was the company commander of the 9th Company of Iron Heart, the Apothecary Master Oliposius, who was currently forced to lead the 9th Company's Apothecary brothers under the orders of the Father of Genes to take charge of the infirmaries of the two Queen Ships of Glory and the two warbands.

Since he was told upon his arrival that the Ironblood Infirmary's gene seed bank had been locked with a unique code, it seemed that there should be no problem with the self-disciplined Soul there, so he was not responsible for the workload for the time being.

Say it as if I would love to be responsible.

He glanced sourly at the readings on the succinct and efficient medical module: the flat, sleek backlit panel showed the patient's characteristics with sensible area segmentation, icons, and jumping numbers, all at a glance and well-monitored, where the pharmacist was to do more like a laboratory person.

- And it can automatically output the so-called admission record, first attending record, first day round, daily ward round, weekly pharmacist, monthly pharmacist, difficult case discussion, consultation record, discharge summary and medical record and any other document for pharmacist users in standard high Gothic!!

The throne made his eyes and mind feel easier than ever when he read the records of his former peers for the first time.

The previous user was even very sweet - or very lazy - made a partition for himself in the pharmacist interface, and then set up several categories of shortcuts that could be called up and combined by the pharmacist at any time for treatment.

Here, for example, Area A shows a directory of combat trauma sites, such as the head, face, neck, chest, abdomen and pelvis, spine, upper limbs, lower limbs, skin, and others.

Zone B shows the types of injuries caused by combat trauma, clearly listing blast wounds, gunshot wounds, blade wounds, crush injuries, impact injuries, impact injuries, burns, frostbite, poison injuries, ionizing radiation injuries, biological weapon injuries, laser injuries, microwave injuries, paranormal injuries, other and composite injuries, etc.

Therefore, the premise of a qualified pharmacist using this system is that he can immediately determine the non-fatal injuries that match the combinations in these catalogs - in fact, what Oliposius does not want to admit is that this system is built so that the owner of this system only needs to throw the wounded into the medical cabin, then search for the drug dosage according to the catalog, and finally press the combination button - dangdang! Perfect! All you have to do is keep your ears open and listen to if there is any abnormal alarm sound!

What kind of genius pharmacist could have invented these perfect touches...... Medical monitoring and assistance systems?!

What kind of desperate need for this genius pharmacist to invent this set of things that would definitely give him a complete trial court, let alone decades of trial torture?!

Olipopiosius didn't know.

But Olipposiosius is really sour.

Especially when he found that all of them could only understand the labels of most of the miraculous potions left by the previous owner of this infirmary, but they couldn't read the detailed explanations of their effects, so they didn't dare to use them without permission.

There is a spontaneous emotion of suddenly knowing that my intelligence in the peer is actually a depression.

Therefore, throughout the work process, the commander of the Ninth Company soaked here every day, eagerly absorbing the notes and knowledge left by his predecessor, but the more he read, his mood became completely understandable.

But now Oliposius's mood began to ride the roller coaster again, and the high part was that their beloved Father of Genes had sent someone to the infirmary, and as long as he thought of Lord Anglon, he felt a warm encouragement, and those negative gloom quickly disappeared like dark clouds illuminated by the sun, and the low part was that Lord Angron actually sent someone to inquire about this son of the emperor who did not know the height of the sky!

What is there about this impudent, vase-like pervert that deserves so much attention from Lord Anglon!

The apothecary indignantly pushed the dose of anesthetic to the maximum, and then the medical chamber gave a very thoughtful suggestion to reduce the dose to a tenth.

"Is it really okay for him to stay asleep like this? It stands to reason that it was a punch from Lord Anglon...... Alas, it is a pity that our father was too merciful to break this little ...... Oh, he's not too small,...... Didn't hammer the spine of the abominable worm who dared to call Lord Angron the Lord, but he should have woken up, right? ”

"No problem, he's fine, I promise, he'll recover." The apothecary master said with a blank face, "It just might take some time...... It's all for our beloved Father of Genes. ”

Naclos Baror, who was also standing next to the medical module, looked into Oliposius' eyes and nodded at him thoughtfully.

"You're right, I see, you're doing well, Brother Oliposius."

The visitor then asked about another topic that made both parties feel more comfortable.

"How's Company Commander Hal doing?"

"It's not going to be good." A touch of deep concern crept up into Olipposius' face, and he led Baror to the other medical chamber.

"His wound is not just what we see, it should even exceed the category of ordinary subspace pollution, although it is rare, but I think it may be a ...... Cause-and-effect pollution from ever-changing believers. I am ready to present my latest research report to Mr. Anglon. ”

"Cause and effect......? Oh my God, how did he ...... The emperor is above, may the original body bless him. ”

Even a battle-hardened Astarte like Balor couldn't help but lose his temper at what he saw the Eighth Company Commander look like now.

Endred Howl's eyes were closed, but he was clearly clenching his teeth, as if he were facing some abomination, and it was hard to believe that a gray-haired old man could have a resolute, frenzied, grief-stricken and fearless look on his face at the same time.

Yes, not only had Endred Hal suddenly suffered a severe piercing sword wound in a place where there were no enemies, sealed and surrounded by the members of the squad, but his superhuman body was rapidly aging, as if all the ten thousand years of stolen time were frantically retaliating against this venerable and powerful warrior at the same time.

His short hair, which had been a few bits of white, had now turned from dark brown to almost transparent white, his skin had become thin and dry, clinging to his broad skull, the dark brown pigmentation of age spots was evident on his face and limbs, his strong muscles were constricted along with the scars on them, and his tall body had become so thin that Barol was speechless for a moment.

"I never thought Commander Hal would look like this...... Frail. ”

Oliposiosius sighed, "His internal organs are also severely aging, and thanks to the Iron Blood's high-performance medical pod with a static stance, we can still hold him for the time being." ”

Barrol's eyes widened. "Keep?! What do you mean by that, Oliposius! ”

"I mean." The Apothecary sighed heavily, as if hesitating to say something that everyone thought it couldn't happen, so they never talked about it.

"If we continue like this, and we can't find the true cause of his injuries or find a way to decontaminate his wounds, unless we stay in a static position forever, our Eighth Company Commander, the leader of the Mountain Fang, the Iron Heart Hound, and the destroyer of countless heretics and aliens, Endred Hal will die of old age in a hospital bed here."

“…… It's too cruel for him and for us. ”

"Who's to say it isn't."

(End of chapter)