Magical Strategist

After going down the mountain and onto the street, there were piles of corpses and rivers of blood. Many buildings collapsed, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and the streets and alleys were in a mess.

Presumably, while the battle was fierce at Mago Mountain, there was also a fierce battle here. The real dragon counted a total of 160 human corpses and 50 werewolf corpses.

The strange thing is that when the real dragon passed by a human corpse, a disgusting rotten smell hit his nostrils, which was nauseating.

Among so many corpses, only this one emitted a rotten smell. The real dragon forced himself to look at this dead corpse regardless of his nausea. The corpse's facial expression was ferocious and terrifying. Looking down, the chest was penetrated, leaving a blood-red hole.

It rotted and smelled so quickly? Judging from the expression of the deceased, he must have suffered great physical torture and mental trauma before his death. A strange thought flashed into Zhenlong's mind: This person seemed to have been controlled by some kind of power before he died. Why do you think so? Because the limbs of the deceased were bent awkwardly, not as naturally as other fallen soldiers.

Feiya couldn't stand the smell and kept urging: "What's so good about a dead person? He's gone."

"Oh, okay!" Zhenlong didn't think about it any more, maybe he was too worried.

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When we arrived at the hospital, the door to the operating room was crowded with people. They were all officials from Essien City. Their expressions were solemn and their eyes were focused on the closed door of the operating room.

In the operating room, the experienced dean performed the operation himself. He was fully armed and held forceps and a scalpel in his hands. For doctors who save lives and heal the wounded, the scalpel is the weapon and the operating table is the battlefield. Originally, there was no need for the dean to take action in this kind of thing. It was just that the patient being rescued had a special status.

The three deputies following the dean were also busy. One was wiping the dean's sweat, one was responsible for passing surgical tools, and the other was responsible for taking care of the patient's wounds. The three of them cooperated in a tacit understanding.

The narrow hospital corridor was overcrowded, and the real dragon finally squeezed into the door of the operating room. He wanted to see what was going on inside, but the door to the operating room was made of airtight wooden boards and he couldn't see anything.

At this time, Natsumi quietly appeared in front of the real dragon. Her eyes were red and swollen, and there were tears on her cheeks that were not completely dry.

Zhenlong asked quickly: "How is brother?"

Feiya also asked anxiously: "Brother Piluo will be fine."

Natsumi wiped her tears and said seriously: "Lear Dragon, come with me."

This woman's expression is hard to fathom, but she looks like she has something very important. The real dragon followed without hesitation.

"I'm going too!" Parker said ignorantly.

"My name is Lille True Dragon. You just need to stay here." Natsumi shouted sternly at Fiya and the others.

Natsumi's eyes told Parker that no matter you are the son of the Andrew family, if you don't obey, the consequences will be serious.

Shinryu followed Natsumi and a man wearing an Intelligence Department uniform to the second floor.

Feiya couldn't help but said: "What? It's mysterious. At least we are together. Hey, Carter, you should also express your opinion."

Carter looked serious and said coldly, "I'm more worried about the general than this." He lowered his head, and his usually cold eyes showed a very rare melancholy.

Before that, Carter was carrying Piro on his long journey from Mago Mountain to the hospital. He woke up for a while, and then said something meaningful to Carter: "If anything happens to me, you must assist the real dragon and safely deliver the magic sword to Shengjia. Remember, you are always mine. This subordinate is not some John Paul II!”

"Carter, what's wrong with you?" Feiya had never seen Carter look sad. This was the first time. The angular face was covered by long silver-white hair. Even so, it could not hide Carter's obvious sadness.

Just now, the old dean quietly said to Carter and Xia Mei: Piro's injury is not optimistic, and the probability of survival is less than 50%. Moreover, even if he survives, he may not be able to return to his normal self. His chest tendon rupture is very likely...

You may become disabled!

Seeing that Carter didn't answer for a while, Feiya urged: "Carter, please speak."

Yinghuo quietly tugged on a corner of Feiya's hand, shook her head slightly, and signaled Feiya not to ask any more questions.

Feiya pouted her lips and snorted coldly. Although Feiya is a stubborn and aggressive girl, she is very understanding. She shut her mouth obediently and stopped asking questions.

Several people stopped talking, and the atmosphere became solemn.

The sound of busy footsteps kept coming from the operating room. It was not difficult to imagine how fierce the battle was inside.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and time passed by. Everyone present was eager to know the result of the operation. No one wanted this human hero to die so young.

Night falls.

The operation, which lasted more than 4 hours, was finally over. Just a creak was heard, and the door of the operating room was opened. I saw the old man, the dean, coming out covered in sweat.

Mayor Duck was the first to step forward and ask: "How is the situation?"

The dean breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My life has been saved, but..."

"Just what? Just say it." Duck asked immediately.

The dean paused and said, "He injured his tendon, I'm afraid..."

Before the old doctor could say anything, Dak raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't tell me nonsense like you will do your best. I want you to cure him no matter what. The ugly words come first. If he can't be cured, , you should stop being the dean."

The dean quickly replied: "Yes!"

At this time, the taciturn Carter couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Doctor, please cure the general." His emotionless eyes showed a sympathetic look after saying this.

Under great pressure, the dean said bravely: "Don't worry, kid."

"Everyone, make way, make way." Three nurses shouted as they pushed the hospital bed carrying Piro. I saw that the crowd consciously made way for a passage, and the hospital bed was not crowded, and was then sent to the ward on the second floor.

Duck pointed at the hospital bed and said sternly: "This patient must be taken good care of. I will come to inspect him every three days."

"As ordered!" the dean stood up straight and replied. "How about you go back first and leave the rest to me."

Dak stayed in the hospital for more than four hours, and his old bones were almost falling apart. He said, "Then I will leave this arduous task to you."

The dean responded and sent the leaders off.

.........

When he came back, his old face looked helpless and helpless.

Feiya stepped forward and asked: "Grandpa, can Brother Piluo recover as before?"

The old dean scratched the back of his head and said helplessly: "This is really hard to say, little girl, to tell you the truth, it's not because I want to be the dean or not, but because as a member of the human race, I have to do something for us I want to make some contribution to the race. Soul Eater is a great hero of the human race. No one wants him to become history. Therefore, I will definitely use every method to cure him. I know that you all have important tasks, but , this treatment will take a long time.”

Feiya asked: "How long is long? A week?"

Injuries to menstruation and broken bones will last at least a hundred days. The dean shook his head and said in a stronger tone: "As little as three to five months, as much as one or two years."

"How can this be done!" Fiya cried out, "What will happen next without Brother Piluo! Could it be that we have to wait for Brother Piluo to recover... But those beasts from the Orcs will definitely take advantage of the situation and light up the situation. We definitely can't defeat them, no...Grandpa, you have to think of a way, you must think of a way!"