Thawing the ice, breaking the seal, administering the medicine—all in one smooth motion.
After all that was done, Lunke's condition seemed to have improved somewhat. His lips were no longer turning blue and had gradually regained a little color.
Looking at Lunke, who had clearly "improved," Nausicaa asked Angel, "Is he better now?"
"He's still far from well. Forging Water only activates his potential; it doesn't directly detoxify him." Angel glanced back at Lunke, who still had not awakened. "Right now, he's still undergoing Forging Water's transformation. He should wake up within minutes, and only then will the real detoxification begin... But whether he can endure it is another matter."
After hearing Angel's words, Nausicaa and the other doctors around them all relaxed slightly.
As long as Lunke still had hope of living, that was enough.
After giving Lunke the medicine, Angel casually repaired Barro's fractured skull a little, then turned to Nausicaa. "Let's find somewhere to talk."
Nausicaa nodded.
"Honored sirs, do you need a quiet room? The pharmacy next door has some soundproofing, and there's also a lounge inside," one of the doctors stepped forward to suggest.
Angel did not particularly care where they talked. Seeing this, Nausicaa gave the doctor a slight nod.
Since the pharmacy was next door, and Little Flea had been there before, he volunteered to lead Angel and the others there.
The pharmacy was somewhat larger than the treatment room and filled with all kinds of iron medical instruments. Judging by their specifications, they were quite new.
Some of the tools for purification and separation were clearly products of the mechanical reforms of recent years.
As a former pirate captain, Nausicaa had naturally seen quite a few pharmacies before, but this was the first time she had seen one in such a modern