32: The Doctor Who Had Yet to Do Anything

Jairzinho Guzman's feelings at this moment were very complicated.

Extremely complex.

First, he couldn't understand why Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, had become so emaciated in just sixteen hours.

The person lying quietly in the intensive care unit of the second medical hall of the Macragge's Honour at this moment is almost impossible to associate with the word "Primarch". Apart from his height, he looks almost like an exiled refugee, or worse.

Secondly, he didn't understand why he— the Midnight Blade's medic—would be the primary physician when the Primarch of the Ultramarines Roboute Guilliman, was injured.

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

Third, and most importantly, he didn't understand why people like Konrad Curze Curze and Angron had such great trust in his medical skills, even to the point of asking him to make an urgent trip to the Macragge's Honour.

At this moment, he had no time to think further; he had been given a new identity—he had inexplicably become the temporary leader of a joint medical team.

During this period, all medical equipment, medics, and Apothecary on the Ultramarines' flagship will be under his command.

"Until our Primarch is healed, or he dies."

That's what Marius Gage said at the time. He looked at Jairzinho Guzman with complex and indescribable emotions in his eyes. The Chapter Master was covered in wounds, but he preferred to stay here and watch his Primarch recover rather than seek treatment for the time being.

Guzman sighed almost imperceptibly, secretly hoping that their instructor would appear and rescue him from this inferno.

However, some basic medical diagnoses must be performed beforehand.

A highly professional diagnostic report was quickly handed to both Guzman and the people waiting behind the bulletproof glass. Guzman was somewhat shocked by the speed of the report.

Results can't be obtained so quickly on the Nightfall; it will take at least thirty minutes for the Cogitator and the medical equipment to reach an agreement.

And this report? Not only was it extremely professional, but it also took less than seven minutes to complete.

But despite his shock, he still had to do what needed to be done. Guzman composed himself and began to peruse the diagnostic report, his expression growing increasingly grave with each reading. Three minutes later, he gave his first order to his medical team.

"Please give him basic care and clean and disinfect his skin. We may have more than one surgery to perform later," Guzman said cautiously.

He didn't give a definitive answer, leaving considerable room for maneuver. This was inextricably linked to the results presented in the diagnostic report. After completing this task, he went through a complex twenty-step disinfection process, changed his clothes, and went outside the bulletproof window.

Konrad Curze Curze and Angron seemed to have been waiting for a long time, but Marius Gage did not; his eyes followed Guzman closely until he came to them.

"How is it, Jairzinho?" Konrad Curze Curze asked calmly.

He didn't sound nervous at all, and even seemed to have great confidence in Guzman himself—the medic's heart skipped a beat almost imperceptibly at that moment, and his initial thought of getting the instructor to come to his rescue quietly dissipated.

"Lord Roboute Guilliman's situation is quite special," Guzman said, maintaining his cautious tone.

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

He made a gesture, and Curze and Angron nodded in agreement.

"--What I mean is, the Emperor shaped you with his supreme wisdom, and we obviously cannot comprehend how he made you so strong."

"But Roboute doesn't look very strong right now." Angron glanced sideways at the bulletproof glass, his worry clearly visible between his brows. "So, if you have something to say, just say it, Dr. Jairzinho."

"He," Guzman pursed his lips and looked at Marius Gage.

The Ultramarines didn't even look at him. The First Chapter Master silently shifted his gaze, staring at the ground with its metal dividing lines, remaining silent.

Guzman sighed and began to speak seriously.

"The diagnosis report shows he is now in critical condition," Guzman said. "That's obvious; you don't need a professional medical report to tell you that."

"But that's not the real problem. Doctors need to find the cause to treat the illness. The medical reports show he has lost a lot of blood, is malnourished, and has internal organ disease or failure. His current physical condition resembles that of a refugee who has been starving for a long time and living in terrible conditions, suffering from multiple infectious diseases and complications. But we have no idea exactly what's wrong with his body—excuse my rudeness, Chapter Master Gage, but I can't find a more fitting description."

"It's nothing," Gage replied softly, still looking at the ground with his fists clenched.

After saying this, he remained silent for a while before raising his head. He looked at Guzman and spoke with a resolute tone.

"I'm mentally prepared, and I believe he won't just abandon us like that. Medical Officer Jairzinho, you may treat our Primarch with any medical means you deem effective. I swear, no one on the Macragge's Honour will object to your words or the consequences of your treatments."

"Including us," Konrad Curze Curze added. "I believe in you, Jairzinho, you cured Karyl, and I believe things couldn't be worse than they are now."

He smiled, and without changing his expression, revealed the legion's secret. "You can bring a skeleton back to life, while my brother is still alive."

He said no more, and Jairzinho Guzman didn't think he needed to hear any more; he probably knew why his Primarch thought his medical skills were excellent.

Guzman nodded, his mood now serious and calm, just as he always felt when performing treatments. He didn't linger and quickly returned to the medical hall after going through twenty disinfection procedures again.

In Guzman's view, Roboute Guilliman's condition was actually not complicated; if an ordinary person had these symptoms, they would be quite easy to treat.

But Roboute Guilliman was no ordinary man. He was a Primarch, with an extremely complex physiological structure, like a complex Rubik's Cube covered by a black cloth. If you were to try to solve the Rubik's Cube and restore it under such circumstances, it would probably be impossible.

Guzman quickly came up with a solution.

Five minutes later, he picked up a precision-engineered power dagger provided by the Ultramarines, intending to use it to open Roboute Guilliman's chest.

Guzman knew his own limitations perfectly well. In the eyes of most people who knew about Karyl Lohars's miraculous recovery, he was a highly skilled physician. But in reality, Karyl's resurrection had nothing to do with Guzman from beginning to end.

In terms of medical skills, he only possessed extraordinary abilities in human physiology and anatomy, nothing more.

But here's the problem: the Primarch is an unobservable Rubik's Cube. The only way to clearly observe the current state of this Rubik's Cube is to tear off the black cloth. You must look directly at it to unlock its secrets.

The other Ultramarines medics and Apothecary in the medical hall clearly lacked this courage, so let Jairzinho Guzman handle this.

He would do what he did best, while the Ultramarines' medical team would do what they did best; in Guzman's opinion, the Ultramarines' medical skills were far superior to his and his brothers'. But Roboute Guilliman's current condition couldn't be ignored; he needed treatment.

Guzman gripped the power dagger tightly and pressed it against Roboute Guilliman's almost collapsed chest. He looked at his assistants standing on either side, met their gazes one by one, and calmly took three deep breaths.

Under his gaze, the Ultramarines surprisingly calmed down considerably. After everything was ready, Guzman placed his index finger on the hilt of his dagger, preparing to press the activation button for the disintegration field.

At that moment, Roboute Guilliman suddenly opened his eyes.

Guzman's hand jerked violently; he was certain he had just seen a fleeting flash of white light in Roboute Guilliman's blue eyes, a light so dazzling it startled him.

"Looks like I'm back on the Macragge's Honour?" Roboute Guilliman said in a hoarse voice.

He moved his neck, looking left and right. The Ultramarines were silent, frozen in place, as if struck by lightning. Guzman took a deep breath and, with the courage he had once had when he saw Karyl Lohars rise from the iron platform, spoke.

"Yes, Lord Roboute Guilliman, you are now back on your flagship."

Roboute Guilliman rolled his eyes and gave him a thoughtful look.

"Hmm, so you're my attending physician?" The emaciated Primarch forced a smile. "Thank you for waking me up, Physician."

Guzman's cheek twitched suddenly.

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