Father / Tell me, do you want to marry me again?

As the Originium Prime in Oute's pocket shimmered, the Fate Reconstruction was continuously repairing the physical damage to the two of them.

Patriot completely forgot he was there to attack; he didn't hesitate to use the last of his vocal cords to ask, "How is she!?"

"Yeliya's physical condition is stable, but her mental state is worrying."

Oute's lips had turned blue, but he still calmly directed everything in front of him. "You! Clean the table!"

The Shieldguards was momentarily stunned, but his body betrayed him by covering up the battle map that was originally covered with chess pieces and flags.

"Amiya! Notify the ship to prepare the operating room!"

Completely oblivious to the situation, Amiya replied resolutely, "Understood!"

"You! And you! Take proper insulation measures and prepare to move Yeliya to the table!"

Two more guerrillas who had come with Patriot instinctively obeyed Oute's orders when faced with FrostNova's life-threatening situation.

Only after they had taken action did they belatedly look at the Patriot.

However, Patriot himself also tried to step forward to help.

He shrugged off the two guerrillas and said, "I'll do it!"

The chill emanating from FrostNova's body was so intense that if an ordinary stretcher were used, the fabric would likely deteriorate rapidly in the extreme cold. Furthermore... her body, radiating such chill, might even destroy the precision instruments in the operating room.

Wendigo's large hand embraced FrostNova's body, and from the point of contact, his broad palm turned black, just like the day he met his daughter.

"Dr. Kal'tsit reports! Rhodes Island does not have a suitable operating room for Miss FrostNova's condition!"

The Rhodes Island flagship responded almost immediately.

Oute tore off his right glove. The glove, already damaged by the cold, shattered, exposing his hand, which had become one with the fabric after numerous treatments.

He endured the pain and said to Amiya, "Have Kal'tsit bring the necessary equipment; we'll perform the surgery here."

The soldiers then began setting up a medical tent that was as sterile as possible, and another soldier quietly brought basic medical supplies to Oute.

This... looks like the kind of stuff a medic carries around—not much, not little.

Oute found the scissors and cut away the flesh and blood stuck to the fragments of the glove, wiped away the blood, and then put his rapidly healing hand back into the surgical glove. He repeated this process on his right hand.

Amiya glanced at Oute's extremely "fitting" uniform with a hint of pity, but gritted her teeth and threw herself into the work of setting up the temporary operating room.

Seeing the pain that Oute was enduring, Wendigo realized that the Mind Flayer seemed to be truly using his body.

Oute seemed to misunderstand Bohdrokasthim's gaze. As he prepared, he rambled on, "Yeliya's sudden change in blood pressure triggered a series of reactions in the Originium Infection. To prevent her condition from worsening, I will remove a large amount of crystals from her body."

"..." Patriot remained silent, keenly sensing that Oute was not worried about the surgery.

Technically, this seemed like a piece of cake for Doctor. Oute.

But his anxious demeanor, his "close-fitting" clothing, and the stench of blood all over him revealed another fact: Doctor. Oute was indeed very worried before completing the diagnosis.

Yeliya...

The daughter suddenly fell ill when she heard that seemingly joking proposal...

Bohdrokasthim know nothing for the time being.

He still needs to wait for his daughter to wake up.

Feeling itchy and painful all over his body, Oute felt a little regretful: even if it was only half, it was still quite painful.

As for the other half?

There's a reason why W still hates Oute.

"Doc Otter!"

Amiya shouted from afar, announcing the completion of the temporary medical facility.

Chapter 159 Father

Big Cat took the Heat-Driven Halberd from the soldiers and entered the medical tent with Oute.

"Huang." Anyone could hear the tremor in Oute's voice.

The big cat patted her chest, saying nothing more, but the inside of the tent was no longer so biting—without FrostNova's deliberate manipulation, her Originium Arts, activated instinctively, were not so difficult to deal with.

Over his black coat, Oute wore a white lab coat, and his hastily healed hands were hidden under blue surgical gloves. Even this layering of coats didn't make his slender frame look bulky.

His arm was still trembling slightly.

Given her condition, she's definitely not suited for any sophisticated surgery. But... FrostNova doesn't actually need any sophisticated surgery right now. For a late-stage Originium Infection patient like this, hammers, saws, and drills are the real mainstays!

Patriot looked at the Mind Flayer's trembling hands, and at the mollusc's blade that quivered slightly under the pressure of pain, and shook his head.

That won't do.

Doctor. Oute's physical body had been too pampered and was now extremely fragile. Although his physical wounds had been repaired by Originium Arts, his nerves were still mired in pain!

Performing surgery on Yeliya in this manner might...

I refuse!

Even the smallest possibility!

I still refuse!

Wendigo knelt down on one knee, lowering himself to about the same height as Oute. He placed his large, fan-like hand on Oute's shoulder.

He pleaded hoarsely, "Use me."

Use my body!

Although Oute wasn't a Mind Flayer at all, he always harbored such suspicion towards the pure-blooded Wendigo. Yet, for his adopted daughter, Bohdrokasthim, he unhesitatingly offered up his own body.

Oute looked up and glanced at him in surprise.

Although Oute had indeed made contingency plans for this, the fact that Patriot actually requested it was certainly beyond Oute's expectations.

He certainly wouldn't refuse.

Facing his kneeling father-in-law, Oute opened his palm. But a large, menacing hand deftly picked up the scalpel from Oute's hand.

Within the deer skull, the murky red eyes instantly cleared, while the other body, no longer forcibly accepting manipulation, collapsed.

Huang promptly pulled Oute's fragile body into her arms, and with Oute slumped in his seat, her surging breasts rested comfortably on Oute shoulders. She protected Oute with one hand, using Originium Arts to maintain his body temperature, while her other hand held the Heat-Driven Halberd, providing warmth to the ice-cold tent.

Cold.

But it does not originate from the physical body.

Wendigo felt the "calm" spreading from the depths of his brain, and felt the way his hands, accustomed to holding weapons, deftly operated surgical instruments.

The scalpel's sharp edge revealed an unusual gentleness as it began to clean the lesions on FrostNova's skin, starting with the easiest-to-treat crystals. As the skin healed, the inner layers of Originium were also drained of energy by Fate Reconstruction, losing their activity.

For FrostNova, Oute and Warfarin have designed a simple and practical surgical procedure. What's even more commendable is that it doesn't rely on a brutal removal through Fate Reconstruction. On the contrary, it minimizes the chances of Fate Reconstruction appearing, greatly reducing Oute's mental burden.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

The tent's several partitions were lifted one by one, and a figure in green, shivering, entered the makeshift operating room, followed by Mon3ter, who was "petite" in size, carrying a medical kit.

When she saw Oute in Huang's arms, she panicked almost immediately, but with the voice in her mind, Kal'tsit quickly calmed down. She remained silent, deeply imprinting the image of Oute having ruined himself to such an extent just for a "show" into her mind.

At this moment, she felt a mix of relief, unease, fear, and resentment—even if it was just deceiving Patriot, why wouldn't you treat Theresa the same way?

Kal'tsit turned her head away, composing herself. She suppressed her emotions deep within her heart, lest Oute sense them during a future mental link.

Why is your family so fond of hiding things?

"Mon3ter, stay and help." The cat lifted a partition, looked back at the operating room, and a wisp of steam rose from the corner of its mouth.

Kal'tsit's physique is only slightly stronger than Oute's.

Inside the medical tent, Mon3ter obediently opened the medical kit and offered a chisel.

Wendigo's large hand moved with fluid grace, removing the sticky fabric, covered in crystal fragments and dust, from FrostNova's body without touching any of her internal organs.

Bohdrokasthim the intense focus of another consciousness within his brain. He watched the rapid shifts in his field of vision, and fragments of his analysis of Elena's organs spilled out from his intense contemplation.

Wendigo naturally couldn't understand this overly specialized and profound knowledge... but he could feel the cold burning in his own brain, and feel the concern that Oute hadn't expressed in any words...

Since the original body's condition was somewhat painful, Oute shifted the thought process for the surgery to Wendigo's brain, which undoubtedly placed a considerable burden on Wendigo's brain.

But this is also a good thing: the processing results can be directly output to Wendigo's hands for execution.

Mon3ter offers another sheet of adhesive fabric.

The fabric was carefully inserted with tweezers, slowly unfolding, waiting for the crystal to be decisively severed.

Wendigo suddenly began to operate on himself again, and as his skin healed, the Active Originium adorning FrostNova's internal organs gradually dimmed.

Bohdrokasthim lost in thought.

I see.

After both the caster and the recipient simultaneously felt the Mind Flayer's healing spell, Wendigo realized why he was able to suppress Originium Infection in such a simple and brutal way: the Mind Flayer's spell was not meant to promote healing.

He directly created new flesh and blood for the recipient.

As a veteran, Bohdrokasthim may know very little about the principles of healing Originium Arts, but he has his own personal experience. He has never seen anyone's healing spells achieve this level of skill.

Wendigo removed another piece of adhesive fabric from her abdominal cavity, but his movements faltered.

Oute took a deep breath, but his nasal cavity was filled with the smell of blood.

There are FrostNova's, and there are his own.

Even with Huang's protection, this environment was far too harsh for late Homo sapiens.

"Cough cough!"

He choked a little.

"Thank you." Wendigo's cloudy eyes stared at the weak Sarkaz huddled in Feline's arms, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't bring himself to say "thank you" anymore.

The previous chill had left a frost-like sheen on FrostNova's eyelashes. These magnificent, silver-adorned eyelashes trembled slightly.

Chapter 160 Do you want to marry again, Otter?