You're Not an Anesthesiologist! / His Days

"Thank you for your hard work." Oute nodded. "Without you, I probably wouldn't have been able to complete that scene at all."

"..." W's pretty face seemed perfectly normal, but her words were somewhat incoherent. "Of course! Who do you think I am! You should be grateful I'm willing to lend a hand!"

The cat, who had seen through it all, let out a subtle sigh: When W realizes that her initial intuition was exactly the same as reality... where will all of this lead?

Not to mention...

After the intense emotions of worry and concern subsided, Kal'tsit suddenly realized that everything that had happened to Bohdrokasthim was so familiar. A set of lies shaped entirely by truth and genuine reactions... just like what Oute had done to her shortly after she awoke.

Oute's words echoed in Kal'tsit's mind, "If I were to intentionally weave a flawless lie... you would never be able to find a flaw in it through reason, through logic itself."

"... Old woman! Are you listening?!"

W leaned close to Kal'tsit's ear and shouted loudly.

But clearly, Mon3ter knew how to handle this kind of problem. The Sarkaz girl's clothes were quickly caught by the huge claws, and her swimming-like posture in mid-air was quite comical.

Faced with this stomachache-like situation, did W actually instinctively steal the script for the comedic role!?

"Sorry, I was just spacing out." Kal'tsit return to the work site that was underway.

Large machines are pouring out of Rhodes Island's gates, and guerrilla fighters, Yeti Squad, Sarkaz mercenaries, Deepwinter Soldiers, and engineers are placing them in their proper positions.

Soon, the partial dismantling operation will begin.

The blueprint ship, Malta, is about to receive several secondary spare keels.

It seems that Kal'tsit has also mastered the skill of multitasking quite well. While immersed in her inner world, she also kept in mind the "discussion" that Oute and the others had just discussed.

"Doc Otter, placing Rhodes Island's main ship in such a location will indeed ensure the progress of the project, but it will also greatly weaken our ability to project power to Chernobog and Lungmen."

"No need to worry, the plan still has enough redundancy." Oute reached out and took another report from Amiya's hand.

Kal'tsit's heart tightened: it was another Catastrophe report, signed by the operator "Eyjafjalla's" real name, Adele Nauman.

The Catastrophe that Chernobog "encountered" did not completely deplete the region's energy; on the contrary, another Catastrophe is still brewing. According to this report, which Oute deliberately pointed out the direction of his research, this natural Catastrophe has a considerable probability of manifesting as a storm.

Although it manifested as a storm in the original timeline, considering the inherently complex and unpredictable nature of the natural climate, coupled with the disturbances caused by Originium, the probability of this "baby Catastrophe" appearing as an earthquake is not zero.

Oute's goal was to reduce it to zero.

He casually pulled a pen from Kal'tsit's chest and sketched a few lines on the storm's predicted path. Once successfully guided, this "baby Catastrophe" would form a storm along the route drawn by Oute, "just right" paralyzing the rampaging Chernobog Core City once again.

A direct halt would be ideal, but the uncontrollability of Catastrophe must also be considered.

Are several Lungmen city districts being prepared as a buffer zone?

No, a leak could easily interfere with other plans...

Seeing Oute's focused yet oblivious expression, Kal'tsit couldn't help but sigh again.

"Sighing too much will make your good luck fly away."

Suddenly, Specter's face appeared on the cat's shoulder, and in the slanting sunlight, the headscarf cast a shadow around the nun's eyes.

The familiar feeling made Kal'tsit's heart tighten. Seeing it was Specter, she glanced at Oute again: While Specter's physical condition had barely improved, her mental state had recovered remarkably quickly. Was this related to Oute?

Chapter 162 You're not an anesthesiologist!

"Wow! This motorcycle is awesome!" Big-tailed wolf Provence shouted as it sped across the wilderness. The strong air currents caused Eyjafjalla to cling tightly to Provence's waist, afraid of being thrown off.

A box was temporarily installed at the rear of the motorcycle, while the "participation-focused" Dream-Sleep Device on the heads of the two men served as their helmets.

You know what, it's actually quite suitable for this!

"If you break the motorcycle, Earthspirit will be angry!" Despite being the weaker party, she still pleaded, "Let's go slower!"

"That makes sense..." Provence slightly restrained himself, perhaps considering that he would later need to ask Earthspirit to write a report for him.

It's a semi-public secret within Rhodes Island's Catastrophe department: most of the department's fieldwork data is actually handed over to the Earthspirit, who then compiles reports for this "never-working-overtime" young lady. And the originator of this trend... is, of course, the big bad wolf Provence.

"I can see signs of Catastrophe cloud... but it's too hasty to conclude that it's about to form a storm. Affected by the Jingyu distribution zone, the possibility of an earthquake is not small either..." Provence stopped his motorcycle, raised his hand to shade his eyes, and looked at the fiery clouds on the horizon.

"Your judgment must have its reasons!" Eyjafjalla said firmly.

"So this is how you address people as 'senior'?" Provence teased. "Ever since you met the Doctor, you've basically stopped calling us 'senior'!"

The fiery sunset clouds illuminated the lamb's face, making it glow red.

She stammered, "Senior... he's an academic title..."

"But the Doctor has lost his memory!" Provence said, turning around with ill intent and nuzzling Eyjafjalla's burning cheek. "Oh dear, he has a bit of a fever. Should we hurry back?"

The little lamb naturally understood the hidden meaning in Provence's words, and she quickly said, "Record the data! Record the data!"

A faint, newly healed scar can be seen in Eyjafjalla's long hair.

It seems that Oute's confession to Kal'tsit about his and Warfarin's experiments in Hamlet did have some effect. Such a precise surgery, given Oute's current rudimentary understanding of medicine, relies heavily on muscle memory.

Please, my past self!

While he was still on Rhodes Island, Oute didn't really want to waste his energy on this kind of thing... Could a cat just stand by and watch someone die?

Logically speaking, after such a surgery, it would be unwise for the patient to go out and do fieldwork like Eyjafjalla is doing now.

But that is the power of Fate Reconstruction. The only thing that can tell that Eyjafjalla had recently undergone surgery is the subtle layering of her hair and the faint color difference on her scalp.

As Provence retrieved and installed the equipment from the trunk, he muttered to himself, "My least favorite Catastrophe is storms; it always takes me ages to clean up the hair they leave behind!"

"Um, I hate all Catastrophe..." Eyjafjalla began filling out the form header.

"That's right, that's right!" After calibrating it several times, Provence put one hand behind her back, her fluffy tail, which "would take a long time to clean," wagging happily, and gestured with her other hand in an invitation. "Your Highness, please come to your instruments!"

"Senior!"

Provence exclaimed joyfully, "Adele is finally calling me 'senior' again!"

Then, she asked vaguely, "Speaking of you, senior, how have you and the Doctor been these days?"

"The senior is picking up Originium Studies again very quickly, if it weren't for the fact that he has to deal with other things..." Little Lamb whispered again, "No, as the leader of Rhodes Island, perhaps that's his true job..."

"That's not what I was asking about!" Provence said helplessly. "It is! That one!"

Eyjafjalla faithfully recorded the data, pretending not to understand at all, and said, "Judging from some basic questions, the senior's amnesia is indeed true. However, he still retains a considerable degree of intuition and instinct regarding Originium."

"Ah..." Provence sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead, "You've defeated me!"

Seeing that he couldn't find anything suitable to talk about in this regard, Provence changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, why are you so certain that a secondary Catastrophe storm will occur here, Doctor?"

As a potential arsonist, isn't it normal for him to know where the fires would be?

Eyjafjalla hesitated, then said, "There's an empirical formula on the Doctor's terminal."

"Terminal? PRTS?" Provence stretched and said, "Rhodes Island really has a lot of unpredictable aspects!"

Eyjafjalla nodded in agreement.

It seems that even with a redesigned surgical procedure and perfectly timed anesthesia, the visual effects alone were enough to leave her with a deep trauma...

Not only the teams from Provence and Eyjafjalla, but also from Lungmen, another team largely composed of Lungmen natives, the "Deepwinter Soldiers: Longmen Phase II," began their first shooting training.

"Miss Earthspirit ... Doc Otter, the performance of this batch of weapons is better than that of the first-term soldiers." Dobermann held up a gun.

She said, "However, considering Lungmen's needs, the default firing mode of this Winter Soldier Type III is relatively weak, and it needs to be manually deactivated to achieve effective damage."

After all, these are "police weapons" issued to the soldiers, and if they start causing bloodshed right away... that would be going a bit too far.

Then, Dobermann looked at Earthspirit, paused, and then pronounced the title correctly. "Doc Otter, since it's all starting from scratch, no veterans participated in the training process..."

In addition, Oute is unwilling to use the mental link this time.

"The training progress for the second phase of Lungmen is much slower." Her worry almost overflowed from her puffy eyebrows. "If this continues, will we be able to catch up with the plan?"

The Earthspirit nodded slightly, and Oute said, "Yes."

Although Dobermann, as a remote participant in the operational conference, knew a significant portion of Oute's operational deployments, many more contingency plans lay dormant in Oute's mind, waiting to be used or reused by Oute.

"While acquiring resources from Lungmen, every move the office makes will be watched by Lungmen and even the Yan Dynasty. It's better to proceed step by step."

This was entirely possible: a typical case of a local governor's secret dealings, a revolutionary reform that would shake the nation, or a large-scale bloodshed... The incident that Wei Yenwu caused in the slums attracted attention from all sides after the news recirculated.

This is why, after extensive combat testing, the default setting for the Winter Soldier Type III remains the low-power mode.

That's at least one of the reasons.

"Dr. Otto!" Kal'tsit said in a low voice, "Concentrate in the operating room!"

Although a considerable number of threads were still focused on Wendigo's situation, Oute readily agreed and withdrew his attention from Eyjafjalla and the Earthspirit.

Etc?

You were just on Eyjafjalla!?

Chapter 163 His Days

Wednesday, December 31, 1096.

The deer-headed monster tilted its head, its murky red eyes half fierce and half bewildered, hovering around Oute. Under the effects of the anesthetic developed for Sarkaz, Otto's thinking ability was greatly suppressed.

And that's why his intuition became so sharp.

Will a good Mind Lash Demon make a good husband?

It's hard to say.

He must love Yeliya.

They are definitely using her.

What is the difference between Mind Lash Demon and Mind Flayer?

Neither of them are things.

Why would a crow fall in love with a writing desk?

There's no reason why.

Suddenly, under the influence of physiological pain that he himself was unaware of, and a series of complex biochemical reactions, a tear was secreted under Wendigo's eye. The light from the operating room lamp refracted through the tear, casting a halo around the young man "Liberi" who was observing the surgery.

That is...

Bohdrokasthim's vision focused, and he saw a Sarkaz lying on an operating table in the Mind Flayer's eyes. The halo of light condensed on the scenery reflected in the eyes as his vision focused, obscuring his own reflection.