Chapter 191

She started moving Specter by dragging him along... Without the howling of the saw blade, it didn't matter if she got scratched a couple of times by the circular saw's edge. Nana lured Specter to fall... Then, avoiding his arms, she grabbed and choked him from behind.

"Now..."

Seeing that Nana had finally brought the 'patient' under control, Cole, holding the syringe, hesitated for a moment before handing it to the cat agent he had called from 'home'... And seeing the Rhodes Island No. 0 Prototype to a standstill, Number One was surprised, and the other cat agents also rushed out to watch the show.

The syringe swayed repeatedly in the air, and after calling for two seconds, it still hadn't come to do anything. Nana looked at her other 'siblings' in confusion... Obviously, the agent cats were all experiencing Dead Soul for the first time, and they were now curiously touching and looking at everything.

Only Number Four, who had received some medical training, couldn't stand it any longer. The medic, Cat, finally took the syringe and gave Specter a standard intravenous injection.

Now, with her uniform completely soaked and feeling the girl in her arms relax her muscles again due to the sedative, Nana carefully turned her over to continue helping to empty the water from her lungs... Part 1

Only then did Nana realize that she had just held the other person down in several centimeters of water... and it seemed there was no sign of drowning.

'That's normal, I've never heard of Aegir drowning...' Scar

Upon hearing Agent Number Four's sarcastic remark after hearing her inner thoughts, Nana reviewed her entire sequence of actions and suddenly began to contemplate life.

"So... am I worried that a fish will drown in the tank?"

Suddenly realizing she'd done something foolish, but given the other person's manic symptoms, it didn't seem so foolish after all... Nana fell into deep thought. (Lin)

Not long after, about 160 seconds after Nana requested backup, accompanied by four hurried and heavy footsteps, Nana looked at the naked silver-haired mermaid in her arms, placed her on the dormitory bed, and then took off her already soaked coat to cover Specter... Don't ask why she didn't use the dormitory blanket.

Nana didn't see Specter's blanket in the dorm! Liu

In short, after completing all this, Medic went out to greet his fellow Emergency Medical Department members, whom he hadn't seen since returning.

Although the lighting system in the entire independent dormitory area was still broken, the passive light suddenly filled the entire space as Kuranta operators rushed in... Nana readily turned off her slightly hot phone flashlight.

"Where is the patient?!"

"Indoors on the bed, Operator Specter is exhibiting delirium and manic behavior... Because she was suspected of drowning, I performed first aid, which led to the conflict... For more details, please see today's Medic work log in the PRTS system... I uploaded it in real time."

"So, the target has been suppressed?"

Seeing Nana nod, the blonde girl in Kazimierz knight-style armor breathed a sigh of relief, but she still held the hammer in her hand and looked behind Nana.

"I'd like to check on the patient's condition... Also, these two are the medical operators primarily responsible for emergency care. I'm Nearl, nice to meet you, Medic."

As the blonde knight girl lightly tapped her breastplate and turned to the side, Nana saw the medics completely hidden from view by her and her shield.

Leading the group was a white-haired Sarkaz with a black hood and a sword... Nana could feel the sharpness emanating from him just by looking at him. You say you're a healer? But behind her was a blonde Sarkaz in a white dress, sitting in a wheelchair.

Is she this Sarkaz's patient? It seems this colleague rushed over just as quickly in response to his emergency call.

Faced with Nana's scrutinizing gaze, the white-haired Sarkaz showed no particular reaction. She continued to hold the black longsword, bowing slightly as a greeting.

"I am Shining, and she is Nightingale. While you, Medic, are away, we are in charge of Rhodes Island's Emergency Medical Department... Anyway, Chief, let us see the patient first..."

"Isn't Nightingale the doctor, not the patient? Also, who is Specter's attending physician...?"

It's me.

As the figure behind Shining stepped out, Nana finally noticed Kal'tsit.

"Kal'tsit... Master."

Since there were colleagues present, Nana reluctantly followed workplace etiquette in accordance with her status as a Medic. Kal'tsit, on the other hand, clearly didn't care much about that, and directly led Nana and her colleagues into Specter's room.

"I am fully responsible for the treatment of Operator Specter and related information, classified as Level 5... Although I examined her while she was conscious, but... Nana, use your 'eyes' to check Specter's condition, use both X-ray vision and Originium vision."

"Clear."

Nearl maintained the magical illumination, and Nana, Kal'tsit, and Shining surrounded Specter... Because the dormitory beds were embedded in the wall, it wasn't convenient for treatment. So Nana found an undamaged dining table and placed it in the center of the room, then carried Specter onto the table, and the treatment officially began.

Switching to a spell vision, and as the cat blinks, Nana, who was helping Nearl Specter into a surgical gown, frowned at what she saw.

"... This Specter... no Originium components were detected in her internal circulation... but the nerves connecting to the brainstem..."

"But Originium; this is clearly an artificial 'modification'..."

Even without Kal'tsit's confirmation, Nana immediately thought of her Little Cat's ordeal in the Loken Watertank, her eyebrows furrowing into a tight knot:

"It's Loken Williams' doing again?!"

"No... Specter's fate has nothing to do with him, it's just that their behavior was unexpectedly similar... By the way, you've been fighting for so long, and no one is injured? Shining is on standby... To heal Specter, you'll need 'Resonance' Originium Arts like Medic and Nightingale."

Nodding, the white-haired Sarkaz silently took two steps back, then carefully pushed Nightingale's wheelchair forward.

Even her voice carried a delicate fragility, and Nightingale Kal'tsit Sarkaz:

"She is in great pain; her memory is shrouded in a hazy mist... How can I help this nun?"

While instructing Nana to carefully examine Specter's Originium central nervous system for any hard damage, Kal'tsit said to Nightingale:

"A nun? Ah... Don't be fooled by the nun's habit she tossed aside; her earlier remarks when she was lucid have already outlined a persecution of her by a cult... As for her identity... I have a guess, but the Free Medic present has the authority to make that guess..."

"Then let's stop talking and just give you the specific treatment plan."

Interrupting Kal'tsit's long-winded speech, especially since it was just the prelude to a long speech directed at her, Nana used a washable marker to mark several visibly damaged central nervous plexuses on her surgical gown and Specter's skin.

Shining could have helped with this physical damage, but she declined to treat the nervous system because she felt her healing abilities couldn't be applied precisely. In the end, only Medic and Nightingale were able to effectively treat Specter.

When Nightingale began using the spell based on the principle of 'pain sharing' to alleviate the hallucinations caused by Specter's nerve damage, Nana was surprised to find that Nightingale herself was also experiencing obvious symptoms such as convulsions, epilepsy, and bleeding from her mouth and nose.

"... So that's how it is, the magic of sharing 'pain'... which in turn alleviates the pain of the recipient, thus giving them a new life...?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward, and when Nightingale used her magic, Shining began to treat Nightingale's Overheal with heartache... And as Medic and Nearl also joined in, the cat realized that the heavily armored knight beside her also knew healing-type Originium Arts.

Of course, Nana would have plenty of time to greet and chat with these three nominal subordinates after she rested. Right now, everyone's attention was focused on Specter had just had a manic episode.

About fifteen minutes into the treatment, Closure arrived in a six-wheeled work platform named Lancet-2, a Thor-type S-Typer62... Besides carrying consumables for repairing the corridor's lighting system, this medical-painted, one-person-high vehicle also carried a complete set of neurological medications and injection equipment.

"Lancet-2, you will administer the injection, Closure... Although the magical healing here doesn't require a sterile, dust-free, or temperature-controlled environment, you can perform the treatment as you see fit, but please focus on heating first... Although Specter is physically strong, I still hope she can live in a suitable temperature after being weakened by Originium."

"... Kal'tsit, didn't you ever consider taking the patient to a proper ward for treatment?"

Faced with Closure's question, the five members of the Emergency Medical Department, including Kal'tsit, exchanged bewildered glances; they really hadn't expected this.

After all, saving lives is urgent, and since the magical healing has already begun, let's wait until the phase is over before making any further plans.

And so, Nana began her Christmas overtime work.

As for the fact that doctors are very busy, Medic might only truly understand it after a few more Christmases and every year he's so busy he's practically running around all the time.

Now, let's fast forward a bit.

PS: WuwuyiqibaLinqiliuIWuMaomao

The adorable La Pluma and her always-overlooked older brother↑

P. S.: This volume isn't the Deep Sea arc, since the Doctor hasn't even retrieved it yet. It's just an introduction... After all, we'll finally meet the lovable Skadi in the next volume.

6th Patriot's Gun: 208 Have you heard the story of that knight?

Wandering around Rhodes Island, then suppressing the nuns emerging from their baths... followed by hours spent just calming and treating Specter.

Fearing that changes in the activity of the neural Originium might have unpredictable effects on Specter's personality, Medic, who had previously been responsible for reducing the activity of Originium in people, is now unusually enhancing the Originium activity response in people's bodies.

After all, when it was discovered that Specter's personality and communication difficulties might be due to the differential manifestations of the inconsistent activity of Originium in his internal nervous system, even Kal'tsit, who seemed to know everything, showed a thoughtful expression for the first time in the face of the Emergency Medical Department Feline waiting for a treatment plan.

Although in Specter's past medical records, when Medic looked at her notes that resembled 'the deceased speaking to me,' the cat would unconsciously look up at the deceased who was actually talking to her... but in the end, Medic still focused all his attention on Specter's treatment.

It is well known that for the human body, the lower the activity of Originium components, the lower the impact on health... but this does not apply to Specter.

Judging from the current situation, the activated Originium has become part of the opponent's nervous system. If it is just a single 'point' in the brainstem with inconsistent activity, it will cause Specter to have the illusion of seeing 'Ghost'.

If the Originium activity of all other nerves is reduced to a uniform level all at once... will Specter return to normal, or will it go even crazier?

Without obtaining sufficient evidence of active pathological investigation regarding Originium, no one can guarantee that 'change' won't make things worse.

However, based on the operational status of Rosemary and Nana's own left eye, which also Originium optic nerves, a unified activity level is a necessary foundation for a normal Originium organ to ensure the survival of the host.

Therefore, instead of the traditional treatment that rigidly reduces Specter's overall Originium activity, Nana persuaded Kal'tsit and Shining to allow her to first increase Originium activity to ensure the normal functioning of his central nervous system... As for the subsequent treatment plan, it can be discussed after Specter regains consciousness.

"Okay, let's try your plan. After all, Specter's situation is similar to yours... and ultimately, you and your Little Cat were the pioneers in the organification of Originium."

"It's better to have less of that kind of 'preemptive' approach. Rosemary's experience is already an extremely rare misfortune, and if similar children are born in the future, I will only feel that those researchers have lost their qualifications as human beings before they have even produced anything new."

"Furthermore, I don't know if this is only in Columbia or if it's the whole country... National Laboratory... I mean, I feel that people in the scientific community have become restless... as if they all feel that they can't call themselves scientists unless they make some earth-shattering achievement..."

"If only there were a complete set of guidelines to define the researcher's process... The Archaeology Division can produce such amazing 'Angel' in the life sciences, why don't they go and explore whether there were any research safety regulations in the old era?"

Random thoughts on Medic treatment

Kal'tsit glanced silently at herself, then silently at Medic.

These two were an AMa-10 carrier and an AMa-77 carrier... Two legitimate Previous Civilization creations were now complaining that the world, which had barely recovered some order from the apocalypse, was not civilized enough... To Kal'tsit, this was simply a hellish joke.

Perhaps Columbia's current superficial and restless atmosphere is a direct result of that disillusioned old era?

Kal'tsit kept these thoughts to herself; she clearly wouldn't say them aloud.

Just like the treatment plan for Specter, keeping things as they are won't be better... but at least they won't get any worse.

After Medic and Nightingale finished their emergency treatment, Kal'tsit took the data and Lancet-2 and left first. Only then did the cat remember that she was actually supposed to attend Rhodes Island's Christmas party.

Of course, considering that it would be better for colleagues from the same department to attend together, Medic naturally invited Shining and the other two.

"I'm sorry... Nightingale probably can't participate in that kind of activity. She needs to rest now, and I have to take care of her too..."

Seeing his companion say this, Nearl had just opened his mouth:

"Then I'll..."

"No, compared to our side, Nearl, perhaps you should participate..."

At this point, Shining, having carefully placed Nightingale in the wheelchair and covered her with a blanket, Shining back and smiled:

"We can't be too isolated; we still need to socialize... And compared to a rather special Sarkaz like me, you're the one more suited to appear in public."

"Nearl, go and get to know more people. Aren't you a 'knight'? The ball is also a knight's battlefield."

"... That's just a fairy tale book... No, fairy tale books don't say that anymore."

Despite her rebuttal, the blonde knight girl still took two steps forward, knelt down, and quietly greeted Nightingale before coming to Medic's side.

"So, is this a social outing on a departmental assignment, Section Chief...?"

"... No, actually you can relax a bit more..."

Watching the knight lady actually take out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains off her armor, and then adjust the already spotless hammer to its position at her waist, Nana walked along, Empathy... Medic wondered if the other party had misunderstood Rhodes Island's internal buffet as something else entirely.

"Although it's just a guess, has Miss Nearl been on duty in the Emergency Medical Department room the whole time and never greeted anyone?"

After all, putting aside the bunch of clowns in the Operations Department led by Huang, even having met Warfarin before, Nearl shouldn't be so out of place. And her answer was quite unexpected:

"Yes, I'm sorry... but after all, we... didn't come from a very legitimate background."

"When I first heard Shining say that Sir Kal'tsit was a very serious, self-disciplined, and respectable old-school Kazdel nobleman, I found that to be true after the interview. So for the past three years, I've wanted to work hard to maintain our image... On the other hand, this is also the only way I can repay Lady Kal'tsit for protecting us."

Seeing Nearl's righteous and classic Kazimierz knightly demeanor, Medic's expression remained unchanged, but the slight swaying of her tail revealed her wavering:

"... So, Nearl and you guys were on duty in the Emergency Medical Department for the three years I was in a coma? Our department is usually pretty quiet, no wonder Shining said you need to socialize... But that shouldn't be the case... Don't you run into people when you eat? You run into people when you stay at the hotel, right?" "After all, the Emergency Medical Department is a very special department, so apart from Nightingale only working for a short time in the afternoon, Shining and I take turns most of the time to maintain the department's mobile deployment capability in case of an emergency."

"As for meals, since there aren't enough staff on duty, we order some canned meal kits from the warehouse every month and keep them in the department. We just need to heat them in the stainless steel containers that originally held the medical equipment; it's very simple and convenient... As for what you said about meeting other people... Rhodes Island is, after all, a very large ship. Even though I go to the garden to exercise every day, I haven't really met many other people." Sigh

Hearing this, even Medic, who was fundamentally a heartless killer, began to falter.

Medic covered his face in distress, then slightly raised his head to look at the Nearl Knight, who appeared to be 1.8 meters tall and was wearing combat boots, with his heterochromatic eyes: Qi

"Using open flames in the emergency room... just to be safe, may I ask, the garden you're talking about, is it that greenhouse-like room on our floor?"

"Hmm, that garden... what happened? Did I wander into something I shouldn't have...? PRTS didn't warn me."

After gathering her thoughts, Nana looked at the blonde Kuranta girl dressed as a knight. Despite her young age, her height of over 1.7 meters made her exceptionally tall and striking. But regardless, going to a buffet fully dressed like that... it was definitely inappropriate.

So, while passing by her own lounge, Nana conveniently gave Rinko access to Nearl Human Resources Department's lounge and the keys to three empty lockers. Basically, Nana decided to store the weapons and armor first, explaining everything to her step by step.

"First of all, from now on, you should eat in the cafeteria... which is where I'm taking you now. Rhodes Island offers meals at four different times of day: 6 a. m., noon, 6 p. m., and midnight."

Then that greenhouse is a medicinal herb greenhouse. It's not finished yet and no one manages it, so you can go in without restrictions... Don't train there anymore. The herb greenhouse will have a lot of bottles and jars later, and it's not good to damage the insulation pipes.

"The meal kits and such might be things I didn't pack properly before, and I left them there. Those are field supplies; you can go directly to the canteen to eat on the ship with your employee cards."

"... The cafeteria, that's a public place... I'm the Infected, is it okay for me to eat in a public place?"

Seeing Nearl's statement, Medic frowned even more deeply.

"You're the Infected? I can't tell... And even if you are the Infected, so what..."

"What do you mean, 'whatever'... Although Nearl knew that Rhodes Island was a medical organization, she was still quite surprised to see Medic's almost indifferent attitude."

After all, in Kazimierz, even the champion of the competitive knights would be buried alive once the prefix "The Infected" was added to his name.

Although Nearl certainly knows whether she is the Infected or not, she and Shining have been living a secluded life in the Emergency Medical Department, Nearl understanding of Rhodes Island... is probably still limited to the concept of 'a strange organization that is willing to accept her'.