After Hollow Disaster ended, Seireitei looked like a huge body that had just stopped bleeding.
Thick smoke rose from all directions, dyeing the already dark sky even darker. The streets, rooftops, and courtyards were filled with corpses and debris that had not yet been cleared. Reishi Dust slowly floated in the air, like a dirty snow that refused to fall.
Fourth Division's first aid center is located in the block with the least damage.
Stretchers were brought in one after another, and the list of wounded became thicker and thicker. The smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of medicine lingered in the narrow corridor for a long time.
Zhu Sibo Yihua was sitting against the wall, half holding Redwater Mirror lying on the ground with one hand, and letting it hang naturally to the ground.
The light of the mirror has dimmed
Her face was frighteningly white, and there was no trace of blood on her lips. Shuichi's Yellow Flower was healing his injuries, but her eyes were still open, and she was quietly looking at her hands on her knees.
Shuichi squatted half in front of her, Kaidō's light lit up in his hands, Shuichi rarely used Kaidō, because there were Yellow Flower external injuries, but internal injuries Yellow Flower didn't have much effect. He withdrew his sense of penetration into her body and said in a gentle tone, "Your Spirit Network is fine, but Reiatsu was overdrawn so hard that it almost burned through the soul knot..."
Ika reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a smile, "Thank you very much, Captain Shuichi."
Shuichi did not answer the call.
Because he knew that Reiatsu of Ika had fallen irreversibly, sliding all the way from the high level Seated Officer to the low level Seated Officer. Although she could slowly climb back with future practice, the overdraft that night left indelible traces on her body.
some time after the war
Fourth Division
The deepest part of the emergency room is separated by a temporary white cloth.
Retsu Unohana is inside, with several High-Ranking Seated Officer surrounding him as assistants
Her hands floated on Zhu Sibo Zhengyuan's body, green light lit up, and she was combing Zhu Sibo Zhengyuan's spirit body inch by inch.
Almost no part of his body was intact. Gran Rey Cero tore through his defense line. His violent Bankai counterattacked his Spirit Network. In addition, his body was exhausted due to the extreme battle. Three heavy injuries were stacked on top of each other.
Shuichi's initial treatment saved him his last breath.
And next, it depends on Unohana's hand whether this almost broken spirit body can be put back together into a complete Soul Reaper.
Outside the white cloth, no one spoke.
Only the warm white light shines through the curtains.
In another corner of the emergency room, it was a completely different scene.
"Shut up! Lie down!"
Yamada Kiyonosuke pressed Kensei Muguruma back onto the stretcher with such force that he lacked any gentleness as a doctor.
"You have saved your life, don't mess around with me here!"
Kensei opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was blocked by Yamada.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Yamada quickly treated the hideous wounds on his body while cursing, but the movements of his hands were very steady. "Who do you think you are? One person is driving Bankai against a group of Gillian, and you are standing there like a living target!"
"If it weren't for your rough skin and thick flesh, and your life as hard as a stone, just the few rounds of Cero you took, you would have turned into ashes along with those Xu!"
"I..."
"Shut up!"
Kensei was completely silent.
He was lying on the stretcher, looking at Fourth Division Lieutenant who was cursing and suturing his wounds more meticulously than anyone else, and suddenly felt that he was not suffering from the scolding.
Yamada Kiyonosuke's medical skills are completely inferior to Captain Unohana, and he is even one of the only people in Seireitei who understands the structure of the human body.
Likewise, his mouth is indeed the most merciless knife in the entire Fourth Division.
Almost every corner of the emergency room was occupied.
Under the temporary white cloth tent, the air was always filled with the smell of disinfectant, the smell of blood and sweat. Stretchers and straw mats were laid out in rows. The wounded were either groaning, silent, or crying softly. Fourth Division and Squad Member walked among them, walking in a hurry but in an orderly manner.
In a temporary tent on the east side of the emergency center, a young officer from the 12th Division was being held down on the shoulders by two 4th Division soldiers. His left arm was almost completely burned from the shoulder down by the Void Flash, leaving only a charred stump, and the wound continued to ooze black spirit fragments.
"Don't move!"
Master Fourth Division pressed him hard. "Kaidō is in progress. If you move around, the wound will worsen!"
Young Seated Officer gritted his teeth, veins popped up on his forehead, but he stared at his ruined left arm, his voice was trembling but stubborn:
"... Can I still take it back?"
Fourth Division was silent for a few seconds before answering in a low voice:
"I can pick it up, but I'm afraid I won't be able to use Zanpakutō anymore."
Seated Officer's lips trembled violently, and in the end he said nothing. He just turned his head sharply to the other side, and a line of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
In the corridor on the west side of the emergency room, the situation was even more chaotic.
Several Sixth Division's Soul Reaper were placed here together. A young Soul Reaper from Sixth Division was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees, and his shoulders were still shaking. He only had a few scratches on his body, but he was obviously mentally shocked. The Fourth Division soldier next to him was trying to comfort him.
The open space on the northernmost side of the first aid center is where the most seriously injured people are treated.
There are more than a dozen of the widest stretchers placed here, with curtains around them to separate relatively independent spaces. Several seriously injured Soul Reaper are gathered here. Fourth Division Third Seat, Fourth Seat, Fifth Seat, the first, second, and third three most core senior rescue teams are doing their best to rescue them here.
Lying on one of the stretchers was a Seated Officer from Ninth Division. His lower body was almost shattered by Cero, and only his upper body was still barely holding on. Reiatsu fluctuates, Fourth Division The soldiers are using the strongest Kaidō and medicinal herbs to stabilize his injuries, but everyone knows that this man may never stand up again.
Low sobs echoed in the air.
A female Soul Reaper who also came from Ninth Division was kneeling next to the stretcher, holding the hand of that Seated Officer tightly. Tears kept falling, but she tried not to make too much noise.
"... I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you..."
Seated Officer, who was lying on the stretcher, smiled weakly, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible:
"... It's okay... at least... I'm still alive..."
In the most chaotic central area of the emergency room, there is an assembly line for handling minor and moderate injuries.
It is also the place where other higher-level rescue squads lead lower-level rescue squads to deal with a large number of wounded people.
This is the most crowded place and the noisiest.
Yamada Kiyonosuke has finished treating Kensei Muguruma and is leading several Squad Member to quickly suture the abdominal wound of another wounded person. As he moves, he does not forget to curse:
"Next! Don't push! Whoever pushes forward will get a few more shots!"
Not far away, a young female soldier from the Fourth Division was kneeling on the ground to set the bones of a Grim Reaper with a broken arm. She was skilled in her movements, but she was obviously exhausted to the limit. Sweat was dripping from her forehead. After handling one, she didn't even have time to take a breath before she was immediately called to handle the next one.
"Next..."
Her voice was very tired, but she still stood up and walked to the next stretcher.
The entire Fourth Division emergency room is like an overloaded machine.
The night is already deep.
But not a single light in the emergency room was extinguished.