Giorno's Method of Treatment

While Fugo's soul was tormented, Li Qing and the others were not idle.

They were trying to figure out how to remove that damned Meat Chunk from Fugo without killing him.

But this is not easy to achieve.

Because the Meat Chunk named Orlanto had completely fused with Fugo's body.

He clung tightly to Fugo's shoulders, back, chest, waist, and thighs, their flesh and nerves intertwined like two cups of tea poured together, impossible to separate.

Giorno for a moment, then his first thought was of his most familiar and relied-upon companion, "Li Qing?"

Li Qing helplessly shrugged, indicating that he was afraid he couldn't do anything about it.

"Is there no other way?"

Giorno's expression turned serious, then he suddenly turned to look at another companion beside him, or rather, an ally he had only known for ten minutes. "Bucciarati?"

Intelligent people understand each other implicitly; Bucciarati immediately grasped Giorno's meaning:

"There's nothing I can do."

He stared intently at Fugo not far away, his eyes filled with pain and urgency:

"That monster has completely fused with Fugo's flesh and blood; my Steel Chain Fingers can't make that precise cut."

"And even if they could be separated by a zipper, their bodies would still be connected through the alternate dimension created by the zipper."

"Doing it this way, there is no way to achieve true separation."

Is that so?

Giorno's expression grew increasingly somber.

Just then, Bucciarati's labored and painful cough rang out from the side:

"Cough cough cough cough."

Amidst violent coughing, Bucciarati suddenly vomited a pool of bright red blood.

He was already carrying the severe injuries caused by the Echoes Act, and then Fernando shot him in the stomach at close range, leaving him without any medical treatment throughout the rest of the battle.

The wide wound showed no signs of healing, and despite Bucciarati's simple bandaging with his clothes, a large amount of blood was still oozing from it.

Prolonged and massive blood loss made him look as pale as a dead man.

"Can't they hold on any longer?"

"Cough cough cough"

Giorno was just worried about Bucciarati's injury when he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In fact, he is in no better condition Bucciarati right now.

The three bullet holes left by Aerosmith on his body are still oozing blood, and the long wound that Fernando cut on his arm has no chance of healing on its own.

"Oops."

"If this continues, we might not even be able to save our own lives, let alone fight."

Giorno wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his brows furrowed deeply.

He suddenly realized that at this moment, he and Bucciarati needed treatment even more than Fugo, who was possessed by the monster.

Li Qing and Bucciarati also realized this point.

But

Who can treat them?

None of the people present were professional doctors, and even if there were, it would have been impossible to heal such severe injuries on the two of them so easily.

"What to do?"

Saving Fugo and healing himself were two enormous problems weighing heavily on Giorno's mind.

"Wait, Fugo?"

Giorno suddenly realized something:

Fugo had also been stabbed hard by Fernando, but the wound that could have been fatal had now healed perfectly.

Orlanto cured him.

Orlanto filled the gaps in the damaged muscles and organs with his own flesh and blood, healing Fugo in a very bizarre way.

"Should we fill the wound with 'flesh'?"

Giorno suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of something.

"Gold Experience!"

A golden humanoid clone instantly appeared around him, followed by a dazzling display of fist shadows:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

The Gold Experience Riot Games, whose panel data showed a strength of C and could actually easily destroy a car, slammed into the ground without reservation, instantly smashing up pieces of cement fragments that flew up.

Then, it suddenly grabbed a small piece of cement, turned around, and shoved it directly into Giorno's wound:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Another dazzling barrage of punches rained down.

Abundant vitality poured out from the Riot Games of the Gold Experience, and the lifeless cement block quickly changed color and deformed, eventually transforming into a constantly writhing Meat Chunk.

The lump of Meat Chunk embedded itself perfectly into Giorno's body, sealing his wound and stopping the bleeding.

In just a second, those serious wounds that would have kept surgeons working overtime all night were completely healed.

"This?! It can be like this?!"

Upon witnessing this bizarre scene, Li Qing was dumbfounded.

He suddenly realized that his teammate seemed to have awakened some incredible healing skill.

This skill seems useless to Li Qing, who possesses data processing abilities, but for those mortal humans, it is undoubtedly a divine means of "bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones."

"I was inspired by Orlanto, and it just popped into my head."

Giorno, now fully recovered, let out a long sigh of relief.

"My thinking has been wrong all along."

"The Gold Experience can create life, but it doesn't necessarily have to create a complete, conscious life form."

"It would be much easier for me to create only soulless animal bodies."

In other words...

"I can easily create only a portion of human tissue and then use that living portion of human tissue to repair the wound!"

He briefly explained his new ability.

Immediately afterwards, Giorno used the same trick again, ordering Gold Experience to heal Bucciarati with human body parts created from cement.

"Thanks."

Bucciarati sincerely thanked him.

But Fugo's problem hadn't been resolved yet, and he didn't have time to be too shocked by Giorno's supernatural abilities.

His wound had barely healed when he asked with concern:

"Li Qing, Giorno, have you thought of a way to save Fugo?"

"If we can't find a way to separate the Meat Chunk from Fugo, then even if we regain our fighting ability, we won't be able to fight that monster."

"This."

Giorno suddenly gave a reassuring smile.

The tension and seriousness he had shown earlier vanished from his face.

"I have indeed come up with a plan, but it requires your and Li Qing's cooperation."

"If Fugo is really controlled by the enemy later, I hope you can help me block Fugo's 'Purple Haze' and give me a chance to directly attack the main body."

"Don't worry, I can produce antiviral serum at any time. Even if you fight Purple Haze in close combat, you will still be able to escape unscathed."

He didn't explain his solution; he simply explained the tactical division of labor.

Bucciarati hesitated for a moment:

"I will help you stop 'Purple Haze,' but how do you plan to solve the parasitic problem?"

Giorno smiled without saying a word.

Although Li Qing couldn't quite figure out Giorno's thoughts yet, he still confidently vouched for Giorno:

"Don't worry, Giorno's plan is definitely foolproof."

"All right."

Bucciarati ultimately placed his trust in this ally he had only known for ten minutes.

After all, Giorno's previous feat of defeating Fugo and Narancia single-handedly had already proven that his intelligence was not to be underestimated.

Entrusting Fugo's life to such a wise man should be no problem.

Bucciarati thought to himself.

Giorno quietly walked up to Li Qing and whispered something to him:

"Li Qing, lend me your dagger."

"Dagger?"

Li Qing was slightly taken aback:

He was indeed carrying a long, sharp dagger.

He had seized this dagger from Amor that morning; Amor had already demonstrated its usefulness to him.

"For you."

Li Qing instinctively handed the dagger to Giorno, but then suddenly felt something was amiss:

"Wait. What are you doing with that dagger?"

Giorno sheathed his dagger and subtly glanced at Fugo was standing not far away.

"Did you see that?"

"The Meat Chunk was always attached to Fugo's torso, and its face, the most important part, the head, seemed to be completely grown on Fugo's chest."

"Understood!"

"As long as we remove the enemy's most important brain center, the monster will no longer be able to control Fugo."

Li Qing understood a little of it, but still felt something was off:

"But now they are intertwined, each in their own right."

How do we get this thing down?

"It's very simple."

In the cold glint of the dagger, Giorno revealed a dangerous smile:

"I'll cut Fugo's head off in a minute."

"Throw away everything below the head."

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