After the cervix was dilated to five fingers and above and all other cesarean sections were performed, Gretel fell down on the floor of the operating room.
Before rushing to the street, he used his last breath to ask Miss Yinlong to go out for a run:
"Serila, I always feel something is wrong with so many pregnant women coming here today. Go out and take a look and see if there is anyone suspicious outside..."
"Okay, leave it to me!"
Cerira used two fingers to hold the collar of his hand-washing gown and lay him flat on the operating table. Then, in a flash, he floated out of the operating room and disappeared.
Gretel was left alone lying on the newly cleaned operating table, eyes closed, and not wanting to move his fingertips.
Ah, so tired
He stood for a whole day and performed more than 30 cesarean sections in one go!
It’s not like there were times when we had to go through life-and-death operations in the past. However, waiting for nurses and lower-level doctors to send the patient, sterilize and drape, anesthetize and sew the skin, etc...
Every step of the way, I can always take a break. But this time, I just did it all in one breath!
Moreover, it is a double squeeze both physically and mentally.!
The hands of the sustaining mage are transformed into various surgical instruments, and the operation is performed for 10 hours continuously. Although the mental pressure is not violent, it is equivalent to holding a reeling machine and continuously spinning silk.
After the silk was drawn, people fell down.
"I must get a lot of surgical instruments next time..." He closed his eyes and hummed:
"I want to use real hemostats for surgery, I don't want to use the hands of a mage to turn them into hemostats...the battery life is too bad..."
As for the trouble of manufacturing and using these things, well, since he has money now, he can buy the steel and let the little monster "gold coins" do it. Every time he disinfects or something, he can throw it to others...
Grete was dying and half-dead, but Serira, who had undergone a 10-hour operation together, was walking briskly.
She hummed a song, and as if there were springs under her feet, she ran to the hospital wall, jumped out... tiptoeing, quietly, patrolling the nearby treetops and roofs
There is no one here.
Not here either.
These are all slums, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone suspicious, but the roof is not allowed to be stepped on... Oh, repair, repair, repair!
here……
Got it!
Serila was so proud that she jumped off the ground. With her hands behind her back, she showed off her power and stood in front of the two people:
"What are you doing here?"
At first glance, these two are not from the slums! They are sneaky, hiding in alleys, watching the hospital and whispering to each other, they are definitely not good people!
They are probably the ones Gretel wants to catch!
The man in the felt hat shrank his pupils.
This young lady was highlighted in the information he obtained: silver hair, pointed ears, elf, very, very rich, her martial arts value is unknown but definitely not bad...
You can't beat me if you fight, so how about running away?
The thought had only turned half a circle when the reporter beside him had already taken a step back and pressed his back against the brick wall. He pointed at the tip of his nose and shouted hoarsely:
"He came to me, I don't know anything!"
The man in the felt hat had a buzzing sound on his forehead. Without thinking, he ran away. One step, two steps, and a wave of coldness rolled up behind him. Before he could shiver, his eyes suddenly went dark.
"Zheng!"
At the last moment of his life, he seemed to hear the sound of a string, and then fell into eternal darkness.
"oops!"
Serila's eyes condensed, and she flew forward. She stretched her right hand forward, put her index and middle fingers together, and pinched hard in front of the man in the felt hat.
Between the two fingers, there is a cold and hard half-length needle, with black sharp edges exposed outside the knuckles.
Cerela's breath tightened. She took a step forward, turned her head, and her eyes fell on the man's face.
The other half of the long needle went straight into the man's eye socket. A drop of black liquid flowed out very slowly along the edge of the eyeball.
Pulling out the needle, throwing away the healing spell, and then throwing away the healing spell. After two consecutive healing spells, the man in the felt hat fell over and lost his breath.
Cerela:???
She looked up at the direction where the long needle was flying, kicked off her foot, and flew out. After taking two steps, she suddenly turned back, grabbed the reporter, and ran forward.
There's only one person left alive, so don't let anyone kill you!
Even though she was holding a person in her hand, Miss Silver Dragon's pace was still as fast as a breeze. After running a few steps, a figure suddenly flashed in front of her and shrank into a broken house.
It’s here!
Serila rushed over quickly and kicked in the door. But the room was empty, and there was no one there. She looked around, suddenly squatted on the ground, raised her fist and struck down.
"boom!"
"Ouch! Bah, bah, bah!"
A big hole opened in the ground, which was obviously a prepared escape route. Cerira punched it, and the escape route appeared, and dirty water splashed all over the room. It seems that underneath this retreat route is the sewer of the royal capital.
…
"Huh……"
Cerira wrinkled her nose and retreated outside the house. She held up the protective cover in time to avoid being splashed by the sewage, but the poor reporter was splashed all over. The tragic scene was unbearable to look at.
Serila pinched her nose and endured it, but found that she still couldn't bear it, so she had to be accommodating and threw two cleaning techniques. Then she carried the reporter back to the place where the man in the felt hat had black water flowing across his face.
It's all rotten...
"Oh, I don't know how to play with souls..."
Cerela muttered, then grabbed the body with the hands of the Summoning Mage, and dropped it onto the floating disk.
On one side was the reporter, and on the other was the corpse. They carried it back to the hospital and placed it in front of Grete. Barabala told the story:
"One died..."
Well, this can’t be blamed on Cerela. Grete silently shook her head after hearing half of it: how much the silver dragon loves clean creatures, let her go into the sewer to catch people, why not let her turn the whole capital over...
Gretel comforted her, sent for Lord Graf, and threw the body and the prisoners directly to him. When it was time to investigate and torture, it was better to leave these tasks to professionals...
Gretel had a good sleep by himself. When he got up the next morning, before the operation, Lord Graf stood in front of him solemnly.
"Someone is unfavorable to the hospital." His lordship's face was stern, as if it would crack at any time after applying enough paste:
"To be precise, it is against you and wants to destroy your reputation. The reporter doesn't know who is behind it. He only guesses that it is a powerful person and will continue to investigate."
A powerful person?
Gretel looked toward the hospital door and curled his lips. Without any power, it was impossible to bring half of the pregnant women in the royal capital to him overnight. He shrugged nonchalantly:
"Tell the Baroness and ask her to send someone to investigate. Let's do our own thing and ignore this mess."
Throwing dirty water on him is nothing more than trying to get him away. This approach directly hurts the Queen's own interests.
In this case, just take the matter to the highest level and let the Queen take care of it! I will not get involved in the fight between your nobles!
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