40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 172 32. The doctor who hasn’t had time to do anything yet

Jairzinho Guzman’s mood at this moment is very complicated.

Extremely complex.

First, he didn't understand why Robert Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines, had turned into this haggard appearance in just sixteen hours.

At this moment, the man who was lying quietly in the intensive care unit of the second medical hall of Macragge's Glory could hardly be related to the word 'Primarch'. Despite his height, he almost looked like an exiled refugee, or worse.

Secondly, he did not understand why Robert Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines, was injured and he, the medical officer of the Midnight Blade, was the chief physician.

He wanted to ask that Marius Gage: Do you really not know how our medical skills are learned?

Third, and most importantly. He didn't understand why these people, including Konrad Curze and Angron, had such great trust in his medical skills that they even asked him to make an emergency trip to the Macragge's Glory.

At this moment, he had no time to think more. He was given a new identity - he inexplicably became the temporary leader of the joint medical team.

All medical equipment, medical officers, and pharmacists on the Ultramarines' flagship will obey his orders during this period.

"Until our primarch is healed, or until he dies."

That's what Marius Gage said at the time. He looked at Jairzinho Guzman, his eyes full of complicated and unspeakable emotions. The Chapter Master was covered in wounds, but he would rather not go to treatment for the time being to watch his original body recover first.

Guzman sighed inaudibly and began to secretly long for their instructor to appear and rescue him from this pit of fire.

However, before that, some basic medical diagnosis is necessary.

An extremely professional diagnostic report was quickly handed to Guzman and everyone waiting behind the bulletproof glass at the same time. Guzman couldn't help but feel a little shocked at the speed.

The Night Vessel cannot produce results so quickly. It takes at least thirty minutes for the meditators and the medical equipment to reach an agreement.

And what about this report? Not only was it extremely professional, it only took less than seven minutes.

However, despite being shocked, what needs to be done needs to be done. Guzman calmed down and began to look down at the diagnosis report, his expression becoming more solemn as he read it. Three minutes later, he gave his first orders to his medical team.

"Please provide him with the most basic care and skin cleaning and disinfection. We may have more than one operation to perform later," Guzman said cautiously.

He didn't say anything, but left a lot of room for maneuver. This is inseparable from the results presented in the diagnostic report. After doing this, he changed his clothes through a complicated twenty-step disinfection procedure and came outside the bulletproof window.

Konrad Coates and Angron seemed to have been waiting for a long time, but Marius Gage did not. His eyes followed Guzman's footsteps closely until he came to them.

"How's the situation, Jairzinho?" Konrad Koz asked calmly.

He didn't sound nervous, and even had great confidence in Guzman himself - the medical officer's two hearts stopped for a moment, and he was trying to get the instructor to come to the rescue. Many ideas disappeared quietly.

"Lord Guilliman's situation is unique," Guzman said, still maintaining his cautious tone.

"I don't know how to describe this. The physiological structure of the Primarchs is an unobservable riddle to everyone -"

He made a gesture, and Curze and Angron nodded in agreement.

"——I mean, the Emperor has shaped you with his supreme wisdom, and we obviously cannot understand how he made you so strong."

"But Robert doesn't look strong now." Angron glanced sideways at the bulletproof glass, and the worry between his eyebrows was visible to the naked eye. "So, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, Doctor Jairzinho."

"He" Guzman pursed his lips and looked at Marius Gage.

The Ultramarines didn't even look at him. The First Chapter Leader silently looked away, staring at the ground with the metal dividing line in silence.

Guzman sighed and spoke seriously.

"The diagnostic report shows that he is now in critical condition," Guzman said. "This is so obvious that it doesn't require a professional medical diagnosis to see it."

"But the real problem is not here. Doctors need to find the cause before they can prescribe the right medicine. The medical report shows that he lost a lot of blood, was malnourished, and had internal disease or failure. His current physical condition looks like he has been hungry for a long time and is living in a bad environment. He has A refugee with multiple infectious diseases and complications, but we have no idea what exactly is wrong with him - I'm sorry, Chapter Master Gage, but I can't find a better description. ”

"It's okay." Gage replied softly, still looking at the ground and clenching his fists.

After saying this, he was silent for a while and then raised his head. He looked at Guzman and spoke firmly.

"I have been mentally prepared, and I also believe that he will not simply abandon us and leave. Doctor Jairzinho, you can use any medical method you think may be effective to treat our injuries." Primarch, I swear that no one aboard the Macragge's Glory will have a problem with your words and the consequences of your treatment."

"Including us," Konrad Coates added. "I believe you, Jairzinho, you have cured Khalil. I believe the situation will not be worse than it is now."

He smiled and told the secret of the legion without changing his face: "You can bring a skeleton back to life, and my brother still maintains vital signs."

He said no more, and Jairzinho Guzman didn't think he needed to hear more. He probably knew why his primarch thought he was a good healer.

Guzman nodded, his mood becoming serious and calm, just like he felt every time he received medical treatment. He did not stop, and soon returned to the medical hall through twenty disinfection procedures.

In Guzman's eyes, Robert Guilliman's condition is actually not complicated. If ordinary people have these symptoms, they can even be considered easy to solve.

But Robert Guilliman was no ordinary man. He is a Primarch, and his physical structure is extremely complex, like a complex Rubik's Cube covered with black cloth. If you want to try to solve the Rubik's Cube and restore it in this situation, it may be impossible.

Guzman quickly thought of a solution.

Five minutes later, he took a finely crafted power dagger provided by the Ultramarines and prepared to use it to open Robert Guilliman's chest.

Guzman knew very well how much he weighed. In the eyes of most people who knew about Khalil Rojales' resurrection, he was a medical officer with superb medical skills. But in fact, Khalil's resurrection from the beginning to the end Odu has nothing to do with Guzman.

When it comes to medical skills, he only has extraordinary skills in human physiology and anatomy, nothing more.

But here's the problem. The original body is a Rubik's Cube that cannot be observed. The only way to clearly observe the current state of the Rubik's Cube is to tear off the black cloth. You must look directly at him to unlock his secrets.

The other Ultramarines medical officers and pharmacists in the medical hall obviously lack this kind of courage, so let him do this, Jairzinho Guzman.

He comes to do what he is good at, and the Ultramarines' medical team comes to do what they are good at. In Guzman's opinion, the medical level of the Ultramarines is much better than that of him and his brothers. Robert Guilliman's current situation cannot be left alone. He must be treated.

Guzman grasped the power knife tightly and pressed it against Robert Guilliman's almost collapsed chest. He looked at the assistants standing on the left and right, looked at each of them, and took three deep breaths calmly.

Under his eyes, the Ultramarines became much calmer. After everything was ready, Guzman put his index finger on the guard of the dagger, preparing to press the start button of the decomposition force field.

At this moment, Robert Guilliman suddenly opened his eyes.

Guzman's hand shook suddenly. He was sure that he had just seen a fleeting white light in Guilliman's blue eyes. The light was so dazzling that it frightened him.

"It looks like I'm back on the Macragge's Glory?" Robert Guilliman said in a hoarse voice.

He moved his neck and looked left and right. The Ultramarines were silent and stayed where they were, as if struck by lightning. Guzman took a deep breath and answered with the same courage he had once seen Khalil Lojales sit up from the iron platform.

"Yes, Lord Guilliman, you are now back on your flagship."

Guilliman rolled his eyes and gave him a thoughtful look.

"Well, it seems that you are my attending physician?" The haggard original body twitched the corners of his mouth and barely showed a smile. "Thank you for waking me up, Medical Officer."

Guzman's cheek twitched.

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