Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

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"Ahhh... The familiar Rhode Island intensive care room is the second time. Rankopel

opened his eyes, and the familiar metallic silver-gray ceiling came into view.

At this time, he was lying in the medical cabin, the top hatch had been opened, and a slight glance to the side could see that the half-opened window on the side was reflecting the golden sun.

It should be around noon, Rankopel guessed.

"..."

Three infusion tubes of different inner diameters are inserted in his left arm, and the other end is directly connected to the inside of the infusion chamber – a nutrient supplement set that Kelsey tailor-made for Rankopel.

"I guess it's another large amount of medical expenses." Rankopel

thought to himself, usually if you need to use a medical cabin for treatment, the cost is not much less.

"Oh, you're awake... Amia just came to see you, if only a few minutes earlier, Amia could pounce on you and hug you, how about it? Is it a pity?" At

this time, Warfarin's voice came from the side, that is, this tone was a little audible to the ears, and a little glance could see Warfarin sitting next to the medical cabin on the other side.

Warfarin's expression at this time was a little tired, obviously he had been busy for a long time, and even Warfarin should be in charge of taking care of this time when Rankopel was in a coma.

"Can you hug me then?"

but since the other party said so, Rankopel also climbed up the pole and said half-jokingly.

"Okay.

But what he never expected was that Warfarin actually hugged himself directly, and even the two words promised by the other party came a few seconds after the action.

"Huh?" this

time it was Lankopel's turn to be stunned, was it so decisive?"

"It's just a hug, Amia often hugs patients, which can give patients the benign effect of tranquility and calm."

And Warfarin, of course, couldn't pounce on her whole body, just bent down, hugged Rankopel a little, and then leaned into Rankopel's ear with a little evil smile and said:

"You shouldn't have any other ideas, Rankopel?"

How is it possible, it's just a joke, you suddenly pounced on me and startled me. "

This was really unexpected, and when I first pounced, I knew that it was warfarin on the other side, otherwise Rankopel almost reacted.

"Warfarin, you have a very fragrant smell on you, is it some kind of perfume?" At

this moment, Rankopel's nose twitched a few times, and then asked Warfarin.

It seems that your olfactory nerves have recovered, this smell is half a month ago, and it should be dispersed tomorrow.

Warfarin smiled and said to Rankopel

, "Do you know Miss Lena, she is a very good perfumer, she is now working in the medical department of the ship,

and she has made her own perfume with a slightly healing effect.

"[Fragrance Spring], that's a nice name.

"I have a sample that she gave me half a month ago, and the effect is very good, even if there is no trauma itself, it can greatly reduce fatigue."

"Kelsey is paying close attention to you, the data in the Rhode Island blood bank has been delayed, and I stayed up all night to take care of you for more than a week."

"Thank me well, Rankopel. Of

course, Rankopel knew Lena, that is, the profession is a perfumer, and the code name is also a perfumer's four-star operator, after all, the healing action in the game is like lifting a mop.

I'm ashamed to say that this is what impressed me the most about the perfumer at the beginning, but after diving into some of Lena's stories, I also liked this little girl from the bottom of my heart.

"Thank you for taking care of you during this time, Warfarin, I made a note of it. "

How is Rem Billiton doing now?"

Rankopel thanked Warfarin before returning to Rembiton.

"Thank you for your blessing, although a large area of Rem Bituo seems to have been run over by a hundred thousand grass beasts, the casualties are still under control. Warfarin

immediately responded to Rankopel.

"It's not just me, but Amia, she's amazing, really... It's amazing, and the number of creatures who survived under her protection definitely exceeded me. Rankopel

thought back, genuinely complimenting Amia.

"You know, Rankopel, when Kelsey, I, the Doctor, and Amia met before, Amia praised you at that time as being able to demolish meteorites with your bare hands.

Warfarin said to Rankopel, his tone admiring but complicated:

"Looking at the entire blood demon race, it is the only one who can do this kind of thing with your strength.

"I have no right to judge whether the nature of what you do is right or wrong, and in your place, I probably wouldn't choose to stand up for a group of ordinary people at Rembiton." "

“...... But I will do my best to restore you after your battle, and it is the duty of a healer.

Rankopel barely braced his hands behind his back, sat up half, and said to Warfarin:

"How many years do I have left in my life?"

You are one of the few non-immortal species among the blood demons, your original lifespan is only about two hundred years, every high-intensity battle, which time is not squandering your pitiful life?"

said Rankopel in a weak but firm tone:

"Life is not in length, but in thickness.

"If there is a result, tell me and I gladly accept it."

"I will never regret my choice.

Warfarin sighed, turned to Rankopel and said

, "Forget it, saving so many people, it's really hard for you, if you really have no other purpose,

then I have to admit that you are really a saint walking in a sea of blood."

"You should have put Sarkota's aura on your head and look commensurate."

After laying down a needle of complex nutrient solution for Rankopel, Warfarin finally said

to Rankopel in a serious tone:

"Your physical condition is not optimistic, according to the speed of this metabolism, even if you don't have any battle next, Rankopel, you won't live..."

For

this result, Rankopel had a psychological expectation.

Decade.

Ten years may sound like a long time, but those who have actually experienced it will understand that ten years is too short... Too short.

It was as short as the Usas tundra, and the dripping water from the ice edges hanging from the dilapidated wooden shacks fell to the ground for so long that it was quickly forgotten before it was even discovered.

"Warfarin, I am not afraid of death, I am the same as Kelsey, but at the moment I still have unfinished business and people I can't let go, and my death is not in exchange for anything. Rankopel

closed his eyes and said seriously:

"In other words, my death must be a very good deal, if the price given by the god of death is not enough, my life will live tenaciously forever."

Warfarin stared at Rankopel in a complicated tone:

"What a rotten demon joke, my ears could hear cocoons three hundred years ago."

"But if you do face your own death deal one day... What price would you ask for before you would die?"

Rankopel replied quickly this time:

"It's hard to say, after all, people change, and so do I."

"Besides, time is not a noble thing in my eyes, just like ordinary resources such as water, food, minerals, wood, and air." "

Eh, Warfarin, you say..."

Rankopel pressed up hard, the warm sunlight seeping through the window, spilling on his face.

"Is there such a thing... What kind of elixir or technology can make a short-born seed become an immortal seed?"

Of course, Rankopel asked this sentence itself as a casual joke.

"Yes.

Warfarin answered Rankopel very decisively this time.

"What is it?" "

Can something really turn a short-born species into an immortal species?" Rankopel was not even the desire to survive, but incomparable surprise and curiosity.

"Legend has it that in the far south of Sargon, through the burning wind, you can see the city of gold half buried by wind and sand, where rare treasures are everywhere like the rotten stones around Kazdall.

Warfarin paused, and then said to Rankopel:

"And the City of Gold is further away, and it is at the southern end of the continent of Terra—I remember that in some ancient Sargon texts, there is a legendary fountain of immortality. "

You can become an immortal seed with one sip." Rankopel

thought for a moment, and smiled dumbly:

"Ha... But that place is not so good.

Warfarin laughed equally, and then replied seriously:

"Haha, of course. "

Hundreds of years ago, the cowards of nightmares were almost unstoppable. "

The iron hooves of the khan almost whipped the entire earth, and even our blood demons would be so scared that we couldn't sleep when we heard the sound of the scimitar rubbing the skull on our waist."

"As long as the khan's royal tent appears in any corner of this land, it is an absolute forbidden domain, and even the ancient king chief of Sargon will be frightened when he sees the nightmare banner."

"They came from the northernmost part of the continent to the southernmost part of the continent—and the cowardly nightmares were going to measure the distance of the land with their own bodies.

"This is the so-called 'heavenly path' of the cowardly Xues.

"And yet... It is such a strong and terrifying journey to conquer the sky, all the way deep when chasing and killing the monsters of the desert, entering the burning hot land, and there is no reply.

"Today, there are only a few dozen cowardly people still alive, either frantically pursuing the lofty fantasies of their ancestors in the past, or accepting reality and living like ordinary people.

"So, Rankopel, you are strong, very strong, but all your powers are not in your possession, and once you want to achieve the power of breaking the rules, you need to burn life.

"Now that you go to burn the hot earth, you are looking for your own death, at the very least, you must completely master all the power that you were able to use before, and optimize the consumption of your body's lifespan as much as possible."

"That's all I can give you, even just a comfort that will make you feel better, after all, the fountain of immortality is just something from the ancient legend of Sargon and has not yet been confirmed."

Warfarin said a lot in one breath before stopping, although her tone was a little flat, but Rankopel could still hear that Warfarin cared about herself.

"Thank you, Warfarin...

Rankopel coughed and said to Warfarin

, "but as you say,

such is the duty of a healer.

"After all, I can't sit idly by and watch so many people die like this, even if these people have nothing to do with me, but it's my duty to keep them from dying and getting hurt."

"I'm also a healer. "