C188 Blank to Distant(part Iii)

Ten minutes later, Arthur and Duke Hall were chased out of the operation room. Guinevere and the rest needed to focus and not be disturbed, it seemed like Guinevere had woken up for real.

"Is it really possible?" Relying on that kid? Arthur sat on a bench at the side and asked.

"Those who can do it, do not underestimate Constantine. "That child has a very high concentration and nimble hands. So far, he had saved countless injured and dying animals. I still remember a lark bitten to pieces by a fox. Under his care, it only took a month to fly again. "

"Maybe he's just a coward who weaves larks while crying." However, his hands could summon miracles, [the hand of God]. The Duke Hall said.

In the operation room.

Guinevere was shocked.

To think that a person's hand could move so quickly. Furthermore, every movement was as smooth as flowing water. It was as smooth as flowing water.

Guinevere almost had to compress her sense of time to the limit in order to barely be able to see Constantine's moving hands. Even so, in Guinevere's eyes, all she could see were afterimages of hand after hand. In reality, she could not even see how Constantine's hands moved or what trajectory his hands were moving in.

Unbelievable! Was this really the action of a child?

No — was the person in front of him really a child?

Could it be that he had gotten something wrong, that the person in front of him was some kind of god that descended to the mortal world or was possessed by a deity? In this absolute time that was almost still, he continued to do a lot of sewing and used his divine hands to save the world …?

With the help of a magnifying glass, Constantine used a specially made, extremely thin suture to suture the nerves and blood vessels at high speeds. Hundreds or thousands of nerves were stitched together in an instant. The whole process was faster than anyone could imagine.

Guinevere could only tense up and continuously give out orders. Her brain had no choice but to start working at a high speed. Even if she was slightly slower than Constantine, it would affect his following movements. Her pressure was probably even greater than Constantine's. In order to not delay Constantine's progress, she had no choice but to increase her speed to a realm that she had never been able to reach before!

Guinevere, who was already very proficient in surgery and had fast and delicate hands, felt that she was left far behind by someone's speed for the first time. However, she did not even have the time to think about it!

Two hours and thirty minutes passed. Constantine had already perfectly sewn over ten thousand nerves. Basically, everything that needed to be connected had already been connected. Just at this time, Constantine was also extremely tired.

Ugh …" What's next, I'll be leaving it up to you. "Constantine put down the thread in his hand and fell to the ground.

"What should we do —" The Therapist asked.

"I, I will take over," Guinevere said. She was already very tired, but she still managed to hold on and had to finish the operation. "

Just a little more. Guinevere thought so. However, this last step took her nearly half an hour to complete. This was the difference between her and Constantine.

"Phew …" By the time she walked out of the operation room, Guinevere was already drenched in sweat. "The operation should have been successful. "

Arthur walked over and asked, "It's only been three hours, how did it end so quickly? "

"Three hours?" Why do I feel like I've gone too far... Several times... Heavens … Her tensed nerves instantly relaxed, and before Guinevere could finish speaking, she lost consciousness.

She was hugged by Arthur before she fainted on the ground. "So warm …." she whispered.

When she woke up, it was almost evening, and the last rays of the setting sun shone through the window of the lounge.

"Oh, you're awake?" Would you like some black tea? can help to eliminate fatigue. "Arthur handed the girl a cup of Count Black Tea, and the aroma of the black tea permeated the air in front of Guinevere.

"Yes, but next time, remember to add a tablespoon of milk and half a tablespoon of sugar." "

"I'll pay attention next time." Arthur replied.

"Wu wu, my head hurts …" Constantine seemed to have woken up as well. He crawled up from the sofa and held his head as if he was in pain.

"Come and drink some tea and eat some cake." Arthur said, "With enough sugar, the headache will be solved." "

"Is there anything good to eat?" Great. Constantine ran over, picked up the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, then drank the black tea together with it.

How sloppy, Guinevere thought as she wolfed down her food. Only when she ate did the child act like a child.

She thought back to the child's godlike ingenuity during the operation. This child has limitless potential. If he was allowed to properly study medical knowledge, his future would definitely be limitless. He was a piece of diamond ore. As long as he was cut and polished, he would become incomparably dazzling. He was able to reach heights that had never been reached in the history of mankind. He would become a legendary doctor for all eternity.

"Child, I heard you were an orphan?" Guinevere asked, "Since you have nowhere to go, are you going to follow me?" I can teach you all kinds of medical knowledge, and when you've learned it, there's no one in the world who can surpass you in the field of surgery. Your talent can save countless lives. "

"Um …" Constantine was stunned, he was tempted, "No, forget it." To be honest, I hate learning, and I'm afraid of the bloody business of surgery. They had no choice but to do it previously, in order to save him.

However, his grandfather had said that as long as a child concentrated on playing, it was fine. In the future, it was best to wait until they grew up before deciding anything. He would have to make a hasty decision now. When he felt that it wasn't suitable for him to change his mind, it would become troublesome and he might be unable to change his mind even if he wanted to. I don't want to meet such a thing. "

"But …"

"Hey, and I already have an appointment." Uncle Kaldor said that after he has dealt with the matters of the family, he will come to adopt me and take me away from the orphanage. "That's why I can't leave with you, sister." "

"But your talent …." "

"Forget it, Guinevere." "The child is right. His future is up to him." Even if he's going to waste his talent, it's his decision and we have no right to interfere. Please respect his decision. "

"…." Well, I don't care about that. Guinevere replied.

Arthur took advantage of Duke Hall's absence and asked, "Why do you always call Duke Hall your grandfather?" He doesn't look that old? "

"I don't know." Grandfather is grandfather. The children of the orphanage had called him grandpa since a long time ago, and the older generation of older brothers and sisters had also called him grandpa since they left the orphanage. Although she looked very young, Sister Ruth said that her grandfather was already in his eighties. "

"What?" "Arthur was shocked, but when he saw that Guinevere was also surprised, he immediately asked," What are you so shocked about? Didn't you know about the Duke Hall? "

"Know his background?" How is this possible!? Guinevere waved her hand and chuckled, "Indeed, father and Duke Hall do have a good relationship." But that was their friendship and had nothing to do with me. I don't know much about him. At most, I've known him as an uncle since I was a kid. Eh, so that means, he even hugged me when he was young! The Duke Hall at that time was exactly the same as it is now … It hadn't changed at all! "

"He hasn't aged a bit in the past ten years!" "

Speaking to this point, Arthur already knew in his heart that Hall was definitely not a pure human.

Elves, giants, or perhaps the blood of other Photon Creature? It might even be … Charm Demon?

At the same time, in Dark Domain, in the Foxes' research institute.

"Uh-huh!" Stop! What do you want!? Bedivere shouted loudly. He could feel the sharp pain of a hard object piercing into his body.

"Don't be noisy, it'll be done soon." The fox man researcher said coldly as he stabbed the metal rod that resembled a probe into Werewolf Boy's chest.

It hurts. Without the anesthetic, the fox people did not care about Bedivere's pain at all, and immediately stabbed him in.

It hurts. But Bedivere did not dare to move. He was afraid that the metal rod would break. He was even more afraid that the metal rod would accidentally pierce his heart. In fact, he didn't have much leeway. After all, his hands and feet were firmly bound to the operating table.

He suddenly remembered what Toville had said before, about how the foxes had cut open their internal organs.

He also thought back to the "Pandora's Project" he had seen in the research institute's icebox, where people were injected with a horrifying black solution that turned them into monsters.

In his heart, Bedivere was not afraid of being killed, or being half-dead. What he was really afraid of was the Pandora's Plan. He was afraid that if he turned into that kind of monster, he would hurt Arthur and the others.

If such a thing were to happen, Bedivere would truly be a living hell.

At that moment, he was filled with such fear that he did not even hear what the people around him said.

"Well?" Can it be done? Coves asked the researcher.

"In theory." However, it depends on the other party's ability to determine whether it is real or fake … the fox man said.

"Wait!" Let him sleep before you say anything. Coves said.

A handkerchief covered Bedivere's face. Before he could react to what was happening, he lost consciousness.