40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 172 32. The doctor who has not had time to do anything

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

Extremely complex.

First, he didn't understand why the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman, had turned into the haggard form he was now in just sixteen hours.

At this moment, the person who is lying quietly in the intensive care unit of the Second Medical Hall of the Glory of Macragge is hardly compatible with the word 'primarch'.Despite his height, he almost looked like a refugee in exile, or worse.

Second, he didn't understand why Robert Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines, was injured, and he, the medical officer of Midnight Blade, would be the attending physician.

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

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

But at this moment, he had no time to think about it anymore, he was given a new identity—he somehow became the leader of a temporary joint medical team.

All medical instruments, medical officers, and apothecaries on the flagship of the Ultramarines will obey his orders during this period.

"Until our primarch is healed, or 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 incredulously, secretly longing for their instructor to show up and rescue him from this fiery pit.

However, some basic medical diagnosis must be made before this happens.

An extremely professional diagnosis report was quickly handed over to Guzman and the people waiting behind the bulletproof glass at the same time. Guzman couldn't help being a little shocked by the speed.

The result could not be produced so quickly on the Nightfall, at least it would take about 10 minutes before the contemplators and the medical equipment could reach an agreement.

And what about this report?Not only is it extremely professional, it even took less than 7 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 order to his medical team.

"Please do the most basic care and skin cleaning and disinfection for him. We may have more than one operation later." Guzman said cautiously.

He didn't put his words to death, but left considerable room for maneuver.This is inseparable from the results presented in the diagnostic report. After finishing this, he went through the complicated [-] disinfection procedures, changed his clothes, and came outside the bulletproof window.

Conrad Curz and Angron seemed to have been waiting for a long time, but Marius Gage was not. His eyes closely followed Guzman's footsteps until he came in front of them.

"How's the situation, Jairzinho?" Conrad Curz asked calmly.

He didn't sound nervous, and he even had a great confidence in Guzman himself-the medical officer's two hearts stopped beating insignificantly at that moment, and the doctor who was trying to get the instructor to come to rescue him Thoughts dissipated silently a lot.

"Master Guilliman's case is unique," said Guzman, still maintaining that cautious tone.

"I don't know how to describe this, the physiology of the Primarchs is an unobservable riddle to all—"

He gestured, and Curze and Angron nodded in agreement.

"—I mean, the Emperor has fashioned you in his wisdom, and we obviously cannot comprehend in what way he has made you so strong."

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

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

However, the Ultramarines did not meet his gaze. The head of the first battle 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. "It's so obvious that you don't need a professional medical report to see it."

"But the real problem is not here. The doctor needs to find the cause before he can prescribe the right medicine. The medical report shows that he has lost a lot of blood, is malnourished, and has internal organ disease or failure. His current physical condition seems to be long-term starvation and living in a bad environment. He has A refugee with multiple contagions and complications. But we don't know exactly what's wrong with his body - excuse me, Chapter Master Gage, but I can't find a better description .”

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

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

"I'm mentally prepared, and I'm sure he won't simply leave us behind. Doctor Jairzinho, you can treat our patients with any medical method you think might work. Primarch, I swear here that no one on Macragge's Glory will have a problem with your words and the consequences of your healing."

"Including us," Conrad Koz added. "I believe you, Jairzinho, you have cured Kalil, and I believe the situation will not be worse than it is now."

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

He didn't say any more, and Jairzinho Guzman didn't think he needed to hear more. He probably knew why his Primarch thought he was good at medicine.

Guzman nodded, his mood had become serious and calm, just like he felt every time he performed a treatment, he did not stop, and soon returned to the medical hall through [-] disinfection procedures again.

In Guzman's eyes, Robert Guilliman's situation is actually not complicated. If ordinary people have these diseases, it can even be regarded as a very easy solution.

But Robert Guilliman was no ordinary man.He is a primarch, his physiology is extremely complex, like a complex Rubik's cube covered by black cloth.If you want to try to solve the Rubik's Cube in this situation and restore it, I'm afraid it's impossible.

Guzman quickly thought of a way.

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

Guzman is very clear about how much he weighs. In the eyes of most people who know about the resurrection of Khalil Rojars, he is a medical officer with superb medical skills. Tail has nothing to do with Guzman.

When it comes to medical skills, he only has extraordinary skills in human physiology and anatomy, that's all.

But here lies the problem. The Primarch is a Rubik's Cube that cannot be observed. The only way to 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 Ultramarine medical officers and pharmacists in the medical hall obviously lack this kind of courage, so let him do this matter Jairzinho Guzman.

He came to do what he was good at, and the medical team of the Ultramarines came to do what they were good at. In Guzman's opinion, the medical level of the Ultramarines was much better than that of him and his brothers.And Robert Guilliman's present condition cannot be left alone, he must be treated.

Guzman gripped the powered dagger 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 gaze, the Ultramarines were much calmer.After everything was ready, Guzman put his index finger on the dagger's gauntlet, ready to press the start button of the decomposition force field.

But at this moment, Robert Guilliman suddenly opened his eyes.

Guzman's hand jerked violently, and he was sure he had just seen a fleeting flash of white light in Guilliman's blue eyes, so dazzling that it frightened him.

"...It looks like I'm back on the Glory of Macragge?" Robert Guilliman said dryly.

He moved his neck, looking left and right.The Ultramarines were silent, staying where they were, as if struck by lightning.Guzman took a deep breath, and answered with the courage he had once seen Khalil Rojars 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 looks like you are my attending physician?" The haggard Primarch pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile. "Thank you for waking me up, Doctor."

Guzman's cheek twitched violently.

　This chapter is 3K, and there is another chapter of 4K.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)