Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Don't be afraid, you don't need to take what that white dog said to heart."

Shuiyue's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she exclaimed excitedly, "So he lied! The seawater of Dosoles won't actually kill Haisi?"

“No, Qi Yan never lies,” the doctor said earnestly.

Shuiyue's smile vanished again as she crouched on the edge of the platform, sobbing and manipulating her tentacles while anxiously awaiting danger.

Meanwhile, Ernesto, Smann, and others had also been successfully rescued.

A group of people surrounded Sman, their faces showing no joy at the successful rescue, only anxiety.

Sman, who was lively and strong as an ox not long ago, is now pale and his shoulder is covered in blood and flesh. He is clearly on the verge of death.

Are there any doctors in the team?

Ernesto tore off his own clothes and tried to bandage Sman.

But he knew in his heart that doing this would provide more psychological comfort than actual benefit.

Sman had lost too much blood, and there was hardly any blood left flowing from his wounds. In this situation, the only way to save him, besides an immediate blood transfusion, was through Originium Arts, a healing technique.

However, everyone present looked at each other and fell silent.

The atmosphere instantly turned icy; everyone pursed their lips, a strong sense of resentment welling up inside them.

Sman squinted, his lips moving as if he were saying something.

Ernesto listened intently, but couldn't make out anything; Smann seemed to be just muttering unconsciously.

This situation weighed heavily on Ernesto's mind.

"five minutes."

A cool, clear female voice suddenly rang out from outside the crowd.

Everyone was shocked and turned to look.

A woman wearing a red coat and a black school swimsuit appeared on the platform at some point, her expression indifferent, while she was wringing out water from her tail as she spoke.

Everyone looked tense, and some had even drawn their weapons.

They didn't know the woman, and no one even noticed when she approached them.

"Don't worry, everyone, they're on our side."

The doctor quickly stepped forward, standing between the two sides, and looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, saying, "Hong, what are you doing here? What did you mean by that last sentence?"

The visitor was none other than Red, who had been acting alone and searching for the doctor's whereabouts.

When the professor asked, Hong gave a concise explanation:

"Kal'tsit's orders are to take you back. He only has five minutes to live."

Hong's words cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

Five minutes is a very tight timeframe, even under normal circumstances, to get someone to the hospital, let alone in this chaotic situation.

Sman is practically considered dead.

But the doctor didn't panic. He looked at Red and asked:

“You’re not the kind of person who talks nonsense. Since you’ve taken the initiative to show yourself, you must have a solution.”

Hong nodded: "I've already contacted Susuluo."

Upon hearing this name, the doctor instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at the others, smiled, and explained:

"Don't worry, everyone. Sman is saved. As long as Sussolo arrives, even the King of Hell himself can't take Sman away."

The group looked at each other, wondering who this Susuluo the doctor was talking about was, that she could receive such high praise.

At the same time, the roar of jet skis could be heard in the distance.

Everyone turned to look and saw a brand-new jet ski speeding toward them.

On the motorcycle, three beautiful figures were huddled together.

Sussurro hugged Eyjafjalla with one arm and wrapped the other around Cast Iron's waist, screaming:

"Slow down, we're going to be thrown off!"

"Saving lives is urgent, there's no time to slow down!"

As he spoke, Cast Iron twisted the throttle again, and the jet ski roared as it accelerated.

As it approached the platform where everyone was, Cast Iron executed a clean and precise drift, bringing the jet ski to a steady stop at the edge of the platform.

Sussurro and Eyjafjalla behind her screamed as they were flung away.

Faced with this situation, Cast Iron remained calm. He turned off the engine, stood up, and used his strength to catch Sussurro and Eyjafjalla in one arm and landed steadily with them.

"Where are the injured?" Cast Iron asked immediately upon landing.

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they quickly surrounded Cast Iron, pulling her towards Sman.

"You must be Dr. Sussuro, please come and save Sman."

"Dr. Susuluo, you are like a god descended to earth, so handsome!"

Cast Iron, looking completely bewildered, was pulled in front of Sman. After a moment's reaction, he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Everyone has misunderstood. I am not Sussurro. My name is Ironforge. I am a Rhodes Island Guardian Operator. I am responsible for fighting."

Everyone froze, their gazes turning back to the others.

The next second, they went straight to Eyjafjalla and pulled her toward Sman.

“Dr. Sussuro, I can tell at a glance that you are a good doctor. Your demeanor makes me feel at ease.”

"Actually, I recognized you as Dr. Susuluo at a glance, but they misled me."

Eyjafjalla's face turned red, and she shook her head vigorously.

"It's not me, I'm Eyjafjalla, she's Sussurro."

Following Eyjafjalla's direction, everyone finally turned their attention to Sussurro, whom they had completely ignored.

Susuluo stood there, her face dark with anger, her flat chest heaving.

Chapter 266 The Protagonist of One's Own Life

Dozens of gazes converged on Su Suluo.

Even though everyone knew that it was impolite, they simply couldn't control themselves.

"This... young lady, are you of legal age?"

"Don't say that, Sman is saved! This girl looks confident!"

"What the hell? Did you forget a word? Where's the chest... uh?!"

Susuluo's pretty face was so dark it was almost dripping with water.

However, she also knew that now was not the time to bother with these guys.

"Move aside, I need to begin treating the wounded."

With a stern face, Susulu pushed aside a group of figures a head taller than her and came to Sman's side.

After carefully examining Sman's condition, Susuluo's expression turned somewhat grim.

Seeing the change in her expression, everyone instantly lost their joking mood and held their breath.

"Damn you, Cast Iron! This guy only has a few more minutes to live, why are you in such a hurry to speed off? You almost scared me to death!"

Sussuluo turned and scolded Cast Iron, who just chuckled and scratched his head.

But the other people had strange expressions.

He can live for several more minutes.

Look, this is human language?

So, as long as you haven't gone to report to the King of Hell, it's not considered serious?

Sussuro didn't care what others thought, and began to treat Sman on her own.

As she began her work, an aura of confidence emanated from her. Treating wounds, bandaging, and performing Originium Arts, her movements were fluid and graceful, as if she had rehearsed them countless times, making for a delightful sight to behold.

Just by watching from the sidelines, everyone's worries gradually dissipated.

In less than half a minute, Susuluo completed her treatment.

Sman's pale face regained color at a visible speed, and then his breathing became even as he fell into a deep sleep.

"Be careful not to get the wound wet, avoid strenuous exercise for two weeks, and eat more protein."

Susuluo stood up, gave a brief explanation to the people around her, and turned back to Cast Iron with a flourish.

"It's cured already?!"

Everyone, including Ernesto, had expressions as if they had just seen Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma, who was helping Chen wring out her hair, suddenly felt a chill, as if someone was talking about her behind her back.

She looked around but found nothing, so she continued to focus on helping Chen with his hair.

"No need to tie it up, just let it hang loose," Chen stopped Hoshiguma. "There's water everywhere, and your hair will definitely get wet a lot. Tying it up is too much trouble."

Hoshiguma nodded, took a half step back, carefully examined Chen's face for a few moments, and suddenly laughed:

"You look quite good with your hair down like that, but you always have such a long face, it's like you're about to grab someone."

"Did you catch Qi Yan's infection?"

Chen glared at Hoshiguma, then turned and walked towards the professor.

Seeing her approach, the doctor stopped his conversation with the patriot and asked:

"What's the matter?"

"I want to apologize to you," Chen said inexplicably.

Seeing that the doctor did not understand, Chen explained:

"It wasn't until the rescue in the water that I understood your and Qi Yan's intentions. You two really thought things through more than I did. I had underestimated the situation before."

Qi Yan said that I sometimes rely too much on Chi Xiao and my swordsmanship. I didn't understand at the time, but now I realize that violence alone cannot completely solve the problem.

We must keep thinking and figure out where the problem lies in order to solve it at its root.

As she spoke, she glanced at Patriot.

She knew the Patriots' strength and understood that they hadn't intended to use their full power.

It wasn't just the Patriots; the Doctor, Qi Yan, and Mostima, among others, were all fooling around, as if they were building their own happiness on the suffering of others.

But it was precisely their behind-the-scenes manipulation, pushing the citizens of Dosoles to move forward, that enabled those citizens to take action and achieve true salvation.

Chen thought about it a lot.

She recalled the incident at Lungmen, where she seemed to be involved throughout and did her best to save people, but in the end, only Rhodes Island truly changed the situation.

She was like a minor character, insignificant.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Old Chen."

The doctor gently patted Chen on the shoulder, pulling her back to reality from her reverie: "Everyone is the protagonist of their own life. There is no need to become someone else, nor is there any need to compare yourself with others."

Our actions may seem impressive, but there's always the risk of things going wrong. If we mess things up, we'll be considered truly heinous thugs.

But you're not. You're that righteous fool who's always on the right path.

Chen pursed his lips and said nothing.

At this moment, Ernesto also walked over, nodded to the doctor, and said:

"Thank you for your help, but I already have my own goals for the next steps."

"I'd like to hear the details." The doctor's lips curled up beneath his mask, clearly in a good mood.

"Resistance is necessary, but we can't rush it. I don't want to continue mindlessly expanding the ranks right now."

Ernesto's eyes were thoughtful; he seemed to be expressing his own plan, but it was more like he was asking for the doctor's opinion.