Arknights, but the family has fallen again

As the purest Originium in Otto's pocket flickered, Destiny Reconstruction was constantly repairing the physical injuries of the two.

The Patriot completely forgot he was there to attack. He used up the remaining life of his vocal cords and asked, "How is she?!"

"Yeliya's physical condition is stable, but her mental state is worrying."

Ott's lips had turned blue, but he was still directing everything in front of him in an orderly manner: "You! Clean the table!"

The shield guard was stunned, but his body honestly covered the battle map that was originally covered with chess pieces and flags.

"Amiya! Tell this ship to prepare the operating room!"

Amiya, who was completely at a loss for words, said firmly, "I understand!"

"You! And you! Prepare to heat-insulate and move Ye Liya to the table!"

Two more guerrillas who came with the Patriots subconsciously obeyed Ott's orders when faced with the danger to Frost Star's life.

After they took action, they belatedly looked at the patriots.

Only, the Patriot himself tried to step forward to help.

He brushed aside the two guerrillas and said, "I'll do it!"

The chill radiating from Frost Star's body was too astonishing. If a normal stretcher were used, the fabric would likely deteriorate rapidly in the extreme cold. Furthermore... her reckless chill could even destroy the delicate instruments in the operating room.

Wendigo's big hand embraced Froststar's body, and from the point of contact, the broad palm also turned black, just like the day he met his daughter.

"Dr. Kal'tsit reported! Rhodes Island doesn't have an operating room suitable for Miss Froststar's condition!"

The Rhodes Island main ship responded almost immediately.

Ott tore off the glove on his right hand. The glove, which had already been deteriorated by the cold, was torn apart, revealing his palm which had become one with the fabric after many treatments.

He endured the pain and said to Amiya, "Ask Kal'tsit to send the necessary instruments, and we will perform the operation here."

The soldiers began to build a medical tent that was as sterile as possible, and another soldier quietly brought basic medical supplies to Otto.

This... looks like something a medic would carry, no more, no less.

Ott found a pair of scissors and cut away the flesh stuck to the glove fragments. He wiped away the blood and then put the rapidly healing palm into the surgical glove. He repeated the same process for his right hand.

Amiya couldn't bear to look at Otto's extremely "tight-fitting" uniform, but gritted her teeth and threw herself into the construction of the temporary operating room.

Looking at Otto's suppressed pain, Wendigo noticed that this mind flayer seemed to be really using his body.

Ott seemed to have misunderstood Bozhukasti's look. As he prepared, he spoke nonsense: "Yeliya's sudden change in blood pressure triggered a series of reactions in the Originium lesion. To prevent further deterioration of her condition, I will remove a large number of crystals from her body."

"..." The Patriot said nothing. He keenly noticed that Ott was not worried about the operation.

Technically, this seemed to be a piece of cake for Dr. Ott.

But his anxious attitude, the "tight" clothes and the smell of blood all over his body were explaining another fact: Dr. Ott was indeed very worried before he made the diagnosis.

Ye Liya...

My daughter suddenly fell ill when she heard that joking proposal...

Bozhuokaste pretended to know nothing for the moment.

He still had to wait for his daughter to wake up.

Feeling the itchiness and pain all over his body, Otto felt a little regretful: Even if it was only half, it was really painful.

As for the other half?

There is a reason why W still hates Otto.

"Doc Otter!"

Amiya shouted in the distance, announcing the completion of the temporary medical facility.

Chapter 159 Father

Big Cat took the heat-driven halberd brought by the soldiers and entered the medical tent with Otto.

"Huang." Anyone could hear the trembling in Otto's voice.

The big cat patted his chest and said nothing, but the inside of the tent was no longer so chilly - in the absence of Frost Star's intentional drive, her instinctive Originium skills were not that difficult to deal with.

Ott wore a white coat over his black coat, and his quickly healed hands were hidden in blue surgical gloves. Even with this coat-on-coat approach, his slender figure didn't become bulky.

His arms were still shaking slightly.

With this kind of character, he definitely can't perform any delicate surgery. But... Frost Star doesn't actually need any delicate surgery right now. When dealing with a patient with late-stage Originium disease, hammers, saws, and electric drills are the real workhorses!

The Patriot looked at the Mind Flayer's trembling hands and the mollusk's blade that trembled slightly unconsciously under the pressure of pain, and he shook his head.

That does not work.

Dr. Ott's body had been so pampered that it was already fragile beyond repair. Although his flesh wounds had been repaired by Originium techniques, his nerves were still immersed in pain!

Performing surgery on Ye Liya in this manner might...

Do not!

I reject!

No matter how small the possibility is!

I still refuse!

Wendigo knelt on one knee, lowering himself to the same height as Ott. His large, fan-like hand rested on Ott's shoulder.

He begged hoarsely, "Use me."

Use my body!

Although Otto was not a mind flayer at all, he had always been wary of pure-blooded Wendigos. However, for his adopted daughter, Bodracasti, he offered his own body without hesitation.

Ott looked up and gave him a surprised look.

Although Ott had made a plan for this,... the Patriot actually took the initiative to ask for it? This was indeed beyond Ott's expectations.

He wouldn't refuse this.

Facing his father-in-law who was kneeling on one knee, Ott opened his palm. But a ferocious hand lightly grasped the scalpel in Ott's palm.

The cloudy red eyes in the deer skull suddenly became clear, and the other body, no longer forcibly controlled, collapsed.

Huang quickly scooped up Ott's fragile form, and as he slumped down, her surging chariot rested squarely on his shoulders. She protected him with one hand, using her Originium technique to maintain his body temperature, while her other hand wielded the Heat Drive Halberd, providing warmth to the ice-cold tent.

Icy.

But not from the flesh.

Wendigo felt the "calmness" spreading from deep within his brain, and felt his hands, which were used to holding weapons, deftly operating surgical instruments.

The scalpel's edge was strangely gentle as it cut along the lesions on Frost Star's surface, starting with the easiest-to-treat crystals. As the surface repaired, the Originium in the deeper layers was also drained of energy by Fate's reconstruction, losing its vitality.

For Froststar, Ott and Warfarin had already devised a simple and practical surgical procedure. Even more valuable was that it didn't rely on a crude removal through Fate Reconstruction. On the contrary, it minimized the chances of Fate Reconstruction appearing, greatly reducing Ott's mental burden.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

The several layers of partitions of the tent were lifted one by one, and a figure in green shivered as he entered the makeshift operating room, followed by Mon3ter, who was "petite" in size, holding a medical kit.

She saw Ott in Huang's arms and almost panicked immediately, but with the voice in her mind, Kal'tsit quickly calmed down. She said nothing, and deeply imprinted in her mind the scene of Ott abusing herself to such an extent just for "show".

At this moment, she felt relieved, uneasy, fearful, and even angry - even if it was just deceiving the patriots, why were you unwilling to treat Theresa like this?

Kel'tsit turned her head away and composed herself. She suppressed her emotions in the deepest corner of her heart, in case Otto sensed them during a mental connection.

Why do you all love to hide things?

"Mon3ter, stay and help." Maomao lifted a partition, looked back at the operating scene, and a wisp of white steam floated from the corner of his mouth.

Kal'tsit's body is only slightly stronger than Ott's.

Inside the medical tent, Mon3ter obediently opened the medical box and handed over a chisel.

Click.

Wendigo's big hands moved smoothly as he removed the sticky fabric covered with crystal fragments and dust from Frost Star's body without touching any internal organs.

Bozhukasti sensed the intense focus of another consciousness within his brain. He watched the rapid shifts in his vision, his analysis of Yelena's organs flickering through his intense thinking.

This overly specialized and advanced knowledge was naturally difficult for Wendigo to understand... but he could feel the cold burning in his brain, and feel Otto's concern that was not expressed in any words.

Since the condition of the main body caused some phantom pain, Otto moved the thinking thread of the operation to the Wendigo's brain, which undoubtedly put a considerable burden on the Wendigo's brain.

But this is just right: the processing results can be directly output to the Wendigo's hands for execution.

Mon3ter presents another sticky fabric.

The fabric was carefully delivered with tweezers and slowly stretched out, waiting for the crystal to be cut off with a drastic axe.

The Wendigo's hands suddenly began to operate on himself again, and as his skin repaired, the active source stones dotted on Frost Star's internal organs gradually dimmed.

Bozhuoka was thoughtful.

It turned out to be the case.

After both the caster and the recipient felt the Mind Flayer's healing spell at the same time, Wendigo realized why he was able to suppress the Originium disease using such a simple and crude method: the Mind Flayer's spell was not to promote healing.

He directly creates new flesh and blood for the recipient.

As a veteran, Bozhuocasti knew very little about the principles of healing Originium techniques, but he had his own personal experience. He had never seen anyone's healing spells achieve this level.

The Wendigo took out another piece of sticky fabric from her abdomen, but his movements faltered.

Ott took a deep breath, but felt the smell of blood in his nostrils.

There are Frost Star’s and his own.

Even with Huang's protection, this environment was too harsh for late Homo sapiens.

"Cough cough!"

He choked.

"Thank you." Wendigo's cloudy eyes stared at the weak Sarkaz in front of him, who was curled up in Filin's arms, and suddenly he felt that he couldn't say thank you at all.

The previous cold weather had stained Frost Star's eyelashes with a hint of frost. These eyelashes, as gorgeous as silver jewelry, trembled slightly.

Chapter 160: Do you want to marry the otter again?

The slightly pink palm accurately adjusted the position of the hot and cold valves, and soon, just the right amount of warm water poured out from the shower head.

Since the ship had just been resupplied in Longmen and would be returning to Longmen soon, the water supply for this journey was quite abundant and could support normal living water needs.

Da da da.

Boots tapped the floor as a swaying black silhouette slowly approached the bathroom, her hands clasped in prayer.

Otto was startled. He looked out the frosted glass and saw the familiar figure.

It appears to be a ghost shark.

"Is it painful?" She looked him up and down, as if she could see through the frosted glass and see Otto's body.

For a moment, Otto was unsure of her intentions and let the warm water wash over him.

During a semi-performative treatment, he came into direct contact with a frost star, a spell gone wild, during the "diagnosis" process, resulting in extensive frostbite. After a fate-reconstructing ex nihilo treatment, he was literally "transformed," his skin now completely resembling that of a physical baby.

This process was undoubtedly extremely painful, but Otto wouldn't rely on his willpower. Therefore, the one who bore the brunt of this pain...was actually W, who was connected to Otto's spirit.

"Considering that we have not had a direct confrontation with the Patriots, which would have wasted a lot of combat resources, and instead have received the full support of the guerrillas... the keel dismantling work has also begun, then these costs are worth it."

"Otter, you really do like the Terrans," she said.

Ott frowned and replied, "Like, that's an irresponsible statement."

"I wouldn't use such a personal term to describe a vast ethnic group." The awkwardness of the details made Ott wary. "If you want to 'like' an abstract ethnic group and project your limited love and energy onto it, it will inevitably lead to indifference towards specific individuals."

Certain key words seemed to pique her interest. Ghost Shark's voice inquired, "Since you, Otter, are so resistant to dispersing your limited love and energy, then you already have someone in your heart?"

"..."

Otto silently turned the valve, trying to let hotter water flow to dispel the chill.

In the showerhead, a drop of hot water squeezed through the gap and partially evaporated the moment it was exposed to the air. It passed over Ott's new skin and headed straight for the thin curtain of water on the ground.

drop.

Otto had a vague guess.