"Lawrence, come here."
Everyone has put down their weapons, and so far they seem to be getting along... very harmoniously?
Xiang An's tall body stood on the outside, holding his chest and keeping silent. He has maintained this state since putting on the mask.
Billy the Kid and Robin Hood were pushed aside by Nightingale, who then pulled Lawrence over.
Lawrence was dragged to tears: "Florence, please slow down, I'm wearing high heels!"
"Then take off your shoes. High heels will only affect my speed of saving people." Nightingale took off Lawrence's crystal high heels and threw them out without saying a word, watching Billy the Kid and Robin Hood next to him. stunned.
"Brother, is this sister's job agency a berserker?" Robin Hood kept his distance from Xiang An and asked with his chin raised.
"Well, it's indeed a berserker." Xiang An wanted to laugh when he saw Lawrence being forced to take off his shoes by Nightingale, but when he wore the mighty King of Hell mask, his emotions would be forcibly calmed down, so he couldn't laugh.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this scenery is really nice." Billy the Kid relaxed his guard and took it easy, admiring the scene of Nightingale holding Lawrence underneath him.
Barefoot Lawrence finally came to Rama with Nightingale.
"This kind of wound..." Lawrence squatted down and seriously examined Rama's injuries. The first thing that caught his eye was the huge wound on his chest.
Rama had lost consciousness at this time, and his spiritual energy was flickering in Lawrence's induction. It was estimated that he would return to the Heroic Soul Seat in a short time.
"It was a sharp injury, which directly broke the heart." Nightingale gave her own judgment.
"There must be some special reason why you are still alive after being injured to this extent." Lawrence squeezed her hand in the air, and a bottle of gem potion appeared in her hand.
"Anyway, let's try to use the all-purpose gem potion to repair the spiritual core first." Lawrence unscrewed the cork of the gem potion and poured the entire bottle of gem potion onto the wound on Rama's chest.
Geronimo sat next to him, nervously looking at Rama's wounds.
He knew these two names, Laurence Anno Fargo and Florence Nightingale. One was a top doctor and the other was simply the originator of the nursing profession. There was no doubt that these two people were The "doctors" in his prophecy could leave Rama's injuries to them, but out of concern for Rama, Geronimo was still a little worried.
When the gem potion came into contact with Rama's spiritual base, it took effect immediately, and the powerful medical magic immediately began to repair Rama's spiritual base.
but--
Lawrence frowned, looked at the wound on Ravana's chest that reappeared after repair, and let out a "tsk" sound.
"It's not as simple as I thought."
Several gemstone blades appeared out of thin air beside Lawrence, turning into various surgical instruments in high-speed rotation. Nightingale skillfully grabbed them and placed them on the tray she took out of her bag.
Lawrence picked up the scalpel and carefully cut open the skin tissue near the wound on Rama's chest. Then he picked up the tweezers and pulled the flesh and blood of the wound.
This process should be very painful. Even if Rama lost consciousness, his brows were furrowed and his eyelids were trembling slightly.
Lawrence raised the tweezers and looked at the tweezers with the tips broken, with a serious look on his face.
"This is the effect of the Noble Phantasm."
"Does he have any record of fighting with servants?" Lawrence turned his head and looked at Geronimo.
"Yes, he was the one I saved during the Servant battle." Geronimo nodded, "I don't know the real name of the Servant he fought, but one thing is for sure, that is Kyle. A follower of a special person."
"Although I don't know which side you are on, at least it shouldn't be the Celtic side."
If you are a servant from the Celtic side, you won't be able to get here.
The mechanical soldiers of the Western United States are not vegetarians either.
"We are indeed not." Lawrence nodded slightly and returned his gaze to Rama. "His wound cannot be cured by conventional means. This is something similar to a curse and cannot be simply treated by disease or lesions. Definition, neither Florence’s nor mine’s Noble Phantasm may be able to work.”
"The bottle-shaped medical magic you just used doesn't work either?" Geronimo frowned.
"That thing can't be used a second time in a short period of time." Lawrence shook his head, "Normally, no matter how serious the injury is, it will recover after using it, but for this kind of damage, it will continue. As far as the curse of the wound is concerned, it doesn’t have much effect.”
"I need to take him back to our camp and consider more treatment methods." Lawrence stood up, and the high heels had reappeared on her feet without knowing when.
"I understand." Nightingale directly carried Rama on her back.
"Hey, wait, are we going to your camp now?" Robin Hood couldn't keep up.
"Let's go quickly. Now that we're sure we're not enemies, people who are more homeless than desperadoes, shouldn't we discuss cooperation?" Billy the Kid patted Robin Hood on the shoulder with a smile.
"Well, we will follow you to the camp." Geronimo smiled and nodded.
Now that the doctor has appeared, the person who repairs this singularity...
...
Rand.
Around the Chaldean camp, the four ghost generals are responsible for the security of the camp.
The situation when they were summoned by Xiang An was not similar to the situation when Hijikata Tobizo's Flag of Makoto summoned the Shinsengumi. They were summoned as "ghosts".
Ghosts, dead people, things from the underworld.
They may have some self-awareness, but it is so thin that they can't even speak and can only follow Xiang An's orders based on instinct.
At this moment, the general standing in the east, the ghost general Liao Ye below the woo aoyou, seemed to have noticed something.
"Oh, oh, it looks like I found something unexpected."
Far away, a slightly frivolous voice could be heard.
The Celtic army appeared in the distance.
The two leaders are the followers.
"Master, the reaction of the servant has been detected, it is Celtic." Mashu summoned the huge black shield, blocked it in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and looked into the distance, "Please be ready to fight. Prepare."
The ghosts from all directions quickly gathered with different weapons, blocking the way between the Chaldeans and the Celtic servants.
Artoria and Toshizo Hijikata also quickly entered a fighting state.
"It seems that this battle will be a bit difficult, Diarmuid." The golden-haired servant sighed slightly, seeming helpless.
"It doesn't matter, my king, as long as you hold a spear, you just need to fight." Another rider was shirtless, holding two spears in his hands, with a humble posture.
