Azazel Clinic “Hold on, everyone!
Once the injured are treated, we’ll depart immediately.” “We’re just one step away from a successful evacuation.” In a corner, Ivan finally relaxed his tense nerves, leaning against the cold wall and slowly sitting on the ground.
Ivan let out a long sigh, feeling the soreness in his muscles from overexertion.
A steady set of footsteps stopped in front of him.
Ivan opened his eyes, and what greeted him was Instructor Dobermann.
Ivan looked up, meeting Dobermann’s gaze.
“Is there something you need, Instructor Dobermann?” Dobermann’s expression was still serious, but now it lacked some of her usual scrutiny and distance, replaced by a hint of complex emotion.
She was silent for a moment, seemingly choosing her words.
“Ivan.” She paused, her gaze sweeping over the lingering fatigue on Ivan’s face.
“I’m very sorry.” “In that situation, my priority was discipline and overall safety.
Your strength… and your method of action, exceeded my expectations.” She admitted frankly, “But you proved your worth, and you protected the Doctor and everyone else.
For that, I must acknowledge and thank you.” Ivan smiled at Instructor Dobermann and said, “We’re all on the same side; there’s no need for thanks.” Ivan took a deep breath, stood up straight, and clapped his hands.
“Alright, everyone, come over here for a moment.” He called out to the Rhodes Island members scattered around.
Ivan not only gestured to the Operators who could still move, but even indicated for those lying on stretchers, yet still conscious, to be helped or moved over as much as possible, gathering everyone in a relatively spacious area.
Seeing this, Amiya’s small face showed a worried expression.
She gently tugged on Ivan’s sleeve, softly advising, “Mr.
Ivan, the severely injured just stabilized; moving them might be dangerous.
Let’s not disturb the Medical Operators’ work.” “It’s fine, it’s fine,” Ivan’s smile remained, but his tone carried a reassuring certainty.
“Everyone come over, trust me, it’ll be quick.” The Doctor looked at Ivan, his brow slightly raised under his hood, then said to Amiya and the hesitant crowd: “Ivan wouldn’t make us come over for no reason.
Let’s go.” He had already understood Ivan’s endless “surprises” and realized that this overpowered anomaly had something else up his sleeve.
Hearing the Doctor also speak, the Rhodes Island Operators, though puzzled, still helped each other and slowly gathered around Ivan as instructed.
The lightly injured stood on the outer perimeter, while the severely injured were either supported by comrades or carried on stretchers to the central area.
Everyone looked at Ivan, wondering what he was about to do.
A strangely shaped glass bottle appeared in Ivan’s hand out of thin air.
The bottle seemed to be made of dull glass, but inside it was filled with a viscous liquid that emitted a soft pink glow.
Ivan offered no further explanation, merely weighed the bottle in his hand, then flung his arm, accurately tossing it high above everyone’s heads!
The glass bottle traced a brief arc, and after reaching its apex, it began to fall— “Smash!” There were no scattering glass shards; the pink liquid within the bottle, at the moment of impact, A rich, life-filled pink mist, as if possessing sentience, uniformly enveloped and precisely covered all the gathered Rhodes Island members below!
The next moment, Every person enveloped by this pink mist instantly broke out in countless pink bubbles.
“Uh…
my wound…” “Oh my!
What—what is this?” Exclamations rose one after another!
For the severely injured lying on the ground, their wounds were rapidly writhing and healing at a visible pace.
New granulation tissue grew quickly, filling in the defects.
As for the lightly injured, they found their minor wounds completely vanished in an instant, even their skin restored to its original state.
Even the fatigue accumulated from prolonged combat was largely dispelled, and everyone felt completely refreshed!
Everyone’s eyes widened, watching the miraculous changes happening to themselves or their comrades!
“So…
so powerful!” Finally, an Operator couldn’t help but murmur, his voice filled with shock and ecstasy.
This was far faster than even the most advanced Originium Arts medical treatment.
The Doctor’s eyes were also filled with shock, but he quickly calmed down, thinking of a more crucial question.
He hurried to Ivan’s side.
“Ivan!
Can this potion treat Oripathy?” This question tugged at the hearts of all the Infected present.
Instantly, all eyes refocused on Ivan.
Especially Amiya, who stared intently at Ivan’s lips.
Ivan looked at the Doctor, then at the eyes around him, which had instantly filled with anticipation.
Ivan sighed helplessly and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Doctor, it cannot.” He saw the light in Amiya’s eyes dim at a visible rate.
“It can only, for a period of time, greatly stimulate the body’s own regenerative capabilities, continuously providing treatment and recovery.” A sense of disappointment instantly spread.
Amiya lowered her head, her long ears drooping weakly, but she quickly looked up again: “N-no matter!
Mr.
Ivan, even so, it’s still incredibly, incredibly amazing.”