Chapter 684: Kill but Not Bury

After the cervix was dilated to more than five fingers and all other cesarean sections were performed, Gretel fell down on the floor of the operating room.

Before rushing to the street, he used his last breath to ask Miss Yinlong to go out for a run:

"Serila, I always feel something is wrong with so many pregnant women coming here today. Go out and take a look and see if there is anyone suspicious outside..."

"Okay, leave it to me!"

Cerira used two fingers to hold the collar of his hand-washing gown and lay him flat on the operating table. Then, in a flash, he floated out of the operating room and disappeared.

Gretel was left alone lying on the newly washed operating table, eyes closed, and not wanting to move his fingertips.

Ah, so tired——

He stood for a whole day and performed more than 30 cesarean sections in one go!

It's not like there were times when life and death were like this, even during an operation. However, waiting for nurses and junior doctors to send the patient, disinfect and drape, anesthetize and sew the skin, etc...

Before and after, you can always take a break. Unlike this time, I did it all in one go!

Moreover, it is a double squeeze both physically and mentally. !

The hands of the sustaining mage are transformed into various surgical instruments, and the operation is performed for 10 hours continuously. Although the mental pressure is not violent, it is about the same as holding a reeling machine and continuously spinning silk.

After the silk was drawn, the people fell down.

"I must get a lot of surgical instruments next time..." He closed his eyes and hummed:

"I want to use real hemostats for surgery, I don't want to use the hands of a mage to turn them into hemostats...the battery life is too bad..."

As for the trouble of making and using these things, well, he has money now anyway, buy the steel and let the gremlin "gold coins" do it. Every time you disinfect something, you can throw it to others...

Gretel was dying and half-dead, but Serira, who had undergone a 10-hour operation together, was walking briskly.

She hummed a song, and as if there were springs under her feet, she ran to the hospital wall and jumped out. Tiptoeing, quietly and quietly, patrolling the nearby treetops and rooftops——

There is no one here.

Not here either.

These are all slums, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone suspicious, but the roof is not allowed to be stepped on... Oh, repair, repair, repair!

here……

Got it!

Cerela jumped off the ground proudly. With his hands behind his back, he showed off his power and stood in front of the two people:

"What are you doing here?"

At first glance, these two are not from the slums! Sneaking around, hiding in alleys, watching the hospital whispering to each other, he must not be a good person!

They are probably the ones Gretel wants to catch!

The man in the felt hat shrank his pupils.

This young lady was highlighted in the information he obtained: silver hair, pointed ears, Elf race, very, very rich, her martial arts value is unknown but definitely not bad...

You can't beat me by fighting, so how about escaping?

The thought had only turned halfway when the reporter beside him had already taken a step back, his back pressed against the brick wall. Pointing to the tip of his nose, he shouted hoarsely:

"He came to me, I don't know anything!"

The man in the felt hat buzzed. Without thinking, he ran away. One step, two steps, a wave of coldness rolled up behind me, and before I could shiver, my eyes suddenly went dark——

"Zheng!"

At the last moment of his life, he seemed to hear the sound of a string, and then fell into eternal darkness.

"oops!"

Serila's eyes narrowed and she flew forward. Stretch your right hand forward, put your index and middle fingers together, and pinch hard in front of the man in the felt hat——

The two fingers are cold and hard, and half-length needles reveal dark edges outside the knuckles.

Cerela's breath tightened. She took a step forward, turned her head, and her eyes fell on the man's face.

The other half of the long needle went straight into the man's eye socket. A drop of black liquid flowed out very slowly along the edge of the eyeball.

Pull out the needle, throw away the cure, throw away the cure again. After two consecutive treatments, the man in the felt hat fell down and lost his breath.

Cerela:? ? ?

She looked up at the direction where the long needle was flying, kicked off her feet, and flew out. He took two steps, then suddenly turned back, grabbed the reporter and ran forward——

There's only one person left alive, but don't let anyone kill you!

Even though she was holding a person in her hand, Miss Silver Dragon's pace was still as fast as a breeze. After running a few steps, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him and shrank into a broken house.

It's here!

Serila arrived quickly and kicked in the door directly. The room was empty, with not even a single person there. She looked left and right, suddenly squatted on the ground, raised her fist and struck down——

"boom!"

"Ouch! Bah, bah, bah!"

A big hole opened in the ground, which was obviously a prepared escape route. Serila punched down, and a retreat appeared. Dirty water splashed all over the room. It seemed that underneath this retreat was the sewer of the royal capital...

"Huh……"

Cerira wrinkled her nose and retreated outside. She held up the protective cover in time and was not splashed by the sewage, but the poor reporter was splashed all over. The tragic situation was unbearable to look at.

Serila pinched her nose and endured it, but found that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she had no choice but to be humble and throw in two cleaning skills. Carrying the reporter back to the original place, the man in the felt hat had black water flowing across his face, and his face was completely rotten...

"Oh, I don't know how to play with souls..."

Cerela muttered, then grabbed the body with the long hands of the Summoning Mage, and dropped it onto the floating saucer.

On one side was the reporter and on the other was the body. They carried it back to the hospital and placed it in front of Grete. Barabala told the story:

"One died..."

Hey, you can’t blame Cerela. Gretel sweated silently after hearing this: How much the silver dragon loves clean creatures. Let her go into the sewers to catch people. It is better to let her turn the whole capital upside down...

Gretel comforted her, sent for Lord Graf, and threw the body and the prisoners directly to him. When it’s time to investigate, when it’s time to interrogate, it’s better to leave these tasks to professionals…

Grete himself had a good sleep. When I woke up the next morning, before the operation, Lord Graff stood in front of him seriously.

"Someone is unfavorable to the hospital." His lordship's face was stern, as if it would crack at any time after applying enough paste:

"To be precise, it is against you and wants to destroy your reputation. The reporter doesn't know who is behind it. He only guesses that it is a powerful person and wants to continue to investigate."

A powerful person?

Gretel looked toward the hospital door and curled his lips. Without some power, it was impossible to bring half of the pregnant women in the royal capital to him overnight. He shrugged nonchalantly:

"Tell the Baroness and ask her to send someone to investigate. Let's do our thing and ignore this mess."

Throwing dirty water on him is nothing more than trying to get him away. This approach directly harms the Queen's own interests.

In this case, just take the matter to the highest level and let the Queen take care of it! I won’t get involved in the fights between your nobles!

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