Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

This strange and disgusting smell is mixed with the smell of blood, rotting wounds, a large amount of disinfectant and medical drugs.

It is hard to imagine what kind of injuries and torture the person lying in this ward is suffering.

It's a bit too short... Dorag raised his eyebrows tightly, and such a thought flashed through his mind.

Is Roy's injury serious enough?

But when Dorag looked back, he subconsciously thought it was normal.

After all, even if Roy is no longer a genius, even if his talent is second to none in this sea of ​​stunning talents, the time he has grown up is only two or three years.

However, with this extremely short training time of two or three years, Roy wants to defeat the Marine veteran and pinnacle powerhouse like the old man Sengoku. If he does not pay a tragic or even life-threatening price, how can it be achieved?

Thinking like this,

Dorag frowned and followed Zephyr into the closed high-level ward.

The ward is very large and empty, and there is a conspicuous bouquet of champagne roses placed on the coffee table next to it, which looks prosperous and in full bloom.

There were blood-stained bandages everywhere, and sometimes weird beeping electronic sounds sounded from the vital signs detection equipment on the edge of the bed.

When the military doctors and nurses in charge of the 24-hour care saw Zephyr and others, they stood up from their seats in a shock, and saluted Zephyr in a deep voice:

"Ms. Zephyr!"

Zephyr nodded, looking at the motionless figure lying on the hospital bed with a hazy gaze, and said solemnly:

"How is his situation now?"

While talking, he pointed to Dorag and Ivankov behind Dorag.

"This is an old friend of the old man. He brought a doctor with superb medical skills."

The military doctor did not feel resentment towards Zephyr. Although Zephyr found a doctor outside again, Marshal Roy's physical condition was obviously more important.

The most important thing is that he faced Marshal Roy's condition. There was no way at all. He could only use the best medical equipment to keep Roy's life running normally and barely.

Thinking about this, a polite smile appeared on the face of the military doctor, and he said to Dorag and Ivankov:

"Hello, Marshal Roy experienced the fierce battle between Dressrosa and Naval Headquarters Sengoku. It was because of overdrawing his physical limits and even using his strength that he had not yet fully mastered, which led to this situation."

"The muscles on the surface of his body are torn more or less, but to varying degrees."

"But if it's just this kind of muscle tear and skin blood flow, we can easily solve it."

"But Marshal Roy's real problem is his internal organs."

"Heart, kidneys, lungs, liver..."

"After our inspection, Marshal Roy's body organ skills have experienced widespread failure."

"If this trend of organ exhaustion cannot be reversed as soon as possible, it is estimated that Marshal Roy will not last for three days."

The voice of the military doctor became lower and lower, and even had a sense of sorrow and despair.

Roy on that day, in order to protect the civilians of this country and protect this prosperous country from harm, he forcibly overdrawn his combat power.

Even today,

Everyone in Dressrosa can clearly recall the heroic picture of the blood-stained boy holding the banner of justice that day...

He is the best and most educated doctor in the army, but he can't do any treatment and cannot save his marshal. His heart has already been guilty to the extreme.

Zephyr's face suddenly became extremely gloomy and solemn,

He slowly turned around and stared at Dorag, and said coldly:

"Dorag, you have also heard what the military doctor said. If you think about our mentoring and apprenticeship, the old man will give you a chance."

Dorag smiled and said:

"Don't worry, Teacher Zephyr, if even Ivankov can't save Roy, then no one can save him at all."

He said, giving Ivankov a look.

Ivankov gave a weird smile, and a flickering figure appeared beside the hospital bed, carefully looking at Roy, who was lying motionless on the hospital bed with a blood-stained bandage on his body.

"What a terrible injury... Hip-hop!"

"Boy Dorag, I have to use that ability."

"Only that move can completely activate his body functions."

Dorag's eyes squinted subconsciously, he glanced at Zephyr vaguely, and finally the strange light in his eyes flickered.

The latter just looked at Roy in a comatose worriedly, without realizing anything.

"Well, then use that trick."

Dorag gave an order.

Ivankov smiled and stretched out his palm, one of the fingers suddenly changed surprisingly, turning into a slender syringe.

The slender needle seemed to reflect an astonishing cold light.

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