The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 205: Doctor, the Miraculous Bringer

She was careless and didn't dodge.

"Cough cough..."

The shadow's voice was weak and hoarse, like a whisper squeezed out from the depths of her throat. Her figure gradually blurred, like "pixelation". The black blood that spilled out flew in the air, turning into wisps of black mist, filling the tunnel and gradually blending into the darkness.

"...?"

Emiya was filled with doubts, why was the enemy so weak? This was totally inconsistent with her self-proclaimed identity as a "god".

However, now is not the time to go into details. He raised the California Clear Light in his hand again, and the blade flashed a cold light under the dim light. Although he didn't know the specific situation, it would be wise to kill her completely while she was weak.

Whoosh!
Emiya swung his sword, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. The blade headed straight for the black shadow's neck, with no deviation in its fatal trajectory.

However, just as the blade was about to touch the shadow, her body trembled violently, as if she had suddenly regained vitality from the brink of death.

Her movements were as fast as lightning. She dodged sideways and then jumped up, landing lightly on the water. Emiya's blade only cut off one of her arms. Black blood gushed out from the broken arm and turned into more mist and dissipated in the air.

"For a mortal who slays a dragon and blasphemes against God, I will keep today's vengeance in my memory."

The dark shadow uttered harsh words in a gloomy tone filled with strong hatred, and his golden eyes flashed a cold light in the darkness.

"One last word of warning. Although the witch is left to you, she will eventually sacrifice everything for God... Now that the contract has been made, she will never be able to escape her fate."

As the words fell, the figure of the black shadow gradually disappeared into the water, and the pair of bright golden eyes also disappeared. The dark environment shrouded by the black air began to dissipate, and the dim light above the head once again shone down, illuminating every corner of the tunnel. The black air was like smoke blown away by the wind, gradually dissipating in the air, leaving only silence.

Emiya stood in place, vigilantly sensing his surroundings. Only after confirming that the black shadow had completely disappeared did he relax his tense nerves a little.

He quickly returned to Eri's side. Strangely, Eri had become unresponsive and passive since the beginning.

Emiya lowered his head and looked at her face carefully. Under the dim light, Eri's face looked particularly soft as if it was covered by an arc filter, but a trace of fatigue appeared on her face. Her eyelids drooped slightly, as if they would close at any time. Her body swayed slightly, as if she didn't even have the strength to stand.

"Eri?" Emiya called softly.

When Eri heard his voice, she instinctively relaxed, her body tilted, and she was about to fall down.

With quick eyes and hands, Emiya stepped forward and caught her steadily. Her body was as light as a feather, and she fell into his arms, breathing steadily, but she looked extremely tired.

Emiya reached out and checked her breath and pulse, confirming that her vital signs were still stable and there were no signs of weakness.

Thinking about what Black Shadow said at the end, Emiya always felt that this matter was far from over.

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The Tokyo University Medical Hospital is world-renowned for its comprehensive medical facilities, high-level medical technology and research capabilities, and ranks first in the entire island nation. Pure white fluorescent lights illuminate the emergency room hall late at night, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Name."

"Hilbert Jean Ange," the old man straightened his tie. His black suit was originally neat and clean, but now it was stained with mud, which looked a bit inconsistent. "By the way, please register the patient's name, Fingel von Frings. If we are related, he is my student."

"Okay, okay," the doctor raised his head and pushed up his glasses. "Your Excellency means... your student fell into a coma for unknown reasons, and you don't know the process, right or not?"

"Yes," Anger nodded. "Young people at this age can't help but want to do something out of the ordinary. As teachers, we have to protect these students who love to venture out."

He spoke lightly, as if Finkel's coma was just an ordinary accident.

There was no way, Ange knew in his heart that the truth of the matter could not be revealed to the public. Ange couldn't say that his student had mysteriously disappeared with his beloved car - it was very likely that he had gone to another world, and when he came back, he fell head over heels in the mud in the suburbs outside the city, right?

The doctor picked up the pen and wrote in a flamboyant handwriting on the medical record. Then he grinned and said with a hint of ridicule:

"You understand students. To be honest, I have taught several internship classes at the University of Tokyo's medical school. Those fledgling medical students always made messy medical records when they examined patients, and always embarrassed me when they participated in interdisciplinary consultations at case discussion meetings. But there was nothing I could do. In the end, I had to clean up the mess behind them."

The doctor talked about his frustration as a former graduate of the University of Tokyo Medical School, who had entered the university hospital as a senior doctor but had to face a group of immature young people. He wrote a few more strokes, then raised his head, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked:

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask you, which school did you attend, Mr. Ange? Your school must be top-notch since you have such a profound attitude towards student education."

"Oh, I am honored to be the president of Kassel College of North America," Angers smiled. "We are a private university and we dare not claim to be the best in the world. I love education. Our philosophy is elite teaching and allowing students to give full play to their expertise as much as possible."

Angers handed over his business card and said, "Our college is also sincerely recruiting skilled and outstanding staff from all over the world, including from this island country. For example, our psychological counselor Masashi Toyama graduated with a doctorate degree from the University of Tokyo."

"It turns out you're really the principal. Nice to meet you."

The doctor took the luxurious business card with exquisite gold-stamped patterns on the edge, and his eyes stayed on it for a moment. His tone suddenly became a little serious, and his words were very polite, "Principal Angers, don't worry. Your student Finger will definitely get the most comprehensive examination and the most accurate diagnosis here."

"Thank you, I have something else to do. If the diagnosis is out or Finkel shows signs of waking up, you can contact me by phone at any time." After chatting for a few words, Ange hurriedly got up and left. When he walked to the hospital entrance, he happened to meet a man carrying an unconscious girl.

The man walked hurriedly, with an anxious look on his face. With the light leaking from the hall, you can see that the couple has red hair, which is rare in the world. It is particularly eye-catching under the light, like a dark burning firework.

"Excuse me, old man, please give me the way!"

Ange stepped aside and glanced back at their backs as they entered the building.

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Emiya rushed to the emergency room with Eiry on his back. He felt that the old man he had just bumped into at the door looked at him as if he recognized something... But Emiya had no time to delve into these details at the moment. His mind was quickly filled with thoughts about Eiry's safety.

The last threat and warning left by the black shadow before it disappeared was like a thorn that pierced deeply into his heart, making him feel uneasy all the time. So he couldn't wait for Eri to wake up and quickly brought her over for examination.

"Okay, okay, I'll make a note of it. Unexplained coma, right? Eh? Why is there another comatose patient being rushed to the hospital today? This night shift is really weird."

When the doctor heard Emiya report a reason that was very similar to Ange's, he couldn't help but mutter something in a low voice.

"Okay, okay. We will arrange a medical examination immediately. Oh, I forgot one item here. Please fill in the relationship between the patient and you."

After saying that, the doctor glanced at Emiya again, then asked tentatively, "They should be brother and sister... right?"

Emiya moved his lips and hesitated for a moment, "Uh... yes."

"Okay," the doctor lowered his head and continued to record, "Do you have anything else to say? You can choose to stay here and wait for the results, or fill in your contact information and let the hospital notify you of the results by phone."

"No, I'll just stay and wait."

Time passes slowly during the long project inspection.

During the boring wait, Emiya did not feel sleepy. His mind kept replaying everything that happened tonight. At this moment, his cell phone suddenly vibrated, breaking the silent atmosphere.

He took out his cell phone and saw Su Enxi's name on the screen. After the call was connected, Su Enxi's voice came from the receiver:
"Hey! Master Emiya, I heard that the Holy Grail War is supposed to be fought at night - it's really good news for those who stay up late! So I hope I didn't disturb you by calling you so late!"

"We have almost finished dealing with things here, and we should be able to reach Tokyo soon. How is the situation over there? Do you need some assistance? As long as you give the order, Sanwu Niu will be sent down to fight for you!"

Emiya said briefly, "I do need your help. It's a big deal."

"Eh...what exactly happened?" Su Enxi realized Emiya's serious tone and stopped joking.

Emiya lowered his voice, "It might be related to God. Let's talk about it when we meet."

After hanging up the phone, Emiya thought about the Holy Grail War again. He quickly sent a message to Charlotte, asking if she was safe.

Less than a minute later, Charlotte's reply popped up: "The Holy Grail War is not the end of the world. How could I be in danger every other day? Can you please stop disturbing me so late?" At the end of the message was an emoji of a bored and sleepy person.

"..." Emiya looked at Charlotte who was still at her workstation late at night, had a lot to do, replied to messages immediately, and was ready to chat at any time, and thought to himself that she was really working hard.

And the real scenes of the Holy Grail War, aren't they all held at night? In the broad daylight, everyone is busy with their own things, who would be willing to fight with you in the daylight?
Time passed by minute by minute, and after an unknown amount of time, Emiya finally received the examination notice. The doctor came over with a strange expression on his face, and began to mutter, "I've never seen such a healthy case."

"Doctor, how's the situation?"

"Oh, it's you. Your sister has woken up. She's over there. She's making a lot of noise in the ward. Can you please not fill in false information next time? I really thought your sister was a mute!" The doctor waved his hand impatiently and pointed in a direction.

"Oh, thank you, doctor!"

Emiya walked over subconsciously, and after a few steps, he suddenly came to his senses. What does "very noisy" mean? Doesn't Eri never speak? It can't be that the hospital gave Eri a voice device for no reason, asked her to type, and then made a noisy sound through the machine?

He opened the door of the ward, and Eri's laughter came through clearly - she was watching a manzai program on the TV in the ward.

"Eri?" he called out tentatively.

"Emiya...Brother, you're here...!"

Eri's laughter stopped abruptly, and her voice was a little jerky and lacked coherence, like someone who had not spoken for a long time suddenly trying to speak, but every syllable was clearly audible.

She hurriedly adjusted her unseemly sitting posture, lowered her legs from the bed, hurriedly picked up the notebook, and covered her lips with embarrassment. However, Emiya had clearly judged that Eri was speaking through her vocal cords.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and finally converged into an incredible conclusion - Eri could actually speak.

…Wow, the mute can speak, what a medical miracle! Doctor, you are so good at bringing the dead back to life!
(End of this chapter)