Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 105 Beianqi Steps onto the Pirate Ship
The wrist is, after all, a crucial functional part of the body.

"Wait a moment."

Su Ming connected with the little troublemaker, took out his phone for an online consultation, and quickly received a treatment plan.

"Clean the wound, disinfect it, and then reduce the swelling and bruising." Su Ming noted down some details in his notebook.

He glanced around at the Earth; Miao Xin had already arrived at the museum in Portsmouth. She left the little troublemaker hidden in a corner and went off to scout out the location.

"Well done!" Su Ming praised Miao Xin.

"Thank you, Master!" the ghost said happily. "By the way, Master, what are we going to steal this time? I've already explored the entire museum."

“Oh, don’t worry about the interior,” Su Ming replied. “You should pay more attention to the outer defenses and the route to the airport. Our goal this time is to steal the entire museum.”

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After disconnecting, Su Ming considered that treating Bei Anqi's wound would probably be very painful.

"Do you have any methods to relieve the pain?" he asked. Local anesthesia on Earth requires subcutaneous injections, which are specialized procedures, and he wasn't very confident in his abilities.

Beianqi cast a paralysis spell on herself. "It can reduce the pain and last for about ten minutes. Is that enough?"

Su Ming nodded and began to follow the instructions for treating external injuries.

Although someone had already tried to clean it, it seemed that due to limited resources, the deeper parts were not completely cleaned. With the help of a medical lamp, Su Ming could clearly see a small amount of debris.

"Were you really going to break your own hand?" he asked the girl.

“I want to live,” Beaujolais replied.

"You're really brave," Su Ming exclaimed.

"That's not bravery. Doing nothing and waiting to die in a dark cabin is the most terrifying thing... Ah—"

Although she had paralysis, it was only to a certain extent, and she couldn't help but cry out.

“I admire you very much.” Su Ming moved gently. “I can hardly imagine myself smashing myself.”

Bei Anqi gritted her teeth and endured until Su Ming finished cleaning her wounds before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Su Ming, you rarely face death, do you?"

"Indeed not many. A little over a month ago, I was still a sentimental, artsy young man who thought about what would happen if I died of old age," Su Ming replied.

Beacon couldn't help but laugh. "To die peacefully in one's sleep is the ultimate wish of many people, the kind of death that allows one to pass away with a smile."

Su Ming began disinfecting with hydrogen peroxide. The girl clenched her fists and turned her head away, only turning back after the disinfection was finished. A layer of fine sweat had already appeared on her forehead.

“When people face the threat of death, they can do many extraordinary things,” Beanie said, slightly out of breath. “It’s like how I could accept losing my wrist back then, but now I’m terrified of you hurting me.”

Su Ming then performed a skin test and administered antibiotics and corticosteroids to Bei Anqi via IV drip. He then applied a cold compress to the wound and bandaged it with pressure.

"Apply cold compresses every two hours," Su Ming instructed. "Once the wound has stabilized, apply heat as needed to speed up the reduction of swelling. Also, you can stop using light magic now; the medication I'm using contains anti-infective ingredients."

Using light-based spells repeatedly in a short period of time will develop resistance, and the effectiveness will gradually decrease.

Angie thanked them again.

"This is an intravenous injection, it will take about an hour," Su Ming said to the girl, pointing to the IV tube. "Call me when you see the bottle is empty."

“Okay.” Su Ming returned to the cockpit, while Zi Jin maintained the cable reinforcement spell and ate biscuits. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone was hungry.

"Legend has it that dwarves have a feast at their funerals!" Violet complained discontentedly.

"These are extraordinary times," Su Ming reassured her. "Look, they're eating flatbread themselves."

Su Ming checked the traction status and found nothing abnormal. The two skeletons were now able to handle the White Triangle very well. Based on the flight path, Su Ming calculated that the two ships should arrive at Willow Leaf Island around noon tomorrow, giving them ample time to prepare for the storm.

Hearing the tearing sound, Su Ming looked up and saw that Zi Jin was already opening the second pack of cookies. She had been particularly greedy lately, wanting to eat six meals a day, and she hadn't eaten anything since she had been up all morning.

Su Ming silently increased the portion size of the lunch he had ordered. "What would you like to eat?" he asked.

“There’s one conch shell left, let’s make sashimi!” Violet suggested.

"I only know how to cook conch in soup," Su Ming replied. "Why don't you make it yourself?"

Violet chose to ignore his words and continued chewing her biscuit.

It was already 2 PM, so Su Ming gave up on the time-consuming soup-making. He took out some bread from the refrigerator, pan-fried it on both sides, then fried several portions of pork chops, and finally cooked a pot of corn soup.

He put the corydalis portion into a plate, took it to the driver's seat, then returned to the work area, cleared a table, and ate with Angie Beilke.

Su Ming used a levitation spell on the IV bottle, making it float above Bei Anqi. The girl sat down at the table, only then realizing the problem. She couldn't move her left hand, but a syringe was also stuck in her right wrist. Su Ming had no confidence in his injection skills; he had barely managed to insert it.

"Uh, Angie, let me help you," Su Ming said.

The mechanic girl looked up at the IV bottle, which was still more than half full, and feeling her own rumbling stomach, decided to abandon her reserve. "...Thank you for your help."

Su Ming took a knife and fork, cut the steak into pieces, tore the bread into pieces, and piled them on a plate.

"That's good!" said Angie. She gently held the plate with both hands, then lowered her head to eat. Although it wasn't very elegant, at least she could eat something.

Su Ming had originally planned to feed her with a fork. This was fine, though it inexplicably reminded him of the golden shaggy dog ​​next door when he was a child.

"By the way, can you cook?" Su Ming asked as he started eating himself.

"It's alright," Angie replied. "Do you take turns cooking here?"

“No, most of the time I’ll have the skeleton servants do it, but the taste is indescribable,” Su Ming replied. “Alyssa, on the other hand, considers it an exceptional performance as long as the ingredients are cooked.”

“Then I’ll take it,” said Angie Bessie. “I have less to do, so you can leave the cooking to me.”

After eating quietly for a while, Su Ming decided to be frank and open.

"You probably won't have much time to cook either."

Beianqi was a little confused. "This ship has zombies and skeletons. I won't need to do any chores, will I?"

"Of course not, there's a cannon they want you to help with its installation," Su Ming replied.

"It's that 203mm cannon, isn't it?" After all, she had ordered shells from her, so Beianqi naturally guessed immediately. "I'm actually quite curious, the projectile weighs 118 kilograms, how much explosive are you planning to use to launch it?"

“If it’s alchemical explosives, it’ll be at least forty kilograms,” Su Ming replied. “The exact amount, I’m afraid, will have to be calculated by you.”

"Forty kilograms of propellant?" The mechanic's eyes widened. "Impossible! No metal can withstand that kind of force. Even with magical reinforcement, the inherent flaws in the cannon barrel will cause it to break apart during the shockwaves of firing. It will definitely explode after a few more shots!"

(End of this chapter)