Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 64 Treatment Surgery

The old man and the young man did not leave the Navigators' Association together.

Chalice went downstairs alone and dragged his tired body back to the Captain's Hotel next to the Association building.

Seeing that he had just finished his investigation and was running around non-stop, Sartre told Cheryl to go back and rest first.

Sartre himself stayed behind to help connect resources.

In this regard.

Chalice did not refuse.

He was indeed quite tired.

Although the physical abilities of extraordinary individuals far surpass those of ordinary people, Chalice still experienced a perilous battle and was covered in injuries.

There were still a few hours until the time I had arranged with Isabel.

Chalice decided to take a good rest first and relax her tense nerves.

of course.

For him, eating is a way to relax.

Especially after receiving a "huge sum of money," Cheryl instinctively recalled the lavish meal at the Blackstone restaurant.

Ham — Egg — Steak — Vegetables —

These ingredients, which require land to produce, were commonplace for Cherries in the past, and he would sometimes even pick and choose them with disdain.

But right now.

Just thinking about it makes his mouth water.

Let's have a big meal!

Do we really want to go eat there?

It's only a few gold coins!

It costs gold coins —

As Cheryl stood on the steps in front of the hotel, her mind was filled with the endless battle between two opposing forces: reason and emotion.

With gentle persuasion and empathy: "Charis, you've just earned a few hundred gold coins. It's not a sin to treat yourself!"

Besides, a true food connoisseur needs delicious food to maintain their composure. Let's indulge! Even at a less upscale restaurant, it won't cost much!

Reason pleads desperately: "Charis, Charis, have you forgotten all these years of saving every penny and working tirelessly at sea for your obsession?"

Once the floodgates of indulgence are opened, it's hard to close them again! Do you really want to become a prisoner of delicious food and lose your proud self-control and willpower?

Spend some money!

Don't spend it!

Spend some money—but don't spend it—

finally.

Chalice quickened his pace and stepped onto the stairs.

He did not ignore his empty stomach after the battle.

He had considered cooking the extraordinary ingredients stored on the ship before.

But he held back.

Because the situation hasn't gotten that bad yet.

There's no need for Cheryl to rely on extraordinary ingredients to speed up recovery and healing.

Although he was seriously injured, his life was not in danger.

Perhaps it's because I'm used to being frugal.

Or perhaps, they were terrified of being poor.

Charys is unwilling to use these reserve emergency resources as long as he can get through this on his own.

His purse always contained enough money to pay the crew's wages and pensions when the Homecoming was at full capacity.

Charys never touched this emergency fund.

Sartre, who was aware of this, remained noncommittal.

I'd only hinted to Cherries indirectly that saving money was a good habit, but he shouldn't be too stingy with himself. *glug glug glug*

Cherries picked up the bowl, tilted his head back, and drank the free soup.

He then wiped his mouth, still seemingly unsatisfied.

have to say.

The hotel's free buffet was pretty good.

Even compared to that grand meal in his memory, Cheryl still felt his mouth water as he licked his lips.

Fortunately, we finally filled our stomachs.

Cherries ate his meal in an hour.

Enjoying food slowly and deliberately is a unique way for gourmets to relax.

Let's check the time.

almost.

Cherries got up and carried several stacks of dishes to the sink.

The woman in charge of collecting the kitchen waste was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly reached out and took the rather heavy plates that had been completely eaten.

Although she knew that those who could come here to eat and drink for free were all captains of high status, whose position was far higher than hers as a cleaning staff member.

But looking at the black-haired young man in front of her, who was about the same age as her son, she couldn't help but show a "loving" look in her eyes.

No matter where.

Young people with good appetites always put people in a good mood.

Chalice did not go upstairs to her room to rest.

He strolled leisurely to the association.

I grabbed a task booklet and found a comfortable sofa in a corner to sit down.

Despite having already established connections with the association's top brass.

But Chalice wouldn't "have his cake and eat it too".

Besides the classified missions Jack assigned him, Cheryl also needed to continue finding missions to avoid developing a dependence on higher-ups.

However, the most urgent task at present is definitely to hunt giant whales.

Therefore, most of the missions that Charys focuses on are located near the target sea area.

These mission briefings are themselves scarce intelligence.

Chalice turned the pages, gathering the information hidden between the lines and gradually compiling it into a more complete intelligence report in his mind.

Soon after————

Charys glanced at the clock on the wall, got up, straightened his clothes, and walked toward Isabel's room.

Knock on the door.

The girl's eyes were full of excitement; she had clearly been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Cherries, you're right on time."

"Being punctual is a good habit, and besides, I don't want to keep you waiting too long."

"Thank you so much!"

Isabelle gave a slightly nervous smile.

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the treatment won't take place here. Please follow me! The hospital also has a dedicated laboratory!"

Chalice naturally had no objections.

He followed Isabel to the central hospital on Simon Island.

Although it's called a hospital, it's actually just a three-story row house.

The hospital's layout is similar to that of the Navigators' Association.

The first floor, which provides affordable medical services to sailors and the lower classes, is the busiest.

The second floor, which offers expensive services to islanders of a certain status such as merchants, clerks, and workshop owners, is also quite crowded, but not too crowded.

The third floor, which provides the most professional medical services to "big shots" such as captains, factory owners, bankers, and extraordinary individuals, is quiet and sparsely populated.

After all, important figures are basically not at risk of getting injured.

Isabel led Cherries directly up to the third floor.

it's here.

The Truth Institute, or rather the University of Glen, the most prestigious university in the Glen Islands, boasts a sizable biomedical laboratory.

Isabel changed into her white lab coat before ringing the lab doorbell.

The staff on duty inside opened the heavy iron gate.

He exchanged a few quiet words with Isabel, then glanced at Cherries, bypassing the girl.

soon.

Having received permission, Isabel turned and waved to Cherris, who then entered what was possibly the most sophisticated laboratory on Simon Island.

The laboratory is divided into different areas.

Isabel led Cheryl to an operating room filled with the faint smell of disinfectant.

"Please sit here."

Isabel pointed to the operating table.

Cherries readily agreed and sat down, quietly watching Isabel's somewhat flustered preparations.

"Excuse me, this is my first time treating someone—uh—I mean, this is the first time I've used this treatment method on someone—no, that doesn't quite sound right either—"

Isabelle deftly prepared the disinfectant and surgical instruments, but her attempts to comfort Cherries had no effect.

"Please don't be nervous."

After thinking for a moment, Chalice said tactfully, "After all, I'll only get nervous if you're nervous."

"My injuries are not fatal, please relax and have faith in my tenacious will to live."

Hearing Cheryl's joking words of comfort, Isabel took a deep breath and put on a forced calm smile.

"Okay! Please trust me!"

"I hope so—"

"Chilis murmured to himself."

then.

The surgery officially began —

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