Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 65 Biotherapy

For the first time, Cheryl took off her shirt in front of a young woman.

But neither of them showed any of the clichés of shyness.

Isabel worried that the treatment she was using, which had not yet been academically or clinically validated, would have a negative experience for the young captain.

I'm not worried about the doctor killing me.

After all, he was an extraordinary individual.

It's not that easy to die.

Chalice wasn't too worried about his own safety; his only concern was whether the girl might have left the scalpel inside his body.

In short.

Both sides had their own ulterior motives.

Isabel appeared before her with her upper body hastily bandaged.

The bandages could not cover all the wounds. Some of the gruesome wounds, pierced and torn by thorns, had stopped bleeding, but the edges were unhealthy dark red, and some even showed slight signs of suppuration.

Despite being an extraordinary person with a strong physique.

Although the Church of Glory had already cleansed Cheryl of the impurities that had invaded her body.

But the injuries persisted stubbornly.

Without external intervention, it seems it will take quite some time to fully recover.

Chalice can't wait.

Let alone the whaling mission he just received, he can't afford to miss anything even under normal circumstances.

to him.

If you can't go to sea, you can't make money; if you can't make money, you'll keep losing money!

Isabel leaned closer, began to unwrap the bandages, and closed her eyes.

Chalice could even feel her warm breath on his chest.

But he had no intention of showing any affection.

He sensed a gentle and unique spiritual energy emanating from Isabel, like the warm sunshine of spring.

Fresh — Gentle — Pervasive —

Chalice felt as if something deep within his body had been stirred.

When Isabel straightened up and opened her eyes, Cheryl could clearly feel that her mental and physical condition had recovered somewhat.

This is not a treatment method.

However, his own most fundamental life essence was drawn by the rich life spirituality of the outside world, and it was revitalized.

"Hmm—your injury is more serious than I sensed before."

Isabel's clear eyes were full of seriousness and focus. "But it's okay. Conventional debridement methods and medications will be less effective, and the process will be very painful. It won't be easy for you either, and the healing period will be very long."

"But—you've already said that—"

Charys chuckled softly, "You must have already thought of another way, right?"

"yes!"

Isabel made up her mind, "So I'm going to use the methods from my thesis research to treat you."

"Don't worry, it's absolutely not prohibited. It's just—it's a little special."

"special?"

Seeing her embarrassed yet eager expression, Cheryls was already prepared.

In his view, "free" is better than "special".

Moreover.

Everyone has something special about them, right?

So Chalice secretly used [divination] to ask a simple question.

[Divination: Will I die from Isabel's treatment or lingering problems? (Consumes 3 Legendary Points)]

After receiving a negative answer.

Cherries sincerely encouraged the girl.

"Go ahead and do it! As long as it works, I have no problem. How can I cooperate with you?"

"You just need to sit still and not move around."

Isabel nodded solemnly. "Mr. Cherries, please relax and trust me."

"I still believe more in divination."

Chalice nodded, thinking to himself.

Without further hesitation, Isabel turned and retrieved a small but sturdy brown glass bottle, which she then opened in front of Cherries.

The glass bottle contained not the strange ointment or liquid that Cheryl had imagined, but a wriggling, almost transparent gelatinous substance.

Chalice looked closer and discovered that the thing seemed to be alive!

"These are vampire slugs that I cultivated using many petri dishes."

Isabel inserted a sterilized glass rod into the bottle and gently poked the slug-like creature.

"They feed on dead tissue, fine dirt, and filthy blood and pus, and at the same time secrete components that promote wound healing and inhibit inflammation."

Isabel said softly with a proud tone, "The most important thing is—I can guide them with my spirituality, like wielding a somewhat difficult scalpel—"

"Although their movements aren't as concise and precise as when I perform surgery myself, these little guys can reach wounds that a scalpel can't easily access."

Cheryl watched as the slug in the bottle slowly wriggled and stuck to the glass rod before being pulled out by Isabel.

have to say.

Although he considered himself to be quite worldly-wise, this treatment method was indeed rather "special"!

But Charys said nothing.

I unconsciously tensed my muscles, preparing to receive the strange sensation that was about to arrive.

Without delay, Isabel gently brought the glass rod close to the wound on Cherris's left shoulder.

The scars there are the most gruesome.

After all, this was the only injury that almost went through.

The thorns weren't very long, but they could penetrate so deeply because the entire vine relentlessly burrowed into the wound.

If Chalice wasn't an extraordinary being, then those corpses, pierced through the inside and out by thorns, were his harbinger.

The vampire slug on the glass rod slowly stretched out its flat body after touching the wound, wriggling and clinging to the uneven wound.

A sensation that was a mixture of coolness, tingling, and a slight sucking feeling was coming from the wound.

Surprisingly, it didn't hurt.

On the contrary, there is a sense of relief as the blockage is gradually cleared.

Cheryl looked at his shoulder in surprise, only to see more and more flat "slugs" diligently treating the wound that would require human doctors to use scalpels and sutures for a long time.

The key is that the treatment with these little things is very gentle.

Apart from the occasional slight stinging pain, there was almost no other unusual stimulation.

Isabel seemed to have figured out what Cherries was thinking.

She explained softly, "These little guys need to identify 'harmful' trash, so a little numbness and pain is normal."

The girl's gaze was focused, and there was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Clearly, concentrating on controlling these tiny lives is a considerable burden for her.

However, while Isabelle appeared serious, she was not tense.

She then used a glass rod to send several more slugs to Cherris's other wounds.

About half an hour later.

Isabel finally breathed a long sigh of relief and used a glass rod to move the vampire slugs, which had become noticeably cloudy and bloated, back into the glass bottle one by one.

Chalice moved his shoulder and was surprised to find that the stiffness and stinging of the wound were almost imperceptible.

The previously red and swollen wound has now not only turned a healthy color, but its surface is also covered with a very light-colored, transparent film that resembles healthy tissue fluid.

"Treatment complete! The results are even better than expected!"

Isabel wiped her sweat and smiled contentedly.

"Mr. Cherries, how are you feeling?"

She took a jar of emerald green ointment, dipped her finger in it, and gently applied it to Cherris's wound.

"How about it, isn't it—a little scary?"

"I think the effects of these little things are more frightening than their appearance."

Chalice answered honestly, "If your treatment can be widely adopted, I think it would be a remarkable medical technology."

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Chris!"

Isabel's eyes sparkled. "Your feedback is also very important to my research!"

"Since that's the case—"

Chalice thought for a moment and took out a test tube.

"Could you do me a favor?"