Operation Red Book

Bell had never felt so irritated. She was the only witch in the entire SCO who could heal. The others were either injured or on the way to being injured.

I have just finished taking care of one room of patients and now I have to get busy with work in another room.

This ward was much more troublesome than the other one. Not only was it filled with a lot of mixed characters, but they all suffered from various illnesses that could not be easily cured by witches' potions.

The two people lying on the hospital beds were suffering from a disease that made them "immobile". They were trapped in a consciousness space, and the maintenance of their body functions depended entirely on Bell's meticulous care day and night.

The young man in white leaning against the window had a disease that would make him die if he didn't speak. He was obviously a senior who was invited to help Bell, but at this moment he seemed to have opened up his mouth, busy expressing his homesickness to the boring view outside the window.

"Ah! The sunset is covered with colorful clothes. Have you ever seen the beauty of the Alps..."

"Ah! The glaciers on the top of the Alps are more gorgeous than icing sugar and more crystal clear than sea salt..."

"Oh! My dear, my dear, my dear, my dear! The place where I grew up..."

"what……"

"Ah! Shut up! If you're bored, go chew on the bark! Stop chattering in my ear! It's so annoying!"

Bell screamed almost breaking her voice. She wished she could give Professor White a whole bottle of the most concentrated voice-losing potion right then and there.

The man standing in the darkness without saying a word has the disease of "not knowing at all that he is exploiting his employees". He is the leader of SCO, but he has no sympathy for the work pressure of SCO members.

"Mr. Victor, please! There are too many injured people, I am really overwhelmed..."

"But you just gave them potions twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon."

"Where did the ingredients for the potion come from! Where did the formula for the potion come from! Who prepared the potion! Who selected the potion for them! And who gave them the potion!"

"It's Ms. Bell you ..."

"I'm having a hard time! Also, it's not just twice a day, one of the times I feed the medicine is at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see..."

"Because you fell asleep, you bastard who goes to bed on time at 19 o'clock every night, you made me witness a new generation of vampires in the th century!"

"I'm sorry, I will compensate you with a one-month holiday and triple your bonus, but please let me write a letter to Her Majesty the Queen, the Cabinet Secretary, the Prime Minister and the Leader of Parliament first..."

The two people who sneaked in had different diseases, but each one was an annoying and incurable disease.

"Mr. Moriarty, my potion bottle was free of dust the third time you wiped it with a tissue. Please put down my medical alcohol, it's all empty!"

Mr. Moriarty, who was dressed like an elite, suffered from the disease of "intolerance to every visible speck of dust".

"Sherlock Holmes, you have three seconds to put out that harmful thing! Otherwise, I will use my newly developed potion to make black smoke come out of your whole body!"

The unruly Mr. Holmes was suffering from a terminal illness that "brought the doctor's most intolerable habits into the ward."

"Ha! I have put it out!" There were still wisps of smoke rising from behind Holmes.

"You don't want your crotch to be filled with thick black smoke in front of Mr. Moriarty..."

"I'd better go out for a while...be careful!"

"Ok?"

Some heavy weight suddenly came from the side, and Bell, who was caught off guard, was almost knocked to the ground.

The potion bottle with crimson liquid trembled violently, and a chocolate-colored finger pressed lightly on it.

A thick smoke hit my neck, making me feel tingling and numb, as light and soft as the tangled hemp on the bottom of the sea.

Bell could feel the seaweed-like black hair without turning her head. For some reason, an indescribable sense of familiarity arose spontaneously, and her heart was pounding, which made her confused and surprised.

"Do not be afraid……"

The other person's voice was lazy and charming, but Bell could hear a lot of fragility in it.

"Just give me some bull blood powder and compound preparation later..."

"That's the magic power that heals the loss... Wait, how do you know this..."

Before Bell could express his confusion, the weight disappeared in the next second, and the softness on his neck also slipped away in an instant.

Beatrice fell to the ground, closed her eyes, and lost consciousness.

"boom!"

Without the witch's magical support, the wand fell down.

The connection ceremony led by the magic wand collapsed with a loud bang, and the white light connecting the three parties suddenly split into countless light beams, flying towards the four corners of the room like crazy raindrops.

"and many more!"

Bell screamed, and she hurriedly supported Beatrice's upper body and reached out her right hand to feel the pulse on the side of her neck.

Lighter than a feather falling on the river... This just goes to show the weakness of Beatrice's internal organs and the powerlessness of her body.

Of course, this is not a good thing...

"Professor White!"

Bell subconsciously looked in the direction of her senior, but the beam of light instantly turned the entire ward white and she could not see anything.

The burning in her eyes became more and more intense. Belle had no choice but to close her painful eyes. She hugged Beatrice tightly in her arms and covered her eyes with her hands affectionately.

Fortunately, the beam of light did not last too long. After two or three minutes, Bell felt that the light in front of his eyes had decreased a lot.

She struggled for a long time and half-opened her red and swollen eyelids.

The beams of light were still floating around the ward, and as if they had found a pattern, they formed groups and poured into the wands that had fallen to the ground one after another.

After a long while, a ray of white light that remained outside finally found the trace of the magic wand. It drilled into the magic wand at the speed of light. From then on, the world became silent.

Others were still standing there, covering their eyes with their hands. They had painful expressions on their faces, as if they were suffering from an unprecedented torture.

Except for Professor White.

He squatted on the ground, and a horse covered in blood lay in front of him.

"unicorn?"

Bell was right. If it weren't for the long spiral horn, she would hardly recognize that the bloody monster was the holy elf beside Professor White.

Professor White stroked the unicorn's slightly trembling belly, and with his other hand gently lifted its half-broken wing.

He gasped in disbelief, his expression solemn and painful.

It seemed that he had no time to care. A faint breath came from the back of his hand, and Bell lifted Beatrice up.

"No, there are no extra beds here..."

She had some difficulty holding him, and the anxiety that had nowhere to go swept through her body.

"What should I do? I need to move her out... I need to notify other people, but, what should I do... She needs to lie flat to rest well..."

Bell muttered to himself, anxiety coming from all directions, as if ten thousand ants were crawling on his scalp.

"If you don't mind, you can put her here."

The gentle female voice is like the gurgling spring water under a stone bridge.

"Ivy!"

A rough voice came from a distance, confirming Bell's guess.

She turned around, completely forgetting the weight of Beatrice.

Ivy stood on the other side of the bed, the messy sheets still had warmth and pressure marks on them.

The men standing by fell silent. Silence lingered in the air, and feelings of puzzlement and confusion passed through the crowd.

Ivy frowned. This atmosphere made her feel a little uncomfortable and awkward.

She turned around to look at everyone's surprised expressions, and with every glance a fine line appeared between her brows.

"What?"

She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and blinked her big, bright eyes again and again.

"fine……"

Bell placed Beatrice on Ivy's bed, but his eyes never left Ivy.

"You guys make me a little scared."

Ivy sighed helplessly and instinctively turned and walked out.

"what--"

After lying down for more than two weeks, her body had not yet adapted to the changes in reality. Ivy's legs went weak and she fell to the ground powerlessly.

“Hey hey hey hey hey——”

Holmes screamed as Ivy fell, and he moved quickly, striding forward and holding Ivy's shoulders.

The ward, which had been paused, suddenly became lively.

Bell prepared a special potion for Beatrice, Professor White comforted the injured unicorn, Holmes fed Ivy the potion mouthful by mouthful, and Victor rubbed out a large piece of ice with his bare hands and placed it on Joshua's forehead...

"Ok!"

Moriarty noticed something was wrong.

"Joshua?"