The villainous magical girl's daily mission is to find fault.

Chapter 542 The Hidden Front

Late at night, at the Affiliated Hospital of the Chengdu Heroes Association.

Psionic Surgery.

In the doctor's office, a young man in a white coat had a half-eaten finger biscuit in his mouth, clicking the mouse on the screen and occasionally frowning.

"What kind of rubbish is this... The admission and initial descriptions are a complete mess..."

He mumbled some indistinct words, then bit into half a finger biscuit, chewed it, and swallowed it. His fingers began to fly across the keyboard.

After a series of clicking sounds, followed by a few mouse clicks, no other sounds came from the office except for the hum of the old computer case's fan.

"...Hoo hoo."

The young man sighed, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and gently massaged his Qingming acupoint.

"Let's stop here for today... It's already eleven o'clock, I should go home and rest."

"Knock knock knock".

Before he could finish speaking, a faint knock came from outside the office door.

The young man quickly put on his glasses and looked back. Before he could react, the petite figure suddenly collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

"?!"

Moira was startled and quickly got up and ran to the door. She turned the person who was lying on the floor onto her face and they looked into each other's eyes.

"..." Moira's expression froze, her face expressionless.

"...Shh."

The petite, rosy-cheeked girl forced an awkward smile, brought her fingers to her lips, and gestured for silence with her blood-soaked bandages wrapped around her arm.

"Although it's been a long time, but... Ancestor, what happened to you this time? You're so badly injured, did you go and fight with Mercury and Red Rose?"

"It's not that exaggerated, they're not as troublesome as those two, it's just... well... how should I put it..."

The petite girl tried to sit up, but her legs were wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and she couldn't sit up after several attempts. So she simply lay flat on the floor and let Moira's psionic threads suspend her.

Moira made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand, and several strands of psionic energy emerged from his fingertips, lifting the girl from the floor into the air. He carefully carried her out of the office, into the emergency room, and gently placed her on the emergency bed.

With a mask, hat, gloves, surgical gown, and the equipment in the ambulance, Moira was fully equipped.

Several strands of psionic energy emerged from his fingertips, peeling away the blood-stained bandages and gauze from the girl's body to reveal the shocking wounds inside.

The psychic ability [Cut and Suture] grants Moira the power to control psychic threads, enabling her to perform surgical procedures with a precision several orders of magnitude greater than ordinary surgeries.

"When was the last time I stitched up your wound?"

"Five years... or eight years? I can't remember."

The girl said with a wry smile.

Before she could utter another word, the icy touch of hydrogen peroxide suddenly came to her wound, and the stinging pain made her instinctively gasp.

"hiss--"

"Bear with it."

"I know... Ouch... It hurts..."

Moira remained unmoved, skillfully guiding the flow of hydrogen peroxide through her psionic threads to rinse the wound.

"You're seriously injured. You really didn't fight Mercury? In my memory, only someone of their level could hurt you like this."

"Ugh... It's been a long time since I've fought, so I'm a bit rusty. I couldn't remember how to use the protective magic for a moment."

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts! This is where the wound is deepest, it hurts so much!"

Moira narrowed her eyes, took hold of the two lidocaine ampoules, and used psionic threads to twist open the fragile ampoule necks, guiding the liquid inside to penetrate near the wound.

The girl calmly watched the threads and instruments flutter around her wound, and sighed softly:

"No matter how many times I see you working, it's always so exquisite... You really were born to do this job."

"Don't rush to praise me, I need to concentrate."

Moira said softly, focusing on her work.

Seeing this, the girl didn't say anything more, looked up at the ceiling, and remained silent for a long time.

The wound cleaning process became exceptionally simple in Moira's hands—the psionic threads quickly cleaned the wound, the medicine used was just the right amount, with no waste, and the wound quickly recovered from its terrible state.

The subsequent sewing process was even easier. With a simple pull of the psionic threads, what would normally take twenty to thirty minutes was completed in the blink of an eye.

Moira carefully examined the original location of the wound. The girl's skin had recovered, fitting perfectly, as if she had never been injured.

It's like admiring a beautiful handcrafted work of art.

Then he reached out and pinched the dazed girl's fingertips, jolting her awake.

"It's time to wake up."

"...Oh, you're still so fast. Your skills haven't gotten rusty."

"How could I become rusty when dealing with so many people every day?"

As Moira took off her surgical gown and threw it into the yellow trash can, she tidied up the messy emergency table and spoke to the crimson-clad girl.

"Tell me, what trouble have you encountered that warrants the personal intervention of someone as retired as you?"

"【Red Snow】".

The petite, rosy-cheeked girl was moved off the emergency table, tentatively checking her body for any other abnormalities, while glancing at Moira.

A slight hint of dissatisfaction appeared on her face, but more than that, it was helplessness.

"I'm retired now, please don't call me by that code name anymore, it's like someone's exposed dark history..."

"I think it sounds pretty good, don't you think so?"

"Ugh..."

The girl felt a chill run down her back and instinctively hugged herself, cutting off the conversation.

"In short, I did run into some trouble—I was on a retirement trip a month ago and passed through a town inhabited by winged people, where I dealt with a strange attack."

"..."

Moira took a deep look at the blood-stained bandages in the trash can, then at the wounds she had repaired on Chi Xue's body.

"A weirdo? A weirdo who could injure you like this must be at least a Sumeru Niji..."

"Even more outrageous than that."

Chi Xue gazed out the window at the nighttime street scene of Chengdu, murmuring softly.

She looked up at the starry sky, as if searching for a familiar constellation.

"Did you know that giant beasts have been spotted in Guangzhou and the port city one after another?"

"I've heard that a Star Jellyfish appeared in Rongcheng a while ago. Although there are rumors that it was Xin Yuehu who did it, according to Inari's analysis, Xin Yuehu would have to master the corresponding magic waveform to summon a behemoth-level creature."

Moira nodded in response.

Then, he realized the implication behind Chi Xue's words and frowned, saying:

"You mean, like Red Rose and the others, you also discovered traces of a giant beast somewhere—"

"Garuda".

Chi Xue's voice interrupted Moira's question.

As if knowing what Moira wanted to ask, she turned to face him directly. Bathed in starlight, her magic gradually surged and churned, and her torn clothes quickly returned to their original shape, revealing her crimson magical armor once again.

"The last time I fought it alone, I was pecked a few times because I lacked protective magic. I've been hiding in my mental world organizing information ever since."

"But I wasn't prepared at all at the time, and after so many years of retirement, I was out of practice and hadn't gathered much information about it. Plus, my injuries were a problem."

"The mental world can only keep my injuries from worsening, but if I don't get the magic of the stars to replenish my energy when I leave, I might actually go to the astral plane to chat and play cards with the stargazers."

"That's when I thought of you—the medical record I left with you is quite useful as a spatial anchor for teleportation magic."

Chi Xue said with a wry smile.

Moira pondered for a moment, then, as if remembering something, quickly asked:

"Since you are injured, what about Garuda? How is it?"

"It..."

Chi Xue's expression turned serious.

"I fought with it, and it was badly injured, but I could sense that it attacked the winged town in search of 'someone'."

"So I was thinking, perhaps Garuda is incompatible with the mortal world because of a rift between its astral body and the mortal realm, and that's why it plans to find a suitable 'host' among the winged people so that it can truly descend into the mortal world?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Moira immediately took out her phone and dialed a number.

From the other end of the phone came Qi Yun's restless noises, indicating she was also awake:

"No clothes? Calling so late at night, you'd better really have something to say, or I'll..."

"Using my hero privileges, SS-level highest alert."

A brief silence.

A rustling sound of fabric came from the bed. Qi Yun seemed to jump out of bed, and while changing her clothes, she turned on her phone's speakerphone and said seriously:

"Specific content."

"Retreat..." "Is this Miss Qiyun? Let me talk to her."

Chi Xue stepped forward, took Moira's phone, and said into the phone:

"It's me, Akashi."

"We're in trouble."