The situation in Flevans was somewhat chaotic at this time, with soldiers from other countries occupying the border area, making it unwise to fire indiscriminately.
Although these countries combined cannot defeat Piltover, their current pretext is humanitarian aid, not terrorism.
If we were to bombard them directly with artillery, the objective would be completely misguided.
"Hey boss, can't we give them a good blast? I think one shot will shut them up."
The powered armor team was already very experienced in landing operations, and they began carrying out their missions immediately after landing.
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Many of the countries in the North Sea were seeing this for the first time. The iron man that appeared out of nowhere startled them, but it didn't stop everyone from doing what they were doing.
The soldiers who were clearing out Flevans came from different countries, and the command system was already inconsistent. Faced with a new enemy, things became even more chaotic.
Protected by powered armor, these projectiles couldn't hurt them, but the clanging sound was rather annoying.
At this moment, a power armored vehicle was adjusting the cannon on its shoulder, seemingly ready to fire without hesitation as soon as it received the order.
"They are soldiers too, just following orders."
"We also have His Majesty Oran's orders."
"Let me finish what I have to say. There's no need to go for the kill right away. Put away your heavy firepower and scare them a little first!"
"receive."
The weapons they carried were icing on the cake; even without them, the basic attributes of their power armor allowed them to fight their way in and out of crowds.
As long as there are no swordsmen capable of cutting through iron, they can hold out for a while even if they are bombarded by naval cannons.
However, before they could even warm up, the order to cease fire came down. By this time, the Power Gear had already crossed the blockade and arrived on the land of Frevans.
"King Oran, may I ask what brings you here?"
"Which reason do you prefer: to provide humanitarian aid here or to stop your massacre?"
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Near Flevans, the Allied forces had a command post, and it was they who issued the order to cease fire. As for why, the reason was the slowly closing sea nearby.
Oran didn't have time to argue with these people. By the time he explained things clearly, Flevans would be fighting like crazy.
Therefore, Project Shiki swung his sword towards the sea.
The seawater seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force under the impact of the sword energy, and in an instant, huge waves rolled and surged.
A deep, azure-blue chasm appeared on the surface of the sea, with swift currents flowing through it. The sound of the sea closing in was thunderous and could be heard by everyone.
This sword was aimed at the sea; if it didn't stop, it might have cut off their heads instead.
"You are not qualified to speak to me, nor can you decide what to do next. You should hurry up and contact the king behind you."
"Kate, this is your responsibility. Handle any feedback or suggestions on my behalf. Medical team, come with me."
"Wait, King Oran, there's a platinum lead poisoning outbreak in Flevance! You can't just go in like that!"
As Oran prepared to enter Frevans, some people tried to stop him, after all, the death of a king from illness here might cause some international disputes.
Even if Oran went in voluntarily, it would be difficult to explain if something really happened.
"Coincidentally, I happen to have a treatment for this disease."
Since Oran insisted on this, these people naturally had no choice but to contact their homeland to report what was happening here.
They were unaware of the cause of platinum lead poisoning, but they were well aware of their king's plans.
Preventing the spread of disease was one of their reasons for taking action, but they also had plans to carve up Flevans.
Now that a powerful outsider has intervened, they don't know what to do and can only report to their superiors.
Before these people could reach a conclusion, Oran had already led his men deep into Frevans.
Frivans was once like a snow country in a fairy tale, with everything from the ground to the vegetation covered in white, a beauty that seemed out of place in the world.
There were countless people who wanted to make a fortune through platinum and lead, but now, the smoke of war has added a touch of darkness to the pristine whiteness of this place.
"It hurts so much, doctor, please help me!"
"Dr. Trafalgar, please save my child! He's so young!"
In a hospital in Frevans, a doctor with several white patches on his face is treating a patient with a gunshot wound and is also communicating with people elsewhere via Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).
"Doctor, many people here have fainted, could you..."
"It's impossible! I don't have enough doctors, medicine, or blood plasma! We've even run out of painkillers!"
The order in Frevans was already on the verge of collapse, and faced with this dead end, very few doctors were still able to stay at their posts.
"There must be a way. There must be. Platinum and lead can definitely be eliminated from the body. Damn it, this is clearly not an infectious disease, why won't the World Government report this fact?!"
The doctor tried new medications, but without success. Just then, a strange voice came from behind him.
"Do you need help, doctor?"
Flevans is not a large area, and this time was enough for the medical team to arrive at the hospital. Dozens of people in white coats arrived at the hospital carrying specially made medical kits.
"You can forget about it, it's not important. It's great that someone is helping us. Thank you so much. This hospital is already operating at full capacity. We need a lot of medicine and blood plasma right now. I wonder if you could help us?"
"Calm down, doctor. The great King Oran has conquered platinum lead disease. We have a perfect treatment for platinum lead disease. Please provide information on the patients in the hospital. We will treat patients according to the severity of their conditions."
"King Oran?! You mean Dr. Siddire?! That's great, lead poisoning really can be treated."
He fainted halfway through his sentence, and the white patches on his face spread rapidly the moment he collapsed.
"He's having an attack, let's treat him first!"
The doctors from Piltover skillfully opened their medical kits, attached some patches to the unconscious doctor's body, inserted a syringe, and then started the equipment.
The device started operating, and the blood, which had turned white, was expelled from its body.
The principle is simple: platinum and lead in the human body are concentrated in one place under the influence of the device, and then excreted from the body with the blood. Depending on the individual, the amount of platinum and lead excreted from the body varies greatly.
After the treatment, Dr. Trafalgar's face was much paler, but the white patches caused by platinum and lead had disappeared.
After testing, the doctors in Piltover attached a bag of plasma to him and began a blood transfusion, which essentially completed the treatment.
"Don't just stand there! It's time to save lives. First, treat the remaining medical staff and let them help. Don't push! Everyone can be cured, so line up patiently!"
Bang!
Driven by the will to survive, those who still have the strength to move are scrambling to get priority treatment, but the fact that they still have the energy to fight over it actually indicates that they are not seriously ill patients.
Unfortunately, they were no longer listening to anything we said at that point, and it was only with the help of the accompanying soldiers that order was finally restored.
Meanwhile, Oran himself is also treating other patients affected by platinum lead poisoning.
"Master, slow down a bit, the photos aren't going to look good like this."
Besides Kate and Project: Skye, the only other person accompanying them was Absalom, who was currently looking at the photos he had just taken.
"What are you doing?"
"You are the king of a country. These people are already honored to receive your treatment. If the photos don't turn out well, it won't be easy to show your greatness in the publicity later."
"Would you like me to take you to Morgans for some practice? I think you have a real talent for journalism."
"No need, it's just a hobby, and if I could, I'd rather go to Stussy's."
Oran didn't stop treating others, and Absalom continued to look for opportunities to take photos, finally managing to find a few usable shots.
Publicity is essential for future actions, but Oran doesn't intend to put on a show; he's focused on getting things done, and can always reshoot later.
Taking photos without doing anything and then reshooting them are two different concepts.
"How is the situation?"
"Your Majesty Oran, the critically ill patients have received effective treatment. However, there are quite a few patients here, and our equipment is limited. It will probably take some time to cure them all."
Furthermore, some patients haven't stayed at the hospital; they've fled and are now scattered throughout Frivans. Many people don't trust our soldiers and have gone into hiding.
Platinum lead poisoning is a very strange condition. Once it enters the symptom stage, it can cause painful death in a short period of time. However, as long as the platinum and lead can be removed, the patient can quickly recover from the danger to life, although the body needs time to recover.
"It's not surprising, the soldiers from those countries are still here. Abu, contact Morgans for me and tell him I'm going to hold a press conference because I've conquered lead poisoning, and the location is in Frevans."
"yes."
Absalom wrote down what Oran had told him in his notebook to avoid missing any crucial details.
"Find some local patients who have recovered, preferably people with some reputation, and have them go out and explain to the people of Frefans. You know very well how to do public relations, so I'm leaving that to you."
"Leave it to me, Your Majesty Oran, I will handle it. As for the locals, there is indeed a good option. Dr. Trafalgar of this hospital is said to be the best doctor in the country and he persisted until the very end. He should be able to help."
And like Brother Brand, this doctor also highly regards some of your research viewpoints.
"Interesting. You go do your work, I'll go see this doctor."
Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Dr. Trafalgar finally smiled as he watched his patient gradually recover.
More importantly, his wife and children, Luo and Rami, have also recovered.
This morning there was no
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