They were holding all sorts of instruments, countless dazzling spiritual crystals almost blinded him, several physicians were feeling him up with stethoscope-like gadgets, and not far away, someone was approaching him with a fine scalpel.
Holy shit!
Had I woken up a few seconds later, would they have dissected me?
Rod shoved the physicians away and shouted loudly, "I'm fine now!"
The physicians were startled, and before they could react, Rod had dashed out.
Rod remembered that after becoming a combatant of the external hall of the Fire Hall, he was qualified to actively apply for combat or to undertake long-term missions of the hall.
He ran out of the medical facility and directly to the external hall along the corridor.
Inside the external hall, many people were waiting for combat missions; they were official members who had reached the front-line combat sequence, the flame insignias on their collars burning.
But Rod was second-line and wasn't up for combat yet.
