Chapter 77 Giorno's Treatment
While Fugo's soul was suffering, Li Qing and others were not idle.
They were thinking about how to peel the damn piece of flesh off Fugo without hurting his life.
But this is not easy to achieve.
Because the piece of flesh named Orlanto has completely merged with Fugo's body.
He clung tightly to Fugo's shoulders, chest, waist, abdomen and thighs. The flesh, blood and nerves of the two were mixed together like two cups of tea poured together, which could no longer be separated.
Giorno thought for a moment, and first thought of his most familiar and most reliable companion: "Lee Sin?"
Li Qing spread his hands helplessly, indicating that he was afraid he could do nothing.
"Is there no other way..."
Giorno's expression was solemn, and he suddenly turned to look at another companion beside him, or more precisely, an ally he had just known for ten minutes: "Bucciarati?"
Smart people have a tacit understanding, and Bucciarati immediately understood what Giorno meant:
"I can't help it."
He stared at Fugo not far away, his eyes full of pain and anxiety:
"That monster has completely merged with Fugo's flesh and blood. My steel chain fingers are not capable of such fine division."
"And even if they could be separated by a zipper, their bodies would still be connected to each other through the alternate space created by the zipper."
"By doing this, there is no way to achieve true separation."
"Is that so..."
Giorno's expression became more serious.
At this moment, Bucciarati's difficult and painful coughing sounded:
“Cough cough cough…”
With a violent cough, Bucciarati suddenly spat out a pool of scarlet blood.
He was already seriously injured by the Echo Shot, and was later shot in the stomach by Fernando at close range. He did not receive any treatment during the entire subsequent battle.
The wide wound still showed no signs of healing. Although Bucciarati had simply bandaged it with clothes, a large amount of blood was still flowing out of the wound.
The long-term and heavy blood loss made him look as pale as a dead person.
"Can't hold on any longer..."
“Ahem…”
Giorno was just worried about Bucciarati's injury, and then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
In fact, his current condition is no better than Bucciarati's.
The three bullet holes in his body left by Aerosmith were still oozing blood, and the long wound that Fernando cut on his arm had no chance of healing on its own.
"Oops."
"If we continue like this, we might not even be able to save our lives, let alone fight."
Giorno wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and frowned deeply.
He suddenly realized that at this moment, he and Bucciarati needed treatment even more than Fugo who was parasitized by the monster.
Li Qing and Bucciarati also realized this.
But…
Who will treat them?
None of the people present were professional doctors, and even if there were, it would be impossible for them to cure such serious injuries of the two people so easily.
"what to do?"
Saving Fugo and healing himself, two huge problems weighed on Giorno's mind at the same time.
"Wait… Fugo?"
Giorno suddenly thought of something:
Fugo had also been severely stabbed by Fernando before, but the wound, which could have been fatal if it had occurred, has now healed perfectly.
This was cured by Oranto.
Oranto used his own flesh and blood to fill in the gaps in the damaged muscles and organs, healing Fugo in a very strange way.
"Use 'flesh' to fill the wound..."
A light bulb went off in Giorno's head, and he suddenly thought of something.
“Golden experience!”
A golden humanoid substitute instantly appeared around him, followed by a dazzling fist shadow:
"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"
The Golden Experience's powerful fist, whose panel data showed a force of C and could actually blow up a car, slammed into the ground without reservation, instantly creating flying pieces of cement debris.
Then, it suddenly grabbed a small piece of cement, turned around, and stuffed the cement directly into Giorno's wound:
"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"
Another burst of dazzling fist shadows.
Abundant vitality poured out from Golden Experience's fist, and the lifeless block of cement quickly changed color and deformed, eventually turning into a mass of constantly wriggling flesh.
The piece of flesh embedded itself perfectly into Giorno's body, blocking his wound and stopping the bleeding.
But in just one second, those serious wounds that would have required surgeons to work overtime all night were completely healed.
"This? Is it possible?!"
Sensing this strange scene, Li Qing was stunned.
He suddenly discovered that his teammates seemed to have awakened some incredible healing skills.
This skill seems useless to Li Qing who has the ability to digitize, but for those mortal humans, it is undoubtedly a magical method to "bring the dead back to life and turn flesh into bones."
"I was also inspired by Oranto and suddenly thought of this."
Giorno, whose body had fully recovered, breathed a sigh of relief:
“My previous thinking was wrong…”
“Golden Experience can create life, but it does not necessarily create a complete, conscious life form.”
"It would be much easier for me to just create soulless animal flesh."
"That is to say..."
"I can completely create only a part of human tissue, and then use this part of living human tissue to repair the wound!"
He briefly explained his new abilities.
Then, Giorno ordered Golden Experience to use the same trick again and heal Bucciarati with human body parts created from cement.
"Thanks."
Bucciarati thanked him sincerely.
But the problem with Fugo had not been solved yet, and he did not have time to be further shocked by Giorno's miraculous abilities.
As soon as his wound was healed, he asked worriedly:
"Li Qing, Giorno, have you thought of a way to save Fugo?"
"If we can't find a way to separate the meat from Fugo, then even if we regain our fighting ability, we won't be able to defeat that monster."
"this…"
Giorno suddenly gave a reassuring smile.
The previous tension and solemnity disappeared from his face:
"I did think of a way, but it requires the cooperation of you and Li Qing."
"If Fugo is really controlled by the enemy later, I hope you can help me block Fugo's 'Purple Smoke' and give me a chance to attack the main body directly."
"Don't worry, I can make antiviral serum at any time. Even if you fight Zi Yan in close combat, you will still be able to escape unscathed."
He did not explain what his solution was, but simply explained the tactical division of labor.
Bucciarati couldn't help but hesitate:
"I will help you stop 'Purple Smoke', but how are you going to solve the problem of parasitism?"
Giorno smiled but said nothing.
Although Li Qing was unable to guess Giorno's thoughts for the time being, he still confidently helped Giorno to make a promise:
"Don't worry, there will definitely be no problem with Giorno's plan."
"All right…"
Bucciarati finally gave his trust to this ally whom he had just known for ten minutes.
After all, Giorno's previous record of defeating Fugo and Narancia alone has already proved that his wisdom should not be underestimated.
There should be no problem in entrusting Fugo's life to such a wise man.
Bucciarati thought so.
Giorno quietly walked to Li Qing's side and whispered:
"Li Qing, lend me your dagger."
"dagger?"
Li Qing was slightly stunned:
He did carry a long, sharp dagger.
He had seized this dagger from Amor in the morning, and Amor had demonstrated the practicality of this dagger with his own hands.
"for you."
Li Qing subconsciously handed the dagger to Giorno, but suddenly felt something was wrong:
"Wait...what are you doing with this dagger?"
Giorno put away his dagger and turned his gaze towards Fugo not far away without making a sound:
"Did you see that?"
"The lump of flesh was clinging to Fugo's torso, and its face, the most important head, seemed to be completely grown on Fugo's chest."
"Understood!"
"As long as we take out the enemy's most important brain center, the monster will no longer be able to control Fugo."
Li Qing understood a little bit, but still felt strange:
"But now, the two of them are like 'you are in me, I am in you'."
"How do you get this thing?"
“It’s very simple.”
In the cold light reflected by the dagger, Giorno smiled dangerously:
"I'll chop off Fugo's head later."
"Throw away everything below the head."
