Chapter 434 Ambitions of a Princess
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Maybe even the lady holding the camera found it a little hard to believe that it was over so quickly, so she ran around to get a good look from the side.
But instead of the horror show they imagined, what came into view was only a small incision that Emilia was already working on patching up after pretending to disinfect the wound.
Fortunately, this bullet was only from a handgun, and didn't end up doing too much damage, perhaps only entering the girl's thigh after ricocheting off of something else.
Naturally, there was no better way to 'disinfect' than to send any contaminated bits into the void by taking them into her tentacles, and there wasn't much of it to begin with, so Emilia didn't really feel the need to worry too much.
The part that she struggled the most with was actually sewing the wound shut, especially because the 'insensitive' camera girl was now in her face, and she could no longer use her 'cheats'.
Fortunately, Emilia was quite skilled with needlework. After adjusting to the strange feeling of sewing through flesh instead of cotton or silk, she actually felt that it wasn't as hard as she imagined it would be.
Of course, many doctors who watched her do the process by hand were almost frothing at the mouth from how she used neither a needle driver nor tissue forceps.
She even cut the extra thread at the end with her teeth!
"Mom, is she stitching clothes?!"
"She could stitch me up, anytime!"
"Upstairs, I think you need to go to a psychiatrist first, right?"
Fortunately, at least the needle and thread she was using came from a suture kit and seemed to be sterilized, or some of them might really go insane.
Looking at just the finished 'wound' though… they couldn't deny that the sutures were done quite beautifully.
The 'patient' was still quite pale due to the blood loss and pain, but Emilia felt that she should be able to make a complete recovery after some time.
Emilia didn't notice that the girl recognized her and whispered a thank you, and had already moved on to the next patient.
Although she was wearing a long-sleeved, high-collared dress, many couldn't help but catch a glimpse of bandages around her arms from time to time, causing furious discussions in the live broadcast's chat.
"So she really did get injured!"
"I knew it. No one could be in the middle of so much gunfire and not get hit a single time, right?"
"But what is she doing here if she's hurt? She should just rest!"
"Ahhh, my princess is always acting strong for others, this baby is so distressed!"
Of course, while it was true that she had been hit by bullets quite a few times, Emilia's body naturally didn't have even a single scratch left now.
The only reason she bothered to put on bandages at all was to assure others that she had been 'treated', since it was inevitable for many on her side to have seen her getting injured.
Although it was slightly more troublesome to convince the doctor, that was easily fixed by stripping completely. After that, the dazed woman hurriedly agreed to keep it a secret for her before rushing off to 'treat other patients'.
'Knowing' that she was injured, however, made the people watching the broadcast unconsciously put a fragility filter on Emilia's form, making her fans feel even more distressed.
Meanwhile, the ones who shunned her could only grind their teeth in vexation, wondering why she could still be so well after evidently getting shot.
Of course, since this was the Prancing Media's broadcast room, none of them dared to express too many negative opinions.
After all, it wouldn't be funny if their details were leaked to the other party.
Emilia remained completely unaware of their thoughts, however, and continued to treat the patients.
Most of the wounds she dealt with were either from bullets or daggers, and the crimson-haired girl went from person to person without rest, extracting bullets and sewing gaping wounds shut after doing her best to disinfect them.
There were many with shattered bones that she tried her best to put together using her 'cheats', but Emilia still made a note to make sure they were looked at again by professionals to make sure nothing went wrong.
Fortunately, they managed to take care of most of the explosives and other heavy weapons of the base ahead of time, or the injuries and death toll could have been much, much worse.
Halfway through, one of the doctors dealing with the other patients came to check on her, but quietly withdrew after observing her work.
Not to mention giving her advice to improve, he was afraid he would end up making her do worse if he really tried to help.
Hours later, Emilia finished stitching up the final 'patient', who happened to be one from the opposing camp.
This particular area clearly had much tighter security, as although they were injured, these people could still be a 'threat' to the other patients.
The woman she was treating was strangely silent until the procedure was done, but after the final stitch, she couldn't help but clear her throat awkwardly. "T-Thank you..."
Emilia could tell that she had much more that she wanted to say, but just didn't know how to get the words out because of their 'affiliation'.
Although the crimson-haired girl wasn't familiar with the faces of all the soldiers here, this woman happened to be one of the few she recognized among the 'enemies'.
As a higher-level officer of this base, this woman was responsible for the area around the most dangerous weapons cache, and was also one of the top targets to watch out for.
The resistance that her team had put up had been strangely feeble, and while many on her side felt that she must be an incompetent leader, Emilia had the feeling that the woman had wanted to surrender from the start.
After all, the ones she was facing were her own people, and no one was unaware of just what their government had been doing recently.
Perhaps if they had gotten to her earlier, she might even have joined their side. But exposing their plan in advance wasn't a risk they could take, and only people who had already rebelled much earlier were made aware of it.
She hummed thoughtfully. "You're welcome. Although we fought on different sides just now, you've already surrendered and become my subject. As a citizen of Blue Dawn, you can also be considered a child of mine."
The woman who thought she must be at least a decade older than the girl in front of her felt like a thousand alpacas were running through her head. 'Whose child am I again???'
While the female officer was still having an identity crisis, Emilia smiled. "Of course, if my children are disobedient or naughty, they will get the punishment that they deserve."
While the female officer was questioning reality, however, Emilia's words ended up causing a much, much bigger storm all over the world.
After all, the words she used made it more than clear that she considered herself not only the leader of the rebellion, but also the de facto 'ruler' of Blue Dawn once they won!
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