Chapter 690

What greeted Frederick was a room filled with a foul odor and the smell of disinfectant. At least a dozen military doctors were inside, working frantically and sweating profusely.

Frederick had a sense of foreboding.

"Where's Seiryu?" He grabbed a doctor's collar, trying to maintain his composure but failing.

"He's behind the curtain," the doctor replied, his face pale and his voice shaky. "I advise you not to go see him. There's no chance of saving him."

"Idiot! Get lost!" Frederick snapped.

He strode into the room angrily.

Behind the curtain, several doctors were performing surgery on a man who was covered in bandages. His eyes were closed, and only his lips were still moving slightly.

Frederick was taken aback. He wondered how Seiryu got himself so severely injured.

"Everyone out! I'll take over!" Frederick could feel his blood boiling. The doctors were startled, and they quickly retreated.

Frederick walked up to Seiryu and, upon closer inspection, his expression froze.