"This reminds me of my apprentice days when my teacher and I went to pick a fight, but we were beaten. That bastard used a nail hammer, alchemically modified his arm, and took alchemical elixirs before the fight. With one swing, he broke my sword, and the broken sword sliced my chest open."
Merlin's voice was weak. Due to a previous failed experiment, this guy barely had any facial expressions, and for this reason, Lorenzo found it hard to tell if he was genuinely nostalgic or actually dying and uttering nonsense before death.
"Doctor!"
Lorenzo shouted at the few surviving medical staff, who were petrified, huddled in a corner shaking. After Lorenzo's scold, they responded after a few seconds, picking up medical supplies from the pool of blood and rushing to Merlin's side.
"So how did you escape?"
Lorenzo made way for the medical personnel and continued to question Merlin, keeping him conscious.
