The Doctor In the Steampunk World

"First of all, let me explain to you that you are not allowed to spread the disease after you have read it. If I find out that you have disclosed information to others, I guarantee that your end will be miserable." In warning Simon.

"Why don't you watch it." Simon felt that he should not be able to cure the old man well. It is better to have less than one thing, so why bother.

"Nick, don't scare the young man." The old man waved his hand to tell the old butler to stop talking. He smiled and said to Simon, "Young man, don't be nervous, take a look and see. Maybe you are my destined noble."

Simon really didn't want to see it. After a simple conversation, he found that the old man was quite kind.

Simon was a little uncomfortable rejecting him.

Just take a look and see, just don't say anything.

Simon bites the bullet, and the old housekeeper rolls up the old man's sleeve, revealing a thin, blackened arm.

Simon knew at a glance that it was a trace of magical energy pollution.

He squeezed the dry, dark skin, it was a little hard, like dry tree bark, it didn't look like skin at all.

This means that the skin has been necrotic, and the magic energy pollution is very serious.

There are also pits on the arm caused by rotten flesh, which have been well treated to prevent the spread of rot.

Simon smelled a faint fragrance on the old man's body. He thought that the old man was using perfume to cover his body odor. After all, whites and blacks have much heavier body odor than Asians, which is common.

Now it seems that it should be to cover up the stench of skin decay caused by the pollution of magic energy.

"Did you see the problem?" The old man asked with a smile, his tone was flat, and he didn't care about his illness. In fact, he was desperate for his condition, a kind of indifference to life and death.

Simon nodded with a serious look: "Your arm is caused by magical energy pollution. It is very serious. The skin has been necrotic. Such serious magical energy pollution should not only be on the arm."

The old man's cloudy eyes showed a smile. He looked at the old housekeeper and said with a smile, "Look, this guy still knows something."

"It's the master who sees people accurately." The old butler smiled and bowed his head, flattering him by the way.

The old man struggled to get up, the old housekeeper immediately supported the old man, and Simon quickly supported his other arm.

The old man took off his clothes, revealing his upper body, with bandages tied at some places on his body, and dark wrinkled skin was exposed where there were no bandages.

He smelled a bit of a rancid smell from the bandage, and the skin at the bandage was still rotting, indicating that the flesh was still alive.

Almost all of his chest and back were contaminated with magical energy.

Simon was surprised that this level of magical energy pollution did not cause the old man to mutate.

Simon checked the old man's skin. Like the one on his arm, the skin tissue was almost necrotic.

"I don't take off my pants. The pollution of the legs is not as serious as the upper body."

"Your life is really hard enough. If it were ordinary people, it would have changed a long time ago." Simon sighed sincerely.

"Hahahaha, life is hard? I love to hear this. Isn't it because life is harder than others that I can get to now?" The old man laughed forcefully. His heart rate was a bit fast, and suddenly there was a cramp in his chest, and it became difficult to breathe.

"Medicine...give me the medicine..."

Fortunately, the old housekeeper carried the old man's usual medicines with him. There were several kinds of medicines.

From the time Simon met the old butler until now, the old butler felt that Simon was a stable and experienced person. Just now, the old butler was really flustered, and even a little helpless.

The old man sat on the sofa and his body trembled. The old housekeeper quickly covered the old man with a blanket, and then called the maid loudly, asking the maid to find the old man's personal doctor.

He hurriedly closed the window.

Simon stood on the side blankly, what's the matter.

In my heart, I prayed that the old man would not swallow it in one breath, at least wait until he left.

After taking the medicine, the old man's colic feeling gradually eased, his eyes became more cloudy, and his face was tired. Every time he got sick he felt like he had walked from hell.

"It should just be the wind, and it will kill you." The old man showed a weak smile.

"Mr. Butler, what kind of medicine is this?" Simon pointed to a bottle on the table and asked suddenly. Among the several medicines he had just seen, there was a black and yellow capsule.

He had found this kind of capsule from the man in black, which is why he asked this question.

The old butler frowned: "Is there something wrong with this medicine? This is a magic suppressant capsule, a drug used to suppress magic energy."

Simon's eyes lit up. He knew that the magic suppressant capsule was a drug that could weaken the activity of magic energy.

In the past, he was contaminated by magic energy, so he planned to buy this kind of capsule, but the cheapest one cost 200 Eagle Coins. It is said that the best capsules cost 10,000 Eagle Coins.

"My magic energy is very polluted. Without this magic capsule, I can't live now," the old man said.

At this time, a bald middle-aged man trotted in with a medicine box.

The bald middle-aged man is the old man's personal doctor, hired by the old man with a high salary from the best hospital in the inner city.

"Mr. John, are you all right?"

"Paul, check on your body quickly."

The middle-aged man hurriedly performed a physical examination on the old man with a very solemn expression: "Mr. John, your heart is a little weak. I suggest you go to the inner city now and have a comprehensive examination."

"The results of each examination are different. I feel fine, so I don't have to run to the inner city." The old man directly rejected the middle-aged man's suggestion.

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly. He was very angry when he saw Simon and the medical kit in his hand.

"Butler Nick, this Asian is the doctor you hired again? Forget the first few waves, how did you find a yellow-skinned monkey, what kind of medical skills does he know? You are joking about Mr. John's life, hurry up and let him He got out of here."

Simon's face darkened immediately. This personal doctor was a typical white supremacist, and his words were full of racism.

"You are insulting a descendant of a federal knight, you are insulting a meritorious family that has won the Silver Knight Medal. Mr. Private Doctor, tell me your name, and I will go to the city hall to sue you." Simon stared indifferently with a gloomy face. he.

The bald middle-aged man sneered disdainfully.

"You are still a descendant of knights, the Silver Knights. Ridiculous yellow-skinned monkey, shameful impostor. Mr. John, such a person should be sent directly to the police station, let him stay in the iron cage and pay the price for his deplorable words and deeds. ."

"Federal law stipulates that impersonating a descendant of meritorious deeds is punishable by a fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years and not more than five years. Don't make a mistake, Mr. Simon," the old butler reminded.

Simon turned a deaf ear to the old butler's words, his eyes gloomy.

"It's you who should pay the price, my name is Simon Gust, my grandfather Carson Gust, a federal extraordinary knight who won the Silver Knight Medal in the Great Patriotic War.

My grandfather's name is engraved on the Glory Wall of the City Hall, my grandfather's exploits are recorded in the Merit Room of the City Hall, and the Silver Knight Medal is kept in my home. You are insulting my grandfather, you are insulting the honor of the meritorious family of the Federation. "

"If you don't believe me, now we will go to the city hall to confront each other. I will sue the city hall to deprive you of your doctor's license. A racist like you is not qualified to be a doctor."

Simon walked in front of the bald middle-aged man, and every word was sonorous and powerful. The bald middle-aged man was frightened. Simon took a step forward, and he took a step back. In the end, he tripped over a chair and sat on the ground, looking terrified.

"Don't sit on the ground and pretend to be dead, aren't you very proud, stand up and go to the city hall with me."

"Paul, you go out." The old man said at this moment, the bald middle-aged man was like a pardon, he got up and didn't dare to look at Simon, picked up the medical kit and ran out of the room in embarrassment.

Mmp's, I won't scare you to death.

"Dr. Simon, are you really a descendant of meritorious deeds? You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."

"It's clear by just checking, can you talk nonsense? I won't go to jail for a bastard." Simon shrugged and affirmed.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet a descendant of the Silver Knight Medal family in Xiacheng District." The old man smiled very happily, and found Simon more and more interesting.

"Dr. Simon, Paul is my personal doctor after all, and has taken care of my life. Can you spare his disrespect on my face?"

"Then forget it. In fact, I just expressed my anger. When I saw his cowardly appearance, my anger disappeared."

"Dr. Simon is a cheerful person."

"Then Doctor Simon, do you have any different views on my illness?" From the halo of the Silver Knight Order family, the old man had a little more expectation for Simon.

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