The Doctor In the Steampunk World

"Rui Qi'er is the best. Are you full at noon? Would you like me to cook something for you?"

"That's great, Simon. I want fried pork with bell peppers, and stewed pork ribs."

"I want to eat it too, I also want to eat sweet candy."

The two little guys jumped into the house around Simon.

Simon fed the two little guys and sent them home. He waited at home alone until night, and went out to wait near the intersection of Fifth Avenue at 6:30.

There are many people on the street at this point, but it is relatively safe.

After waiting for ten minutes, the middle-aged man who came to report in the afternoon reappeared. He was wearing a stand-up collar trench coat and came towards him with a suitcase in his hand.

He gave Simon a gesture, and the two entered the dark alley next to him.

"Everything you want is in it, here's the list." The middle-aged man said straightforwardly, and opened the suitcase, which contained monster blood and four magic items wrapped in isolation paper.

Simon glanced at the list and nodded.

Simon took out the Red Eagle Coin from his pocket, counted the amount, and handed it to him.

The middle-aged man determined the amount and put the money in his pocket, nodded to Simon and turned to leave.

Simon didn't stop, and returned home. First, he confirmed that there were no problems with the four magic items. Then let the shadow ghost absorb its inner magic energy.

After that, he painted and engraved a sequence of formations with the blood of beasts, and practiced the secret technique of shadow ghosts.

The practice continued until midnight.

The next day I went to the Knights Martial Arts Hall. There were only a few people in the martial arts hall.

"Why are there so few people, and others haven't come yet?" Simon asked, walking towards David, who was exercising silently in the corner.

"A few people have asked for leave."

"Tiger also asked for leave?"

"He's lucky. Now he's working as a bodyguard for a rich man in the outer city. He shouldn't have time to come here."

"Why didn't you go? With your strength, it should be fine."

"That rich man is a big idiot, and he values ​​Tiger's size. For horses, he must be great if he is big." David was a little indignant.

"Tiger is still pretty good."

David cracked the stake with one punch and left with a cold snort.

"What's wrong with David?"

A big man next to him came over and whispered: "Yesterday, a rich man from the outer city came to recruit Tiger as a bodyguard and offered a high salary. David also wanted to apply for the job, but the rich man didn't like him. David is now Still angry. So it's best not to mess with him today."

"No, it's not enough to be a bodyguard with David's skills." Simon was a little surprised.

"Who said it wasn't, but that rich man only wanted to be tall and strong like Tiger. You didn't come yesterday because you didn't see the rich man's behavior. The four bodyguards around him were all tall and strong like Tiger. There is a little giant who is a head taller than Tiger, and who is alive and well."

"The rich man said something that almost didn't make David angry." A big man came over and joined in the chat.

"What?"

"He said that David was thin and short, and it was too embarrassing to take him out."

Simon's face is full of weirdness. Is this the bodyguard?

"Those bodyguards have the same strength as Tiger?"

"How is that possible? The rich man asked his bodyguard to test Tiger's strength, but Tiger turned over four bodyguards by himself. The rich man directly made Tiger his bodyguard captain."

"Are you still training?" David's face was very gloomy, so frightened that everyone immediately dispersed.

Now that Tiger isn't here, David is the big brother here. He offended him, but there is no good fruit to eat.

"Is Director Johnny still up?"

"I don't know, he should be sleeping."

"It's really lazy."

Curator Johnny was away, so Simon had to warm up first.

After the warm-up, Curator Johnny hadn't come out yet, and Simon was a little impatient waiting for him. Going to go in to find Curator Johnny, David stopped him.

"Simon, you can't go in the back room."

"Why?"

"There's no reason. The curator said that no one can enter the back room except him without permission. The curator didn't come out, which means he has his own business."

David's face was very solemn, and he had no choice but to dismiss it.

"Let me guide you in martial arts."

It is also good to have David instructing him. Simon follows David to practice martial arts.

After half an hour, Curator Johnny came out. His face was ugly, even gloomier than David's. He looked at Simon and said, "Simon, come here."

Simon walked over suspiciously, and Curator Johnny led him into the back room.

As soon as you enter, you will first be greeted by a small courtyard of about ten square meters, with various herbs drying in the courtyard.

In the corner of the courtyard, there are more than ten small crock pots, and there are five simple small stoves, three of which are cooking some kind of herb.

Curator Johnny is cooking herbs himself.

Curator Johnny pushed open the door, and a heavier smell of medicine came to his nostrils, and the smell of medicine in the room was even heavier. Even if he was in constant contact with medicine, he could not accept such a strong smell of medicine.

His room was dark, the windows were covered with heavy curtains, and no sunlight was allowed.

"Who?" A weak female voice came from the room.

"It's me." Curator Johnny said softly.

Are there any women in the house?

Simon has never heard of Curator Johnny and his family?

Looking along the source of the sound, there is a bed at the innermost part of the house. The bed is covered with a black gauze, and it is difficult to see inside.

Curator Johnny walked in quickly, opened the hood, and looked back at Simon: "Come here."

Simon walked over, frowned, and smelled a stench, very familiar, a rotten smell.

Seeing a thin young girl lying on the bed, half of her face was wrapped in gauze, and the exposed half of her cheeks was pale, but flawless, looking very young.

When the girl saw Simon, her eyes were dodged and she turned her head away.

"Dad, who is he?" Her voice was a little timid, as if she was afraid of seeing strangers.

"He's a doctor." Curator Johnny said with relief.

"Simon, come here. This is my daughter Gail. She is sick and the skin on her body is rotting. I want you to cut off some layers of the rotting skin."

"I don't want him, Aunt Senna can treat me." The girl shook her head.

"Now that the inner city is blocked and Senna can't come out, you must receive treatment immediately."

"I don't want, I can wait."

"The inner city doesn't know when the blockade will be lifted. Your illness has dragged on for several days. You can't wait any longer. Gale, be good."

"He's a man."

"Gail, isn't it? You don't have to worry, I'm a regular doctor. In my eyes, there are only patients, not men and women." Simon said seriously.

"I don't want it." The girl refused to agree.

"Simon, you go out first."

Simon shrugged and turned to leave the room.

A few minutes later, Curator Johnny called Simon to come in, and the girl turned her head away angrily and didn't look at Simon.

"Gail agreed."

"Is it contaminated by magic energy?"

Curator Johnny nodded expressionlessly.

Simon felt the magic energy fluctuations on her body when he approached, and from the magic energy fluctuations, her condition must be very serious.

"Okay, I'll take a look at the degree of her pollution first."

Curator Johnny lifted the heavy quilt covering her, and her arms were wrapped with bandages, and there were patches of solidified dark red blood on the bandages.

Curator Johnny slowly opened the bandage, revealing a badly rotted, smelly arm.

The entire arm has almost no intact skin.

And the surface is bumpy, and a part of the rotten skin should have been cut off before.

"It's like this all over your body?"

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