Chapter 402

"I said, Olivia... You'd better throw that guy of unknown origin out! Just throw it anywhere... It's too dangerous to leave such a guy at home!"

"What are you talking about! How can you leave a comatose person outside? If you say so, dad will be sad!"

"Eh? I care about you! It doesn't matter to me. I'm leaving tomorrow anyway, but what can you do? In case that guy wakes up and finds that he's a criminal... Oh! That's how Dad will be sad!"

Just next to the Jackson Trade Square mentioned by the female reporter, a pair of sisters were talking to each other without giving in to an old medicine shop.

My sister looks older, about 30 years old; My sister is only in her early twenties at most. The age of the two sisters is much different.

But in fact, compared with older sister Olivia, her sister Abigail is more intelligent and alert to the darkness of society.

"No matter what you say, I have to keep him anyway," said her sister Olivia stubbornly. "Dad never gave up any patients before he died. As his daughter, we should follow him as an example!"

"Well, didn't you get admitted to the therapist?" her sister Abigail said disapprovingly as she tidied up her suitcase. "As Dad's daughter, we have already failed."

"No, although I have to see the store every day, I haven't stopped..." Olivia said firmly, "I'll never give up!"

"It's thirty, my sister!" Abigail threw down his clothes and straightened up unhappily. "Isn't it good to focus your mind on magic medicine? Compared with a therapist with higher comprehensive requirements, you are at least more talented in magic medicine. Can't being a pharmacist also cure diseases and save people?"

"..." Olivia leaned her neck and looked at her mouth, then lay down on the sofa and twisted her body like a spoiled girl, "that's just a little stronger. Magic medicine is much more difficult than you think..."

"It's thirty!" Abigail looked at the creature suspected of insects on the sofa and said weakly, "forget it, it's up to you! Whatever you like..."

She paused, but her voice turned again and pulled the topic back: "... But before that, you must get rid of that suspicious guy! Otherwise I don't trust you!"

"No!" Olivia sprang up from the sofa.

"My sister -" Abigail groaned with his forehead.

Olivia suddenly reached out and pointed to her sister, with a touch of approval in her expression.

"Yes! That's it!" she said in surprise.

"Hmm?" Abigail was used to being frightened by this unreliable sister who was often surprised at first, and said without moving, "what's the matter?"

"I'm a sister!" Olivia stressed. "A sister should listen to her sister! Understand?"

"Then show yourself as a sister!" Abigail scolded discontentedly. "How long has it been since the new medicine was put in the store? People's' gilded crucible 'has been made in England! It's called... Um,' Xianyin medicine ', and the profit is high!"

"'xianyin potion '?" Olivia tilted her head. "Sounds strange?"

"Your brain is strange!" Abigail said dejectedly, "forget it, do it yourself..."

There was nothing she could do about her sister who wanted to be a therapist. Her good sister is not only pure in mind, but also perfectly inherits the stubbornness of the dead ghost father. She doesn't listen to what she says.

It's time for her to make a good loss, so that she may understand some common sense of life.

"... well, that's it!" Abigail nodded secretly.

Although according to the itinerary plan, she should leave for New Orleans early tomorrow morning to investigate the local Mandela grass planting area.

When she studied in school, she showed great potential in herbal medicine, and her own efforts also laid a solid foundation for her to find this good job.

Abigail was obviously more mature and sensible than her somewhat hopeless sister.

But after all, they are a family. When both parents die, the feelings of the sisters are still very good. So even if she postponed her trip, she had to work harder for her sister.

However, plans can never keep up with changes. She had just made up her mind to pretend to leave, and then hid to secretly observe the follow-up at home. Unexpectedly, the door of the house creaked open at this moment.

"... did you... Save me?"

His hoarse voice was accompanied by messy medium and long hair, his thin face was morbid pale, his eyes were deeply sunken, his lips were dry, and his upper body was wrapped with a thick bandage.

Look at him. He looks like a seriously ill person.

But just looking at the resolute outline and unconquered eyes, they still exude stubbornness and strength. That was Sirius Black, a wizard who dared to break through the darkness with blood and life.

"Oh! You can't get up yet -"

Olivia, who was pure, almost immediately reacted. She jumped up from the sofa without thinking anything and rushed to Sirius standing against the wall.

"Go and lie down! You're too hurt to move at will... Go in and go back to bed..."

Olivia almost dragged and dragged Sirius back into the room.

Abigail standing by the suitcase seemed to want to say something, but looking at Sirius's injury, he finally endured it for the time being.

"It seems that he can't do any harmful behavior for a while. Ask him when he lies back in bed..." Abigail thought and followed him to the room.

"... no, thank you very much... But I can't stay here anymore... I have to..."

Sirius was pressed back to bed by Olivia. At the same time, his breath whispered faintly in his mouth. Just talking seemed very difficult. I'm afraid he might not be able to get out of the house if he let him go.

"It's not up to you to decide whether you can stay now!" Abigail said forcefully when she saw him lying back in bed and Olivia was covering him. "Who do you think saved you?"

"Abby (Abigail's nickname)!" Olivia shouted to her sister angrily.

"I'm telling the truth!" Abigail ignored his sister's obstruction and stared at Sirius. "Say! Who are you? Why did you fall at the back door of our house? If necessary, I will immediately transfer you to the Auror Office of the magic Congress for strict review!"

"Abigail!" Olivia shouted again. "You can't talk like that! This gentleman may have just been attacked by villains! Isn't he?"

"... no, is this your sister?" Sirius said faintly. "She's right. She shouldn't leave an unidentified suspicious man in her house... But I can't be arrested yet... I still have something to do..."

"So... You, you are really not a good man!" Abigail was startled when he heard the speech and dragged his sister away from the bed.

"... good or bad..." Sirius shook his head with a bitter smile. "Should he be a 'good man'... Right?"

"Since you have to hesitate, you can't be a good man!"

Abigail pulled his sister out of the room with all his strength, and then hurried to find his wand. But it was easy to find, but finally remembered that the wand seemed to be still in the room.

"Well, it's okay... He was hurt so badly that he should have no problem..."

The various crimes left by the first generation of the Dark Lord in the United States and the traces of the activities of black wizards in the American magic world from time to time made the wizards who grew up in this land vigilant, and Abigail was naturally one of them.

After all, simple women like her sister Olivia are always in the minority.

Abigail summoned up his courage, secretly cheered for himself, then immediately blocked in front of his sister, rushed into the room and went straight to the desk.

But she seemed to be a step late, because she had just run a few steps when she saw Sirius leaning heavily against the wall by the desk, holding Abigail's wand in her hand.

As for his own wand, he had already fallen somewhere in the previous death struggle.

"Miss... Please believe I won't hurt you..." Sirius said laboriously, "but I really should go... I can't waste any more time..."

He took a few deep breaths of air, but then he coughed again, and the strength he had just gathered disappeared again. He was unstable for a while and fell to the corner with a bang.

But the wand in his hand was still clenched, and although his eyes were half drooping, his eyes were still full of firmness.

"Please don't mind..."

Sirius did not say this to Abigail, but to Olivia behind her.

Although Olivia is very kind and pure, she is not unaware that the strange man in front of her may be a dangerous person. In the current situation, even if she could not suppress her worries about the patients, she did not act too naive as just now.

Sirius got up again. His dull muscles made his movement seem slow and weak, but he seemed to ignore it and wanted to leave here wholeheartedly.

He silently pointed the tip of his wand at the two sisters. His steps were difficult but did not hesitate. He dragged his injured body out of the door, walked through the living room, and walked downstairs along the wooden steps.

"... by the way," said Sirius softly, stopping on the stairs, "thank you for your room, smart and kind girl."

"How did you know it was mine -"

Abigail was halfway there when he suddenly realized that it was his wand. But in such a chaotic situation, this man can still consider this kind of thing. I really don't know what he's thinking!