Chapter 192

The next day, Sulu got up early. After breakfast, he let the carriage carry him to a street.

At the intersection, Sulu got out of the carriage and walked slowly along the sidewalk.

The flower beds on both sides of the street are full of all kinds of flowers, which exudes a pungent fragrance at this time.

There are also some buildings damaged around, but it is still much better than other areas.

Sulu walked for a few minutes and stopped in front of a private medical center. "That's it."

He looked up and saw a sign with a crack on both sides, which seemed to have gone through a long history:

"Rabbi Clinic... It's you!"

Sulu mingled with the patient and waited quietly.

Moreover, he was surprised to find that the business of this clinic was surprisingly good.

In front of him was an old woman who covered her face with a black headscarf. She was chattering about the miracle of the female doctor: "at that time, I almost thought I was summoned by the goddess... It was Dr. Anji who held me at the last minute... Although her technique was... Scary and rough, it was absolutely effective!"

Bang!

While she was talking, a man was beaten out of the consulting room: "dare to make trouble with me, do you want me to sew your ass on your head?"

Angie, wearing a stethoscope, emerged with a cold glance at the waiting crowd: "next!"

Swept by the sight like a predator, many patients trembled in their legs and stomach, looked at the man who was still vomiting blood, and walked away silently without saying a word.

Soon it was Sulu's turn.

He walked into the clinic and found that the place was very small. There was only a treatment room, an office and what seemed to be an operation and laboratory.

Angie riby in a white coat glanced at him casually: "name? Disease?"

"My name is Ron. We made an appointment at that party."

Sulu answered in a low voice.

In fact, it's not the second time Angie riby has met him.

As early as in port Percy, he saved Dora, his sister, and got a promise of free treatment.

Of course, Sulu at this time is not ready to expose his true identity.

He was just lamenting that the world was still small.

I found a doctor casually at the party, which is my acquaintance.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. I'm afraid there are few wild professionals who are good at treatment in a city. As long as Angie doesn't leave, he will always meet them.

"It's you!"

Angie nodded, glanced at Sulu's blue hair like the sea, and suddenly shouted to the outside: "no business today!"

Pop!

As the voice fell, the door of the clinic was roughly closed.

"Is it really good to be like you?"

Sulu was a little speechless.

"No... what else can we do? Involve them in extraordinary events?" Angie's face was dignified and she was ready to examine Sulu with a stethoscope.

"Wait a minute, what are you going to do? I'm not sick!"

Sulu hurried.

"Do you think... I look like a fool?" Angie rolled her eyes: "I knew the patient was you when I heard your description at the party! Eh? Strange..."

Her expression gradually turned to doubt: "are you really... Not sick?"

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe your intuition and the extraordinary things in your hand, doctor!"

Sulu glanced at the stethoscope in Anji's hand, and the recognition ability of [mystic] was activated. He found that it was a good auxiliary magical object.

"No, what doctor do you make an appointment with?"

Angie pulled off her mask impatiently: "or... Deliberately playing tricks on me?"

"No... in fact, a few days ago, I was really troubled by hallucinations, especially when my mental energy ran dry..."

Sulu looked solemn: "even if I get better later, I feel very afraid and hope to reserve some corresponding potions."

Besides, if he plans to continue to explore the mystery of the book of the unknown dead, that situation may occur in the future. Of course, he must be fully prepared.

"Recovered?"

Angie's expression became more strange: "in that state... Ordinary people and even extraordinary people are 99% likely to go crazy directly. You can recover. You have strong willpower!"

"Just a little luck and special methods... Do you have experience in this field?" Sulu is really curious.

This extraordinary doctor seems to have rich experience in treating this kind of special "mental illness", or mental pollution at a high level.

"I've found some materials recently... Just to deal with this problem."

Angie's eyes lit up at the mention of this, It seems that another person has changed: "I'm good at 'blood therapy'... Recently, I found that if I add that kind of material to the blood bottle, even if it is diluted many times, it will achieve unparalleled results... Originally, my therapeutic ability only hovers left and right at the first level of this road, but now, I'm confident that I can compare with the extraordinary doctor at the third or even fourth level!"

"What is so useful?"

Sulu didn't really believe it: "a panacea?"

"No... it's blood! I don't know what level of blood exists!" To his surprise, Angie replied happily: "I collected it in the east side."

"Eastern District? Flesh and blood polluters? Areas with frequent sewer monsters?"

Sulu had a cold sweat on his forehead.

What I was thinking was that fortunately, I didn't let the other party treat and input unknown blood to him.

"Yes, you're worried about pollution? It's an insult to my major. You should believe my major!"

Angie looked very normal. She sat down angrily and tilted her long legs: "so... Are you here today to buy a means to treat mental state?"

"Yes!" There was a silence, Sulu replied.

"It's really boring... I thought you could be more radical, so we can go to the east side together and get more materials! The monsters there are very troublesome..."

Angie looked distressed.

This is normal, because her occupation is biased towards treatment! The combat effectiveness is not very strong.

Sulu pursed his lips and wanted to ask where the other party's mentor and sister were, but he restrained himself when he thought of his identity: "it's a pity I can't help you."

"OK..."

Anji ran into the lab and soon took out two blood bottles. The bright red color looked very enchanting through the glass: "psychotherapy medicine, each one is worth... Um, fifty golden dragons! When you use it, just input it directly into your vein."

"Thank you!"

Sulu took over, paid the money, didn't look at Angie again, turned and left.