Chapter 374: 373 Changes in Clinic

Chapter 374: 373 Changes in Clinic

Chapter 374 373. Changes in the Clinic

"Are you guys OK?"

Dr. Yousefka used her gloved fingers to push her flaxen hair behind her ears.

Bent down to ask Viola and the children in the corner of the clinic.

After sending Lan En away, the two little girls soon lay down tiredly in their mother's arms and fell asleep again.

Viola seemed to be preoccupied, stroking the hair of her two daughters with blank eyes.

Yousefka knew what she was thinking.

She is also worried about her husband, Gascoigne.

The love between them has always been the envy of many people. But on this sinister night, it became something tormenting.

No, were fine, were just a little too troublesome for you.

Viola was brought back to consciousness by Yousefka, and she quickly put on a relieved smile, telling the doctor not to worry too much about her.

She has never been a weak character.

"You are already very tired, Yusefka. You should take some rest. The incense has just been put on, so there is nothing to worry about. If you need it, I can look after it for you and wake you up if anything happens."

Doctors do not have an easy time in the clinic.

The patients in the clinic are sitting far apart from each other. They are suspicious of each other, wary of each other, tired and sleepy because of the danger of this night.

In addition, their physical condition is not good, and the mental burden puts their bodies on the verge of collapse.

Yousefka had no choice but to leave them alone, so he could only move between patients.

Comfort them, encourage them, and tell them that no one in this clinic has signs of lycanthropy.

The lycanthropic plague does not exist here.

Yousefka is a mature doctor. She knows how to throw out a bunch of uncommon nouns to make patients dizzy, and then create trust through the gap in knowledge.

At this night, the patients could only trust her, and it was best to trust her.

Who else can take care of a group of people who are already sick?

Hunters can also treat diseases. They specialize in treating lycanthropy, and there is only one treatment method - killing the patient.

But she couldn't let this happen in her clinic.

"Are you a hunter? Are you on a hunting mission?"

No one spoke outside the door, and even the knocking on the door stopped.

Yousefka suppressed his panic, swallowed his saliva and continued speaking.

"I'm sorry, but, but I really can't open the door to you. This is a clinic, only ordinary patients, no beasts, and I won't put my patients at risk of being exposed to the lycanthropic plague."

I know youre hunting for us, for the city, but I really cant open the door.

seemed to know that most hunters did not have that much sympathy, so Yousefka hurried to the bookshelf of the clinic and took out a blood collection bottle from a slender box.

This is my own refined blood.

While talking about her former identity as the Saint of Blood, she handed the blood collection bottle through the break in the glass on the door.

This is the only help I can provide you, please accept it.

She stretched out her hand with the broken glass, but no one took the blood collection bottle for a long time.

There was no response, no knock on the door.

Just when Yousefka was at a loss and didn't know what to do, she suddenly felt her wrist being grabbed by someone, and then a sudden stinging sensation came from her blood vessels.

Almost at the same time, a feeling of dizziness flooded into my mind.

The exhausted body went limp. In a daze, the doctor saw limbs that looked like soft-bodied creatures protruding from the crack in the window.

Those smooth and soft limbs pulled out the bolt of the door with a mucus-slapping sound.

The patients were screaming. Viola seemed to have picked up the long pole of the infusion bottle and wanted to fight back, but the limbs of the soft-bodied creature easily flew away the thin metal pole.

The anxious voices of two little girls called out for Mom.

Ah, sister, my sister.

Amidst the noise and chaos, a soft female voice came from outside the door, a female voice that was almost the same as Yousefka, soft but not gentle.

Yousefka suddenly opened his eyes wide, trying to resist the effects of the medicine in his body and see clearly the scene outside the door.

But it was no use. In her uncontrollable drowsy vision, there was only the sight of a woman's boots walking into the door.

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