Chapter 2115

In the past, people asked him for treatment, but later he asked others for treatment, but they could not get it.

Last night, when strange was having a haircut, he talked about this topic with Master Wang of Murakami. They said that in the East, it's called retribution. You've delayed countless patients in the past, but now you'll also be delayed. It's so simple.

Huaxi village is indeed the first village in the world in front of the gate of kamataj mountain. Even the barber's words are full of philosophy.

Through his words, strange realized his past mistakes and began to think whether the damage of his hands was really manipulated by an invisible God in order to punish his attitude towards the poor in the past.

So today, he not only changed his appearance, but also his mental outlook. It seems that he has learned something.

But after a whole day, I still didn't get in.

In the evening, it was the same time last night. The door creaked and opened again. The greasy, bareheaded man showed his head with a happy smile. He took away his rice bowl and handed him a plate with a big fish in it.

"The supreme mage went to find Odin to fish in the daytime. If I was worried that you would starve to death, I would give you one. I'm Mordo, the great mage of kamataj."

"Hello, master."

"I like people who can endure torture. When you eat, we can talk?"

"Yes, master."

Strange had not eaten for a day, and by this time he had started.

Murdoch squatted down, his greasy eyes moving from strange's face to his buttocks and then to his shaking hands:

"are you looking for someone to help you with your hands?"

"Yes, I'm a surgeon, and my hands are what I live for."

The bearded man replied, turning a little, because he felt the strange look in Murdoch's eyes.

"And what if you cure your hand?" Mo Du took out a small whip from his belt and slapped himself on the chest. It was like a cow's tail driving a bull hooligan. He was very hard.

"I... Still want to cure the sick and save people. I used to treat the rich only. I was too shallow, I know."

The doctor had a piece of fish in his mouth, his moustache covered with white debris.

The mage shook his head, and he stood up with his bowl in his arms: "as a sorcerer, as long as the life and death of ordinary people do not affect the operation of the universe and the earth, it has nothing to do with us. Your answer can not convince the supreme mage."

Strange sighed. He could accept it, only with a sigh in his heart: "well... It sounds a bit ruthless, just like me in the past."

Mordo gave the doctor a little hope, and then he wanted to see him despair. He laughed bitterly, and the whip made himself happy and said:

"there is a saying in the East, which is called" heaven and earth are not benevolent, and take all things as cud dogs ". It means that heaven and earth treat all things the same way, neither particularly good nor bad to anyone. Everything goes with its natural development. The Supreme Master is human It's because there's no value for you to cure the world with your hands

The doctor was at a loss. He didn't understand it. Did the Supreme Master dislike that he didn't understand oriental culture?

"What should I do?" He gave up his mindfulness and asked directly about the strange but seemingly amiable master modo.

"Where can I guess what the supreme master thinks? By the way, do you smoke? " Murdoch shook his head, then turned his palms and turned into a box of "huazi". He came up to strange and gave in: "take this, don't pull your voice."

"I'm a surgeon. Nicotine is not good for nerves, so I never smoke."

Mo Du suddenly changed his face and took away the plate with a cold snort:

"the Supreme Master has a word for you: don't even smoke? This shows that you don't know the truth of "betel nut and tobacco, boundless power". What else do you want to be a mage?! He doesn't like you! You go. "

Leaving this sentence, the red lacquer gate slammed shut, almost pinching strange's sharp nose.

The doctor slowly rose from his kneeling position, lowered his head and walked away thoughtfully.

The next day, strange bought a cigarette with the money he earned from working in the village last night. He knelt down at the door of camataj and smoked it one by one. From time to time, he broke down several packets of betel nuts and chewed them in his mouth.

He didn't know whether he had boundless power. He just felt sick and dizzy. His nerves were still in a strange excitement, and his throat was burning with pain.

A cigarette smoked from morning till night, and he could hardly speak.

At midnight, the door opened again, and an old man with a white beard appeared, and the other side was indifferent. As soon as he came up, he handed him a baked bear's paw, which was obviously the subsistence allowance of strange today.

"You eat."

"Master, are you..." strange was a little excited. He knew what the Oriental immortals were like, and the people in front of him almost coincided with each other. That kind of cognition was like stepping on a crane and flying away in the next moment."No, I'm Hamil the guardian." The other side pressed his head to prevent him from rushing over, and then turned his hand into a jar: "drink?"

It was a question. He asked strange if he wanted to drink.

Strange was a little embarrassed. He was a cigarette and a betel nut field. After a day, he was dizzy. How could he drink?

"I had a car accident just because I went to a banquet, and I don't drink any more."

"He said," you don't want to drink wine. You can go. "

With that, Hamil closed the door, leaving the doctor with bear's paws in the wind of the night.

On the third day, strange prepared his cigarettes and wine, knelt at the door of camataj and began to work with a mouthful of wine and smoke. By noon, he was a bit muffled, but his brain numbness made him feel relaxed.

Even the knee on the stone slab doesn't hurt, and the waist is not sour. You can climb several floors at one breath.

With the help of alcohol, obviously the time passed much faster. He soon waited until midnight today. This time, he opened the door with a pair of teeth suspended in the air.

In fact, it was a bald black man in a black robe who just disappeared at night.

The food given by the other party was also very strange. It was something strange that strange had never seen before. It was like a chicken with eight legs and eight wings. After being roasted, it lay on its back on the plate with eight legs.

"The Supreme Master went to Sparta for a banquet today, and brought some extraterrestrial palace dishes to taste for everyone, and gave you a chicken, so as not to starve to death."

Strange was getting used to it, and now every day he was looking forward to the door opening to give him a brief touch of hope.

Hope to live.

He didn't think it was someone else who was making trouble. Instead, he felt that the perpetrator was very kind to him. He took over the roast chicken and asked, "what do you call the master?"

"Daniel DRAM, mage camataj, alternate mage of the New York Temple garrison." The other side touched his bald head and looked at the doctor's hair: "has your hair been permed?"

"No, I'm a natural roll." Strange gnawed on the drumstick and told the truth.

The black mage sighed and shook his head as he closed the door:

"the supreme mage said that you are not scalded. He doesn't like you! Let's go after eating. Alas...

the American doctor nodded repeatedly. He already knew what he was going to do after working tonight.

Smoking, drinking, perm...

there should be other tests behind? No matter what, you must do it yourself!

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