The Doctor In the Steampunk World

After a meal, Simon fled upstairs to take a bath. He lay in the bathtub with warm water washing his body, which made him feel very comfortable.

His whole body was soaked in warm water, his mind was empty, and he enjoyed the hard-won tranquility.

After a while, the crazy events of last night naturally appeared in my mind, and I had to take out my thoughts to sort out.

He guessed that the terrorist actions of the Green Day Church in recent days and the pollution incident on Fifth Avenue last night might have paved the way for major events in the inner city last night.

What the **** did the Green Day Cult do to actually put the inner city into a state of first-level combat readiness.

Is it a large-scale magic energy pollution?

Or was the mayor assassinated?

Could it be the School of Mechanical Engineering?

It's all possible, Simon doesn't know much information, so he can only guess.

Forget it, I really don't want to guess anymore.

Even when the sky falls, there are knights in the inner city against it. It's none of my business.

The two difficult women in the family can't handle it very well, so how can they care about other things.

Sighing, she got up to dry her body, put on her clothes, tidied herself up, and went downstairs.

He went out with a medicine box on his back. He went out and spent some money to ask someone to find Father Manning. After finishing the matter, he went to Fifth Avenue.

Last night, he removed the magical energy pollution on two or three thousand people, but the wounds caused by the magical energy pollution cannot be eliminated. Many people have rotting wounds on their bodies, which need to be treated.

No, he thought about door-to-door service and earning back the money he didn't ask for last night.

Residents near Fifth Avenue started looking for doctors to treat their injuries early in the morning. Many people went to the hospital a few streets next door, and the black clinic was overcrowded.

As I was walking, I saw a long line in front of a house on Fifth Avenue.

Simon was curious and saw several big men maintaining order at the scene.

At first glance, I saw Tiger, the **** man from the Knights Martial Arts Academy.

"Don't worry, wait in line at the back, you have some quality." Simon squeezed in, but was scolded by the residents lining up around him.

"I'm not here to see a doctor. I don't cut the queue. I know the people inside."

"Tiger, Tiger." Simon waved and shouted.

The **** man saw Simon, waved at Simon, and raised his hand to separate the crowd. With his terrifying height and muscles, no one dared to say anything to him, and pulled Simon in.

He saw Curator Johnny sitting behind the table dressing a resident's wound.

"Will the curator heal?" Simon looked at Tiger suspiciously.

"Is it strange that the curator used to be a knight? He can heal wounds."

"It's so hard? This suture is too child's play, are you sure he will heal?" Simon watched Curator Johnny suture a patient's wound. His movements were rough, and the patient cried out in pain. The wound was sutured in a mess, and Simon looked embarrassed.

Ola attacked Curator Johnny, and the girl was so frightened that her face was pale.

Tiger also felt embarrassed, leaned over and whispered in Simon's ear: "Although it doesn't look good, it's effective. You don't know that our cost of treatment is the cheapest, and it's totally worth the money."

"The curator found that many people on Fifth Avenue were injured today. He said that he saw a business opportunity and gathered us to set up this stall." David whispered next to him.

"Don't worry, no one will die."

After the wound was sutured, Curator Johnny poured a little purple-black potion on the wound, and then wrapped it in a cloth, which was considered a cure for a patient.

The patient couldn't get up because of the pain, and Director Johnny called for the next person with an excited face.

Simon's head is full of black lines, and the curator Johnny is looking for money. Even with this skill, he dares to pretend to be a doctor to save people.

"Simon, there was a terrorist attack near Fifth Avenue last night, and many people were polluted. Did something happen to you?"

"The street I live on happens to be outside the polluted area, so there's nothing wrong."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Healing, I'm a doctor. After I heard what happened last night, I knew someone must be injured and ran over."

"You are as business-minded as the curator, and I support you."

"I'm going to set up a clinic right next to me." Simon smiled.

"You want to grab business? That won't work."

"Look at how the curator treats the disease. I won't talk about the rough method. He doesn't even take medicine. This kind of rotten wound is most likely to be infected with germs. No. Even after treatment, there is still a high probability of infection, and it will be even more dangerous at that time. I robbed his client also for his sake. If he really died, think about the consequences. "

Tiger and David looked at each other and felt that Simon was right.

"It still won't work, we help the curator get a commission." Tiger still shook his head.

fuck

Tiger looked simple and honest, but he didn't expect his heart to be as dark as his face.

"I'll also give you a commission. How about you help me pull in customers, so that you can make more money."

Done.

Tiger and David agreed without hesitation.

The three of them sneaked away, went to the next house, and rented a house from the owner for a day. Simon used carbon ashes to write the word "Clinic" on a piece of cloth and hung it on the wall.

The temporary clinic officially opened.

Tiger and David went outside to pull people out~www.wuxiahere.com~ First highlighting Simon's identity as a student at the Victoria University Medical School in the inner city, and then highlighting Simon's treatment of injuries to the Cavaliers and so on.

This information was advertised and immediately attracted the attention of many people. Most of the people in line at Curator Johnny's side left at once.

Simon put out the surgical instruments in the medicine cabinet, wearing a white lab coat and a white mask, it looked very formal and reassuring.

Curator Johnny naturally heard the movement outside, his face sank immediately, holding the scissors, and running out with blood on his body.

When he saw that Tiger was soliciting for Simon, his face turned green with anger, and he almost killed the traitor.

After understanding the whole story, Curator Johnny walked in with a blank face and watched Simon seriously suture the patient's wound. His technique was much better than his.

Curator Johnny closed the door after Simon excepted a patient.

"Yo, Curator Johnny, there are quite a lot of people over there, why did you come to me if you didn't treat the patient." Simon laughed.

"You took all my patients away. Where can I still have patients."

"It's not my fault, it's the patient's own choice." Simon shrugged with a look of pride. I was a little miserable by Johnny a few days ago, but now I can't say how happy I am seeing him shriveled.

"You did this on purpose."

"How can you say that? I'm doing this for your own good. I've seen your treatment process, and it's really not good. I'm also worried that you will kill people, and you will be miserable. Tell me if I am for you."

Curator Johnny's face was gloomy, and he suddenly changed his face to show a kind smile.

Simon's heart suddenly burst, every time Director Johnny showed such a smile, it was the rhythm of preparing to trick people.

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