"Don't worry, I'm still waiting for you to teach me necromancy magic. I won't do anything to you. You can return to consciousness when your Majesty the Princess is not at home."
In Chinatown, Luo Qing is very eye-catching as he walks among the crowd holding a huge super moose.
He whispered helplessly: "If you don't want to go, forget it, I don't have any problem with staying by my side for ten years."
Bell~
The sweet bell sounded from the moose's neck, and a hint of distrust could be felt.
Luo Qing was a little helpless. Seeing that his father's antique shop was right in front of him, he said quickly in a low voice: "Whatever you think, remember not to make any exception, otherwise you will not have a second chance to enter that antique shop."<
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After speaking, Luo Qing opened the door of the antique shop.
"Welcome, uh, Luo Qing?" Tru's voice was hesitant.
Luo Qing placed the moose on the sofa, looked around and asked, "True, where is Xiaoyu?"
Tru breathed a sigh of relief: "Chen Long took Xiaoyu to Moose Paradise, and dad went out talking about epidemic doctors and so on."
Luo Qing paused, nodded, and said with gentleness on his face: "That's it, I won't keep it any longer. This is my gift to Xiaoyu. I'll put it in her room."
"Okay."
Coming out of Xiaoyu's room, Luo Qing frowned and thought for a moment, why did dad find the epidemic doctor? That guy doesn't distinguish between good and evil, and as long as he is a living being, there will be something wrong with him.
How many creatures that have passed through their hands can be cured?
At this time, the sound of the TV downstairs was faintly heard.
[Insert an urgent news. An extremely dangerous mental patient appeared in Florida this morning. He wears a beak mask and looks like a medieval epidemic doctor. He is very aggressive. The number of people who have been attacked so far has reached dozens.
, citizens please stay away as soon as possible when encountering, now the police.]
Luo Qing paused and was speechless. After saying hello to Tru, he walked out of Dad's Antique Shop.
After thinking about it, his body gradually became invisible and faded.
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Florida, suburbs.
"Oh, why are you so unwilling to listen to advice? They are all ordinary people and do not need to be transformed!"
Dad was a little angry and yelled at the doctor who was still performing the surgery.
On the ground, people who had been spliced together were lying on the ground. There seemed to be seven or eight people, making the place even more terrifying.
"Sir, although I admit that you are healthy, these people are unhealthy. I need to clear up the disease. Also, don't try to attack a doctor like you just did. After all, I need my life to bring salvation to this world.
."
The epidemic doctor's voice was very hoarse, but full of gentleness.
"They are just ordinary creatures. Some diseases are understandable, and do they need to be reorganized just for a cold?" Dad yelled again.
But the dried puffer fish in his hand never emitted green light. He was a great mage, but he couldn't beat this doctor
Thinking about the scene where the magic was directly cut into pieces by a scalpel, Dad felt very helpless.
"Sir, many diseases are invisible. Although you don't quite understand what doctors do, these people do have more than five diseases."
As the doctor spoke, he took out a needle from his pocket and started sewing with the accompaniment of screams.
The low murmur made Dad even angrier. He couldn't help but take two steps forward and asked loudly: "But have you asked them if they are willing? How can they live after you transform them into this?" The epidemic doctor's hands did not stop at all and were still working, but his voice was a little colder, and a strong sense of oppression instantly hit Dad.
"Appearance is nothing compared to life. No one has died under my surgery. They can live longer without diseases."
"Master, don't try to challenge a doctor's bottom line. It is a doctor's duty to treat diseases."
Dad paused and recalled the records of these madmen in ancient books. He gritted his teeth and the dried puffer fish in his hand glowed green again.
At least in this era, epidemic doctors must be restricted.
Imagine that a weirdo with a beak mask dismembers and reassembles a person in the city center without anyone watching. How much panic will this cause?
Although Chaofan has been recovering now, and it is basically impossible for ordinary people to maintain the status quo, he still wants to try.
Just when his magic preparation was successful, a solemn voice sounded: "Epidemic doctor."
The father paused and turned around. A guy with a black and white robe, a white mask on his face, black eyes, and an aura of order appeared not far away.
Why is this here?
There was a trace of unwillingness in the eyes of the father. The magic power was recovering, but his strength could not always be at the forefront of the world. He could not control these resurrected ancient monsters or the rookies who seized the opportunity.
The epidemic doctor paused and did not look back. Instead, he accelerated the movements of his hands, and a humanoid creature gradually spliced into shape in his hands.
Then he took out a small white bottle from his arms and sprinkled an unknown medicinal powder evenly on the spliced person.
The next moment, the person who was originally just a corpse actually had a heartbeat, and a kind of vitality was emerging.
There was a hint of amazement in Luo Qing's eyes. Although the treatment methods of the epidemic doctors were very cruel, it had to be said that few people could match their medical skills.
After doing all this, the epidemic doctor looked at the unconscious suture man tenderly and murmured: "There are so many diseases in this world, what should we do without a doctor?"
After saying that, he stood up and turned around slowly. The orange eyes of the bird's beak mask ignored his father and looked at Luo Qing. His tone was full of pity and mercy. He slowly approached and said hoarsely but gently: "This
Mr. Saint, you are sick!"
The worried father suddenly paused and silently took a few steps back. If these two fought, he would laugh out loud, so of course he would not stop them.
Luo Qing felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to be locked by the whole world, with no chance of leaving.
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But now that Luo Qing is here, he has never thought about leaving.
The Eye of Order looked at the Epidemic Doctor calmly and said in a gentle tone: "No, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, it is not that I am sick, but that the world is sick."
The epidemic doctor paused. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. His hoarse voice was full of recognition and joy: "Did you see it too? The world is indeed sick, but I can't help it cure it, and you are in great need of someone.
Doctor."
Luo Qing paused slightly, thinking about the records about the epidemic doctor, and his tone was slightly fanatical: "No, you are wrong, Mr. Epidemic Doctor. It is great that you save living beings, but the world also needs its own doctor, which can make him
Get well soon."
Luo Qing's body floated slightly, he pointed his finger towards the city of Florida, and said passionately: "Look, the world is full of damage, and people can no longer use magic to heal themselves.
Almost everyone has a disease. How much workload will this increase for epidemic doctors? Only by curing the world can people truly be cured."
The epidemic doctor paused again, and looked at Luo Qing with a different look. The joy in his tone was amplifying, and he couldn't help but fly.
He and Luo Qing looked towards the city together: "Mr. Saint, you are the most insightful patient I have ever seen, but you don't understand doctors.
As a qualified doctor, having so many patients must be our dereliction of duty. No matter how many patients there are in the world, I will pay for our dereliction of duty."
There was a rare hint of excitement in the tone of the doctor who spoke about the disease: "I believe that with my continuous efforts, a world without disease will eventually come."
Luo Qing paused for a moment, turned to look into the eyes of the epidemic doctor, and said in a sincere tone: "Is there really a world like you describe?"
The epidemic doctor smiled and said firmly: "Of course there will be saints. As long as I persevere, there will be one day."
But Luo Qing did not agree. He shook his head gently: "No, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, you are wrong again. If you follow your ideas, that world will never come."
The epidemic doctor paused, the smile under the mask slowly disappeared, and his tone gradually became colder: "What do you mean? Are you saying that a doctor's persistence is wrong?"
Luo Qing shook his head slightly, and then asked: "No, no, no, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, think about it carefully, how many operations can you do in a day?"
The epidemic doctor thought for a while, and a cold light flashed through the small scalpel in his hand, and he replied coldly: "About a thousand, okay, Mr. Saint, your illness can't be delayed any longer. We can continue chatting after you recover."
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Luo Qing did not stop the epidemic doctor from approaching, and asked softly: "In this world with low magic power, almost every living creature has disasters, and the human race alone has hundreds of thousands of newborns every day. How do you make that disease-free world come?"
?"
The doctor paused and started thinking rapidly. Soon, he said firmly: "I will train many doctors. When we have more doctors, our ideal will definitely be realized."
A smile appeared under Luo Qing's mask, and he continued to ask: "Of course, I am very convinced of this, but what about the doctors you train? You are performing operations all the time and have no time to train doctors."
The epidemic doctor fell into thinking again, and he murmured: "Everyone here is troubled by diseases, right? I can cure them, and then teach them medical skills, I can do that."
Luo Qing's tone became gentler: "Mr. Epidemic Doctor still hasn't figured it out. Think about it, if the concentration of magic power in the world is so low, can we really cultivate excellent epidemic doctors?"
"Think about the patients who clearly had symptoms but died because doctors couldn't catch them."
Luo Qing took the initiative to approach the epidemic doctor and asked in a very light tone: "If a doctor does not have the ability to control patients, how can he become an excellent doctor?"
The epidemic doctor's thoughts were a little confused, and he thought of his previous training.
He also thought of what his master once told him: patients are all pitiful, and we doctors need to give them the greatest mercy. We must not be angry because of the patient's resistance. They are all poor people who have been harmed by the disease. As a doctor,
All diseases must be eliminated to be qualified.
But now, if he cannot train excellent doctors, then many patients will definitely not be treated because of the control of the disease
How is that possible? That's a doctor's dereliction of duty! How can one watch life disappear in front of a doctor?
Feeling the increasingly chaotic thoughts of the epidemic doctor, Luo Qing's tone became extremely serious: "The world is sick. It is full of holes. This is the cradle of disease, Mr. Epidemic Doctor."
The epidemic doctor looked up in confusion, his orange eyes a little confused, and murmured: "Is that so?"
Below, the father gradually widened his eyes, looking at the two people who were getting closer and closer. Why did they suddenly become harmonious?
Luo Qing smiled, and he said very, very sincerely: "Mr. Epidemic Doctor, have you ever understood the responsibilities of the Saints of Order?"