Mayor Mare, on the bridge. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today's weather is beautiful, with a blue sky rarely seen in winter, and the rising morning sun lazily pours its auspicious light on the fantastic Venice, announcing the arrival of a new day.

Even though a full day has passed since the bombing of the Exchange, the Venetians do not seem to have been affected, shopping or toiling and living in order.

Thanks to the mayor's secrecy, the residents who lived near the exchange and witnessed the explosion were "visited" by him and given some appropriate means of threats.

At this time, the mayor of the town stood on the largest bridge in Venice, his eyebrows locked, his unsheathed saber in his left hand, and his pipe in his right hand, which he did not leave for a moment, and a few wisps of white smoke rose like the rising sun.

Puffing up his chest, he carefully observed every passerby, from the eyes, nose, to arms and hands, the killer's palm was clearly different from that of ordinary people.

He didn't let go of even some women, who all had a common trait - beauty and good figures.

The mayor stared straight at their chests, waists, and legs.

Looking at the beautiful back of a young woman leaving, he sighed deeply, rubbed his eyes, and complained to himself in a low voice: "Where did Brad die?!"

He never thought that Brad would take the waterway, and he escaped on an Italian battleship, there were only five of them in the whole of Italy, and even if he was rampant on the water, absolutely no soldier would dare to stop the investigation.

Yesterday Brad encountered several patrols on the river, and the group of soldiers who had never seen the world all honestly hid to the side to make way, and under the shock of the huge body of the battleship, the courage to face it was lost in an instant......

Seeing the young woman disappear around the corner, the mayor took a puff on his cigarette and continued to browse the pedestrians on the street.

Naturally, Zheng Fei's unique skin color and appearance attracted his attention.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, his solemn face immediately relieved, and he smiled happily.

It just so happened that Zheng Fei came to him when he entered the city, smiled back politely, and beckoned the coachman to drive there.

At the bottom of the bridge, Zheng Fei jumped out of the car, climbed up with Santiago and others, passed through many soldiers with guns, and came to the mayor.

The mayor looked at San Diego and them, not the circus performers he met by chance that day, so he frowned at Zheng Fei and said, "Circus boss, what about those people under you?"

Zheng Fei spread his hands and said with a smile: "They are also my subordinates, look at this tall and strong man, he specializes in weightlifting and fighting against hits." ”

"Fight against ......," Santiago said to himself, grinning awkwardly and smiling at the mayor.

The mayor of the town became interested, raised his eyebrows and said: "Resist the attack, I heard that the Oriental people are very good at this, and their artists can smash bricks with their bare hands, and I have never seen it." ”

With that, he turned his gaze to Santiago and said, "Here's one for me to see." ”

Facing the expectant gaze of many soldiers, Santiago scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, feeling the urge to escape.

Embarrassed.

At this time, Zheng Fei coughed lightly, smiled at the mayor, and said unhurriedly: "The best show, of course, should be saved until the prince's birthday, what do you say?"

Probably thinking it made sense, Mayor Nunu took a puff of his cigarette and nodded, "Okay, Sunday at Abraham Manor, you must come." ”

"Okay. Zheng Fei replied.

Under the bridge.

Hitching a ride on the carriage, he headed straight for the infirmary.

Before taking people to the sea to round up Brad, he also ordered a few people to go to the cabin to take care of the unconscious primitives, and after the doctor treated the primitives' wounds, they had people take him to his own hospital to observe his condition at all times.

Walking through the streets of Venice, they finally came to a remote medical center, or more appropriately, secluded.

Next to the medical hall, there is a tavern, which is different from other taverns, it does not allow customers to drink in the store, only sells alcohol, so as not to be made into a miasma in the store, which is enough to see that the owner is a particular person.

Surprisingly, its business is very hot, because the taste of the wine is very different from that of European wine, strong and rushed, and after drinking, it can be spicy from the throat to the stomach, commonly known as burning knives.

That's right, it came from the far East, many years ago, for various reasons, the owner's ancestors came here and opened this tavern, so far no one remembers how many years have passed, only the name "100-year-old shop".

The owner and his family, fluent in Latin and Old Chinese.

Zheng Fei was not attracted by the unique aroma of wine, and went straight into the medical hall, and saw the doctor sitting behind the counter, lowering his eyebrows and reading a book.

The doctor focused on the contents of the book, and when he heard someone enter the room, he didn't lift his eyelids, and habitually said, "Guest, please be seated." ”

"How's my friend?" Zheng Fei stepped forward, looking worried.

Hearing this, the doctor raised his head, hurriedly put down the book, and sighed: "Not optimistic, he has been unconscious all the time, and he has lost too much blood." ”

After a pause, he thought of something, and said curiously: "There is something I have been thinking about for a long time, you say, if you can draw a little blood from other people's bodies and inject it into his body, it will be much better?"

Blood transfusion.

The first recorded blood transfusion in human history was in 1492, that is, a few decades later, Pope III of Rome suffered a stroke and fell into a coma, and the doctor recommended a blood transfusion, but due to the primitive method used, the Pope did not benefit from it and died at the end of the year.

Zheng Fei knows nothing about medical skills except for knowing how to save himself after being injured, but he knows that blood must not be transfused indiscriminately.

Therefore, he shook his head decisively and said, "No." ”

"Why? You can really try, then your friend might wake up!"

The old doctor said urgently, his beard trembling with emotion.

"Let's not talk about this for now, what is his situation now?" Zheng Fei's gaze turned to the ward in the back.

[I didn't eat until 8 o'clock in the evening, and I came late (;′⌒') There are three watches today, and they will be served one after another] (to be continued.) )