Every Friday to Sunday, Lan Yuan would sit at the corner of the street, trying to cure the ailments of those who had no money. The worst is that it can also allow them to have a little time of their own in the last days of their lives, and they can not have so much pain.

Sitting in a small shady shed, the servant on the side hurriedly wiped a lot of sweat from Lan Yuan's forehead, not only that, but the servant also gently opened a small box, moved the knife and the bed board to the shade, and at the same time, Lan Yuan's homemade anesthetic. You know, the doctors in the crow mask don't like this kind of thing.

At most, they use a wooden stick to beat you into shock, and then they will put their hands on you.

That's right, it's such a doctor, but there are still people who will like it, and I don't know why......

Looking at the black masks of others, the chainsaw in his hand and the big weird shape of the "scalpel" in his hand, is there no fear in his heart?

Probably there is, but, after all, it's a doctor.

Well, after all, it's a doctor, maybe when they treated you, there was a tableware with private goods, and no one can blame it. In this city, every day, thousands of people die.

Who knows? This city is already terminally ill, and this does not mean that the king of the city, or the replacement of the chief executive of each sub-district, can cure the disease.

But Lan Yuan still sat at the crossroads, watching the people coming and going.

In fact, the current Lan Yuan has a trace of dislike in his heart.

Honestly, this city, is there anything else...... What can be cured? Those poor people, if they don't come here to see a doctor, does it mean that no one here is sick? It can't be like this, and besides, Lan Yuan, in this city, in the royal city, is more or less famous.

So, what will happen to those who don't come? They will probably be thrown away, thrown into the river of sewage from the new factories, and down the river until it flows into the outfall, into the sea, and then slowly to the edge of the world......

Probably, at that time, his relatives were no longer in the world, and he, that is, a homeless person. Yes, I am homeless, I don't know where to go, my soul is sucked into the top of the sky, and one of the two "holy gates" represents the door that enters, maybe one day, it will also come out, or it may become the soul of the gods.

Who knows.

Looking at the empty streets, Lan Yuan was a little bored.

"Let's go, you go back first, I'm going to go out on the street alone, see our city...... How many more people will not even be able to walk to our 'clinic'......"

Sighing, Lan Yuan walked up to the street, saw the advertisements shown in the "mirror play" in the grand theater on both sides of the street, and saw the greedy scavengers in the small restaurants, and two or three homeless people squatting at the intersection with nothing to do. You know, these people, they don't have the right to live in the house. In the royal city, if there is no pure imperial blood, or there are not enough assets, how can there be a small place to live?

Here, in the eyes of adventurers, is a much more exciting and attractive place than the Epic Basin or the Red Mine Valley.

The streets and alleys of the city emitted the stench of decay, and there were a few stray cats and dogs walking around, and the gray sky seemed to be much more appropriate at this time, and then looking at this somewhat empty street corner, there was a teenager, which aroused Lan Yuan's interest.

Walking into a small alley, Lan Yuan, as a polite man, would not dislike this place because of a little smell. One place, there will be some stench places.

A stray cat, screaming, quickly sprinted past Lan Yuan's side, bursting out with agility that even sprinters could hardly match.

And a teenager in the back sighed when he saw this. The eye sockets are a little sunken, the eyeballs are covered with bloodshots, and a few few eyelashes are put together with each other, and at this time, this young man has just a tattered linen cloth, and even some insects are not willing to patronize here, that is, this linen cloth is clean in some aspects, and there is no deterioration and decay, otherwise, maybe this young man will be reduced to a stool talk.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Approaching the boy slightly, Lan Yuan squatted down and bent down.

There was a foul smell on the boy's body, like stinky fish and rotten shrimp in some moldy vegetable market.

Feeling the smell on his face, Lan Yuan twitched his nose slightly, but it was this small movement that attracted the attention of the young man.

"Old ...... Sir, that's not right...... First of all, sir, please stay away from me, I ...... It doesn't smell good. The boy did not dare to raise his head, hid his face under the sackcloth, and then, timidly, his voice trembled, and said softly.

Lan Yuan shook his head and said, "It's okay...... This is just a normal reaction to my victory, and in my heart, there will be no prejudice against such a lovely child as you.

Seeing that the young man's body was constantly trembling, and his eyes were dark, it looked like he hadn't slept well for a long time, and he hadn't eaten a good meal, Lan Yuan felt a little unbearable in his heart.

"Or ...... You can go home with me......" As he spoke, Lan Yuan stretched out his hand and probed the young man's forehead with the back of his hand, and then, the back of his slender hand retracted suddenly, and then said, "Why is it so hot...... Well, hurry up and come to my house. ”

Saying that, without saying anything, Lan Yuan grabbed the young man's black hand, and his own hand was also stained with a lot of black dust, and he felt the young man's immature hand, it was so ...... Dry and thin, Lan Yuan's heart was a little unbearable.

"Sir...... Don't, I'm ......" He stumbled a little while walking, and the young man refused repeatedly, but he was malnourished, and he still couldn't break free from Lan Yuan's hands.

His face was slightly red, and the young man looked at Lan Yuan in front of him, a little embarrassed......

"Sir...... My parents, maybe, came back to pick me up, and they promised me that once they came out of the casino and paid off their debts, they would come to me and take me back to our home, and at that time, we would also have families, so that I, too, could really live a normal life like those children......"

The boy seemed very shy, but also nervous, and at once, he said a lot.

"You...... How old are you?"

"Sixteen years old...... ...... gentleman" replied timidly, the boy a little worried. I don't know where I'm going to go, I don't know what future I'm going to have.

Perhaps, it will be sold to the home of some dignitary? Or what......

Or, is it a strange big factory where child labor is done? But it doesn't seem impossible.

However, when he arrived at a golden gate, the boy was a little surprised.

The gentleman next to him would do things in such a luxurious place?

It is highly probable that this is a good old man, perhaps, he wants to make himself his son? The young man's mind was full of thoughts, however, at this moment, just as the door was opened, a voice came out: "Lord Earl is so ......"

Several soldiers on the side shouted in unison. They are all the most loyal soldiers, and they come from Lan Yuan's fiefdom, so in the entire city, there are only two hundred people, who are the most trustworthy, because their homes are all in Lan Yuan's hands, so they don't dare to have two hearts at all.

What's more, these people are still thousands of selected pro-soldiers, in other words...... These people are all the power in Lan Yuan's hands now.

The young man, who was still quiet in his fantasy, was suddenly awakened by this loud shout in unison, and looked aside, as if there was no master in and out......

So......

Looking at the gentleman beside him, the young man's pupils widened slightly, and he looked at Lan Yuan on the side, and the shock in his heart had reached the point of no return.

Lan Yuan pulled the young man and walked slowly into the mansion, whether it was a domestic servant or a soldier, even if he looked at the dirty young man on his body, he didn't dare to show a little contempt, a little contempt, a little disgust on his face.

Perhaps, this young man is Lord Lan Yuan, the illegitimate son of the outside.

With the young man, he slowly entered the room, Lan Yuan sat on an armchair carved with beautiful patterns, and beckoned a servant.

"Take him, go take a bath, remember, wash a little clean, and then dry it, he's got a little plague on him, be careful. ”

Saying softly, Lan Yuan knew that this "plague" would not be contagious, and even if it was infected, it would not be very serious. Boy, it's just a little frozen, and nothing will happen......

Picking up a book with a cyan cover on the table alone, Lan Yuan slowly opened it, on it, was a bard, who had a lot of understanding of medicine, and Lan Yuan learned a lot from it. For example, on the edge of the empire, there are many people who have been killed and injured because of a few rats, and even those tall barbarians cannot resist the invasion of this disease at all.

There is another strange saying...... Saying that it is flowing Mithril can make people stupid, and ...... It's going to die very early.

In the hands of this bard, the words are elegantly written with the strokes of a psalm.

Then, it was presented in front of Lan Yuan.

After a while, Lan Yuan closed the book in his hand, and seeing that the time was almost up, he called a slave to go to the doctor to ask for some medicine.

Then, the servant on the side walked slowly with the previous "boy".