Three days after the bloody night in the almshouse, there was no great unification of the power of Zu'an, and none of the alchemy barons who were in charge of a piece of territory sent troops to arrest Mondo alone, nor did they have a clear sign of a formal joint arrest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAfter many temptations, we all know that we can't swallow this good material for research, but at first glance, it seems that the joint research is very good, involving considerations and proportional distribution such as capture manpower, experimental investment, and expected returns, but it is actually not easy to negotiate in a short time.

So let's talk slowly, as for what Mondo will do during this period, no one thinks that the value of an ability is mainly reflected in the attributes of fearless pain, strong vitality, semi-immune control, anti-poison, and great strength, and the destructive power is just equivalent to the neuropathy of the heavy armor mechanical enhancer (S-class) that breaks the formation, and how much movement can be made. Although this neurotic is happy to play cruel doctor games, he instinctively and cunningly only haunts at night, most of the time he only sneaks at a single target to start, and at most he plays twelve or thirteen times and "gets off work" on time, how much turmoil can it cause?

To put it bluntly, no matter which territory Mondo wanders to, the people in the corresponding forces who can participate in this negotiation will not be anxious about the small panic of the people. This is a place of order and chaos in Zu'an, where even the little gangsters can be used to the division and management of various organizations, from top to bottom. The people at the bottom never expect the so-called managers who may be replaced in a few days to save themselves, and they don't knock on a stroke when it is clear that they will not contribute, even if it is good.

Under such circumstances, Mondo fell asleep soundly and ushered in a new night.

When I opened my eyes, it felt like a long time, thought Mondo as he rubbed his tongue. His huge purple tongue hung down like a prisoner who had just been hanged, and Mondo hadn't come to his door for treatment for a long time.

He rolled out of bed, a large wooden box full of sharp knives and rusty nails, brushed his teeth with his favorite toothbrush (nail board), and ate breakfast (a cat). Mondo felt great and full of energy.

Today is a good day to practice medicine.

His first patient was peddling shimmer wine in front of Rank's prosthetic maintenance station. The man limped in circles, shouting at the people who passed by, that the shimmer would make them roll their eyes to the back of their heads, and that they would be starved if they didn't buy a bottle now. What, you didn't look at him with good eyes? Then he will kill you and your whole family, and your whole family.

In response, Mondo pulled out his own medical notebook, on which he often recorded the patient's performance, including medical history and medical orders. The size of the casebook, the yellowed paper, was a result of Mondo's imagination.

The patient showed signs of mania, and Mondo was supposed to write such a note, but at this time he was just scribbling ghost talismans in the air with his fat fingers. He might have made such a judgment if it was suspected of a viral infection of the nervous system through the skull, but his mind was clearly unable to process such a large amount of information.

"Mondoji has the best head and face." He muttered to himself......

Ranke was about to put away his shimmering wine and go to bed. He needed a new pair of shoes, which were now blistering his feet. After a busy day, he should have earned a pair of soft and comfortable gray eel leather shoes, right?

Ranke was thinking when a huge purple monster jumped out of the shadows and shouted, "Your blood sample is here in Mondo!" ”

It was mostly a mild illness, so Mondo did little to deal with his first patient (just a few arms and legs) before heading for Dream Mall. It was a market specializing in clockwork toys, and although most of the shops were closed, Mondo still found a man walking alone at night, staggering down the street.

This Zuan guy is humming a little song about a young Zuan guy who falls in love with a beautiful Picheng girl. He seems to have memorized only a handful of lyrics, such as "Big Eyes" and "Give It to Her". He carried an empty wine bottle in one hand and looked like he hadn't showered in months.

The question is, is he suffering from the same disease as the Shimmer liquor dealer? Is it viral? Is there an imminent outbreak of epidemics? Mondo had to hurry.

Apparently the person needed medical attention.

"Eat two slices at a time, and come back to Mondo in the morning!" The purple monster said as he threw the cleaver at the drunkard's back.

……

Mondo came to the Zu'an Digou district, and if there is indeed a spread of the virus, then this is likely to be the source of infection, and the initial cases must be around here. If the first patient to suffer from this mysterious contagion can be cured, then Mondo will be able to heal the rest of Zaun.

But how can Mondo find a particular patient in a well-connected gutter area? How could he isolate, control, and heal these suffering Zuan? What is he going to do......

Mondo heard movement. Footsteps, rhythmic metal crashes.

He followed the sound cautiously - he didn't want to scare the sick away and cause the infection to spread. Subsequently, he found his purpose.

A little boy, no more than fifteen years old, with shiny white hair, and something resembling an iron sword in his hand. He has hourglass-shaped facial lines on his face, maybe some kind of warning? Warning not to approach him in any situation?

Mondo knew he had found it. Initial case.

It will be a very complex operation that will require skill, preparation, a sharp eye and-

"It might hurt a little!" The monster jumped out with a scream, his massive purple body soaring into the air, a huge cleaver in his hand, tongue swaying in the air.

The boy was taken aback, but by no means helpless. Anyone who dares to wander the gutter knows that there is always a need to face sudden trouble, and there is only a moment of time to prepare, but for this child, there is time to prepare.

To be precise, he only has time......

Needless to say, this is a troublesome patient.

He refused to answer Mondo's questions about his medical history, and again and again dodged the medicine that Mondo had fed him. He repeats his actions over and over again (possibly because of physical amnesia?). ), and without any respect for the authority of Dr. Mondo.

The two of them had been arguing about the condition for a long time, and it felt like hours had passed, and Mondo thought that he had explained the benefits of the treatment, but the child kept avoiding Mondo's treatment.

The prolonged argument began to tire Mondo, and he patiently tried to heal one last time, using the precision of a dueling swordsman in Demacia and wielding his scalpel. His mind echoed his healer's oath - "Mondo heals all diseases, Mondo does great medicine!" ”。 His desire to heal the child made him determined.

He slammed it with all his might.

The treatment was successful.

But then, somehow, the effectiveness of the treatment regressed...... No matter how successful Mondo's last treatment was, the effects always suddenly returned to square one. Mondo was completely confused, and the boy ran away in a hurry, completely ineffective.

Mondo screamed in frustration.

"Why don't you let Mondo save everyone!" He shouted to the sky......

Not every operation will be successful, and Mondo humbly accepts this. But Mondo tries to see the positives in himself, and apart from the last patient he encounters, there are so many patients that Mondo has helped that he can't mention. He's done a lot of work today, it's time to rest.

The sun rose, and Mondo returned home and retreated into the bed. Who knows what surprises tomorrow will bring? New patients are waiting for him to rescue, and new diseases are waiting for him to stop.

The doctor's mission is endless.