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Alien privileges are many.

Even the lowliest aliens have all kinds of benefits in Blue Star.

For example, taking a taxi.

After the discount, the fare they pay is not even enough to cover the cost of the taxi.

And there must be no complaints.

"This is the nearest hospital, sir."

The driver didn't dare to look back, usually he has picked up alien guests, but there are only a few people like this who can take a car to the hospital with a broken arm as if nothing happened.

He didn't dare to say more than half a word, for fear that one of the pronunciations would offend the other party.

"How much?"

He didn't expect the other party to take the initiative and ask the fare in a calm tone.

“30.......”

"30 shouldn't even be enough for gas. After all, it's ...... to get here from the suburbs."

As he spoke, he took out three hundred banknotes from his pocket with the remaining hand and handed them to the driver, and only after the driver took them with both hands did he push the car door and leave.

When the door was closed, it was not very large.

Like a person who knows how to cherish his car.

"Seongnam Hospital, South Branch?"

He looked at the hospital in front of him.

Because the rate of blood loss made it impossible for him to move long distances, he asked the driver to choose the nearest hospital.

Of course, to treat this wound, it is necessary to have a better hospital.

But a better hospital will naturally be more troublesome.

For example, access control.

Although it is a local hospital of the Blue Star people, the level of equipment used has surpassed most public facilities on the planet. Especially compared to the police station, the hospital that can use automated technology to access the hospital is naturally much stronger than the police station that still holds a baton to enforce the law.

However, it is precisely because of this that it is a little troublesome for Mr. Huang at the moment.

Because of the intelligent analysis built into the automated technology access control, there is still a trace of scanning loopholes.

Once it is checked for factors such as bloody violence, it will be automatically locked.

Even if the security guard inside wants to open the door, it will take a while to unlock it.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please bear with me for 10 minutes, 10 minutes will be fine. ”

The security guard never thought that an alien would suddenly come to the hospital for treatment, or the scene of himself holding a broken arm.

The security guard was in a hurry.

Mr. Huang is as calm as ever.

He glanced around and spotted a barbecue stand not far away:

"You open first, I'm a little hungry, go eat something first."

He walked unhurriedly towards the barbecue stand.

It was already one o'clock in the night.

There were almost no people to be seen on the streets.

It was a surprise to meet three people at this barbecue stall and then eat and drink skewers.

One of the girls, still wearing a hospital gown, appeared to be a hospital patient, and next to two people, a ten-year-old child and the other a young man in his early twenties.

The young man's face seemed to be more like a sick person than the girl in the hospital gown.

At the moment, the girl in the hospital gown and the 10-year-old boy are being educated by the young people.

"Is it to give you the flesh to let you out and fool around?"

The two didn't dare to reply, and kept their heads down.

The young man sighed helplessly, and finally saw that the two of them really didn't dare to speak, so he was relieved:

"Forget it, when I don't know!"

They then continued to eat and drink.

I just didn't speak again.

Mr. Huang didn't speak, he found a seat near the side of the road and sat down silently.

The owner of the barbecue stall didn't know if the Batra people were used to their local barbecue, and he didn't dare to introduce anything, but he carefully handed Mr. Huang the menu of the old Baba, which had been used for a long time.

Mr. Huang placed his severed arm on the table.

"Twenty lamb kebabs, ten grilled chicken hearts, plus five kidneys, and a draft beer."

His skillful lines made the stall owner sure that this alien guest was obviously not the first time to eat the stall barbecue.

He nodded, and immediately went to prepare.

Mr. Huang looked at the wound on the severed arm.

It's impossible not to hurt.

However, due to some special reasons, his pain perception ability is much lower than that of ordinary people.

This is not owned by the Batras.

It's a medical accident after accident.

Because it belongs to the pharmaceutical research department, it is inevitable to come into contact with drugs.

Although they have professional guinea pigs to "test the drug", they can also become guinea pigs when necessary or urgent.

In their view, all this is for the progress of science and technology.

They are willing to pay some price for it, including their lives.

Obviously, this is something that the vast majority of Blue Star people can't have.

The stall owner brought the wine first.

"This is our local wine, which is high purity and can relieve pain."

This is also the main reason why Xu Lai and others have been complaining that the local wine is not good.

Because it's more like medical alcohol, it's used to numb the flesh.

After Mr. Huang nodded his head in thanks, he immediately drank a glass of wine, and sure enough, the pain was reduced a little.

He continued to drink.

But the bleeding could not be stopped.

The doors of the hospital have not yet opened.

It's not an option.

And that's when ......

The ten-year-old came over.

There was no curiosity about Mr. Huang's injuries on his face, but he said to Mr. Huang in the same calm tone:

"I've learned a little bit of medicine, if you don't mind, I can help you take a look......"

Mr. Huang did not refuse this blue star boy who spoke politely, and the most important thing was that he was not afraid of himself.

"I'll leave it to you."

Mr. Huang pushed his severed arm to the boy's eyes.

The boy's eyes flashed with curiosity about the distribution of alien blood vessels. After a while, he calmed down, and then told Mr. Huang very seriously: "I dare to guarantee that if you delay for another three minutes, even if your arm can be taken back, you have missed the best time for stitching." ”

This point is the same as that of Mr. Huang, who has been doing research in pharmaceutical institutions for a long time.

Indeed, after three minutes, it is difficult for his arm to recover 100%.

But he didn't expect the ten-year-old boy to see all this, and confidently assured him that he had a solution.

After the little boy, where did the iron skewers that were left over from the meat on their table.

By the way, a small charcoal stove was moved.

After roasting the iron skewers one by one on the coals, he began his suturing operation.

The whole process was calm.

Including the two people at the same table as him, they were not too surprised that the little boy could behave like this. Especially the young man.

As for the barbecue stall owner......

I almost threw up and almost collapsed.

The red-hot iron skewers were bent one by one, and then the severed arms were re-stitched back to the wounds one by one.

The whole journey did not take more than three minutes.

In addition, Mr. Huang carefully examined and found that even with the most advanced and advanced minimally invasive surgical mechanical instruments, he could only achieve the same level of fineness as the little boy's sutures.

"Who the hell are you?"

"It's just a chance encounter, why do you know so much? It's not necessarily good for you. ”

The little boy laughed.

When they finished eating, they paid, and turned away.