I waved my hand to him too.

He ran back to his father, his heavy boots beating rhythmically on the gravel floor. The gearbox and gear set inside the screaming elevator clapped and sang faintly. The beetle beetle snapped into the pincers to the rhythm and disappeared into the trench.

Read the biography of the steam robot

The complete collapse of spirit and cognition, the insatiable desire to kill, and the purple and black skin all over the body, this is the Doctor Mondo, and this is the reason why the Zuan people dare not go out in the dark night. The only thing this simple-minded horror weirdo seems to care about is pain—not just inflicting pain, but also accepting it. Armed with a giant cleaver and a light lifter, he has gained notoriety for capturing and torturing dozens of Zaun residents, and he has called his actions "surgery" without any real purpose. He was ruthless and ruthless. He's haunted. He can go wherever he wants. Also, to be precise, he is not a doctor.

There are many theories about the origins of this purple pi zu man. Some say that when they first saw him, he was a baby, crawling through the market of Piltover, and the stench frightened the nobles. It is also said that he was born in Zaun and spent the years following his birth calling the sewers as his home and feeding on gutter rats. But one thing is certain: when he was about three years old, he came to the Zuan Irreparable Trauma Orphanage.

None of the other patients in the almshouse were afraid to approach Mondo, but the staff of the almshouse saw the boy as a source of bizarre fantasies. They don't see Mondo as a child to be guided and raised, but as a patient, as a creature to be studied. Why is he purple-skinned? What kind of person can give birth to such a huge baby alive?

Less than a year after he arrived at the almshouse, the doctors realized that the strange color of his skin would never change. When Mondo was four years old, they stumbled upon a brute force he had never seen before, as he accidentally crushed the trachea of a caregiver because he didn't get his favorite candy (toenails). When Mondo was six years old, they discovered that he had something to do with pain...... Not an ordinary relationship, to put it mildly.

To be specific, Mondo doesn't seem to be averse to pain. And he will take the initiative to ask for his own hardships. If no one is watching, he will stick a sharp object into his shoulder. If he were placed near another patient, at least one of them would scream in pain within a few minutes.

Soon, the staff of the almshouse were no longer satisfied with just observing Mondo. They decided that the time was ripe for experimentation. No one knows whether they are motivated by curiosity about medical knowledge, a desire for scientific breakthroughs, or simply to relieve boredom. Whatever their motives, the doctors undoubtedly worked hard to unravel the secret of the purple mystery in front of them.

Over the next few years, they tested his tolerance for pain. They stuck steel needles between his fingernails, causing him to giggle. They pressed the hot iron to his feet, and he fell asleep. Soon, the curiosity about the science turned into utter frustration: they couldn't get Mondo to react negatively to the pain, and they couldn't understand why it was the case. What made them even more helpless was that no matter what damage they did to him, he would heal himself after a few hours.

Throughout his teenage years, Mondo remained in isolation, and torture was commonplace.

He had never felt so happy.

He began to look to doctors as objects of worship. Pain is a passion in Mondo's life, and it is also the lifelong work of these doctors: year after year, they try increasingly unorthodox ways to break through Mondo's pain threshold, such as dripping thick acid on his feet and putting carnivorous maggots on his face.

The doctors at the almshouse found that the purple-skinned boy no longer called himself "Mondow" but instead called himself "Doctor Mondo", which they thought was quite amusing at first.

He stole a syringe from an adult and used it to extract the juice from the cave berries for breakfast, mixing it with an unknown liquid from his own night pot. He shouted happily, "Mondo dispensing!" and plunged the tube into his forehead.

It didn't take long, though, for Mondo to get tired of experimenting with himself.

His subsequent actions have led many to speculate about his motives. Some believe that he is taking revenge on the almshouse employees who have tormented him for years, while others think that he is just a psychopathic monster without any moral judgment.

The truth is not that complicated: Mondo decided that it was time to put his research into practice.

That night, Mondo slipped into the kitchen. There he found a huge cleaver. He picked up the "medical" knife and carried out "surgery" on each "patient" room after room. He has no logical idea of his "cure" methods, and is just playing in the way he usually finds most interesting.

At dawn, everyone in the almshouse was "cured", except for Mondo himself.

He took off a white coat from the body of his sword and put it on himself, and his strong muscles broke the white coat. Mondo has finally achieved his dream. He became a doctor, and as a newcomer to his long-standing profession, he decided to share his medical skills with the world. His mission is just beginning now.

He broke through the door of the almshouse and walked through the steps he had first been sent to. Mondo walked into the streets of Zaun, smiling and lively.

The doctor came.

It's been a long time, thought to Mondo as he rubbed his tongue, his huge purple tongue hanging around his mouth 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 was limping around 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 if they didn't buy a bottle right now, they would be starved, what, if you didn't look at him with good eyes? Then he would kill you and your whole family, and your whole family.

Mondo pulled out his case book, on which he often recorded the patient's performance, including medical history and chief complaint. 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.