Under Zhang Luo's curious gaze, the tall and thin man in a white coat put his skinny hands into the patient's body, held the other party's lumbar spine and pressed it hard, making a "click" sound.

Repairing the problems in the patient's body in a savage way, the doctor, wearing a white hood and a mask, turned his head to look at Zhang Luo, narrowed his bloodshot red eyes, and stretched out his unusually slender right hand to Zhang Luo, which could not belong to a human being:

"Give me the heart."

Seeing that the other party was about to stitch up the patient's body, Zhang Luo handed the heart that had begun to cool in his hand to the doctor, and stood aside and stared intently at the doctor's actions, not wanting to miss a detail.

- There is no doubt that the middle-aged woman whose internal organs have been removed is now completely dead, what kind of means does this doctor have to use to revive the patient?

When Zhang Luo was curious, he saw that the doctor stuffed the heart back into the chest cavity, and then stuffed the other internal organs that were taken out into it, and immediately began to suture it without even checking it.

"Wait a minute, the heart is reversed." Seeing that the doctor was about to start stitching, Zhang Luo immediately reminded him.

"It doesn't matter." The doctor shook his head nonchalantly, stitched up the wound with great speed, and then pressed his bone-like right hand to the patient's chest, and an eerie purple light suddenly lit up in his hand.

After completing the preparations, the doctor began to chant words, and prayed strangely in a language that Zhang Luo did not understand, and the purple light in his hands became more and more dazzling. When the brightness of the light had reached a level that was almost unbearable for the human eye, forcing Zhang Luo to close his eyes, his prayers stopped.

"Get up." The doctor said.

Middle-aged woman lying on a bloodied hospital bed. As if hearing his call, he suddenly opened his eyes. Oddly enough. The stitched scar on her body was gone, as if she hadn't been operated on at all.

"Uh......"

I saw a man standing next to him. The middle-aged woman, who was a little fat, blushed, sat up busily, grabbed the clothes next to the hospital bed and put them on her body, then twisted her waist, her eyes lit up with joy, and immediately thanked the doctor:

"It really doesn't hurt anymore, thank you doctor!"

"It's okay, remember not to sit for a long time lately." The bloodied doctor reminded the woman to leave the bloodied hut, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Luo, who was still standing aside. "What are you doing here?" ”

Still recalling the strange treatment just now, Zhang Luo did not immediately explain his intention, but asked curiously: "That was the Voodoo Sect's cure just now?" ”

- A primitive faith from Africa: Voodoo. Due to the relationship that has been scandalized by the West for a long time, it is considered by many to be an evil forbidden sect, and spells such as cursed dolls of voodoo have also become frequent guests in many horror-themed works.

But Zhang Luo, who has studied this aspect, knows that voodoo can be used not only to curse, but also to heal or bring good luck to people. And the language that the doctor just spoke. It seems to have a subtle resemblance to the voodoo mantra I tried to recite when I was researching.

Because of this, he guessed that the other party was using a Voodoo cure. And the doctor's next answer. also immediately confirmed his suspicions:

"You know a lot." The doctor raised his pale eyebrows, did not take off his mask to show his face, but asked again: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

"I have a stubborn plague in me." Zhang Luo patted his chest. Said seriously: "If you can, please help me deal with it." Please. ”

Hearing this, the doctor laughed: "If you want me to heal the disease, you will have to pay a price." And there must be an introducer, who asked you to come? ”

"It's the thing." Zhang Luo took out the videotape from his pocket and threw it on the bloody hospital bed.

Seeing his actions, the doctor in the white coat frowned again: "Do you need a craniotomy?" ”

Before the words fell, the videotape on the hospital bed suddenly writhed, and the usual strange voice sounded: "Old man, it's me!" ”

“……”

When this voice sounded, the doctor, who had a cold look, was suddenly stunned, his body began to tremble slightly, and he asked slowly, "Is it you?" ”

"That's right, it's me!" The sound of the tape also seemed to be a little agitated.

"Wait a minute, can you explain who this tape is?" Zhang Luo asked helplessly.

But the two "old friends" who seemed to be reunited after a long absence, but they didn't pay attention to him, just continued to "look at each other", and fell into silence at the same time, and then-

"Bell!"

Without warning, the doctor suddenly grabbed a pair of pliers from the iron plate next to him and smashed them at the position where the videotape was just now, and the force was so great that it smashed the sturdy metal hospital bed into a dent!

But his blow didn't hit, because of the quick-moving videotape, he had already hid on the other side of the hospital bed at this time.

"Don't be so rude, save me some face, buddy......" muttered the tape.

"Who's your buddy? Bastard stuff. ”

The doctor smashed it down again, and the possessed person, who was originally hiding in the videotape, suddenly manipulated the hospital bed to rise into the air, slammed the door and rushed out of the room, flying into the snowy taiga, leaving only one sentence: "I'll be back when you calm down!" ”

"Miscellaneous ......" the doctor scolded, then looked back at Zhang Luo and asked, "This is your introducer?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Luo took out Pandora as he spoke, staring at the doctor in front of him vigilantly.

- I thought that the possessed doctor was a good friend, but when I met, I found out that they were actually enemies, and Zhang Luo knew that in the case of that fool running away, the possibility of the doctor being angry with him was obviously much higher.

To his surprise, the doctor didn't do anything to himself, just closed the door and sighed, and said, "Okay, it's to drive out the plague, right?" If the price you give is reasonable, I will help you take a look. ”

"Aren't you mad that I brought that thing here?" Zhang Luo asked a question of death.

"That bastard did owe me money and stole some of my medicine, but he helped me." The doctor shook his head.

"May I take the liberty of asking, what is that guy's identity?" Zhang Luo asked again.

"I don't know the specifics, he never said that the bastard was still humanoid when he came last time, and he looked okay, but his hairline was a little higher." The doctor pointed to the bloodstained wooden wall next to it: "Stand here and let me see." ”

Zhang Luo, who was still holding the pitch-black suitcase, stood in the position pointed by the doctor and leaned against the wall. I saw that the doctor's eyes suddenly lit up with a light yellow light, as if he had stuffed an electric light bulb in his head.

After observing it with that strange gaze for a few seconds, the doctor nodded and said in a deep voice, "I see, it's the 'Plague Knight', right?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Luo immediately nodded and asked, "Is there any way?" ”

"There is a way, but I am afraid you can't afford the payment I need." The doctor said. (To be continued.) )