"Oh my God!"

Numerous witch doctors followed.

When they walked into the room, no matter how mentally prepared they were, everyone was still shocked by the scene in front of them that was like an alien hell.

I saw a stout tree rising from the hospital bed, and a man was waist thick.

The rugged branches and leaves show their posture unscrupulously.

It's like a rainforest in front of you.

Except for the fact that these branches and leaves are covered with various tissues of the human body, as well as sarcomas and hard horns, everything is so harmonious.

"Gross!"

Finally, the witch doctors who saw this scene, even if they were doctors who often dealt with injuries, couldn't help but vomit directly.

Bill, who had been digging the grave for many years, couldn't hold back the churning in his stomach and retched.

The only one present who still did not change his face was the great magician Merlin.

He stretched out his staff and tapped the ground lightly as if nothing had happened, and in the next second, all the plants in the room turned into petals, including the flesh.

The pink petals rose like a cold wind, captivating most of the eyes.

Then, their spirits were calmed down for a moment.

Wilma Lawton looked blankly at the room covered in flowers, the patient buried in bright red—he was no longer visible, and he could only be roughly judged from the outline of the bed.

"The land of flesh and blood is no longer able to plant a soul, and his body will turn into petals, so all we can do is hope that he will rest in peace."

Merlin whispered, his left hand slightly open.

A pink bud slowly opened, it had a dark blue glowing stamen, and the petals were large, like lotus flowers.

The flowers floated slowly, eventually rising above the hospital bed.

In an instant, the blue stamens of the flowers pulled out of the mist, and the blue light mist entangled in the air, finally forming a painting.

That's a person.

A man who is about to walk into some kind of veil.

Suddenly, the person in the painting, as if sensing something, suddenly turned around, revealing an extremely young face.

Coincidentally, outside the door, a young trainee therapist also walked in.

She was caught by the petals floating out of the room, and came over to see what was going on.

As a trainee therapist, she was at the lowest level in the hospital.

A Wizarding Therapist intern is a general wizard who has been taught by the school system, well-mm-it sounds like a good idea, but the meaning of this sentence is that such a person only has a superficial foundation, and she needs to be trained in a magical hospital for several years, and has a wide range of knowledge related to magical medicine and magical injuries.

He then entered a permanent department and continued his studies for several years with a witch doctor who was at least the head of the department before he was officially given the title of healer, known in Egypt as a witch doctor.

It takes at least six years to graduate from a magic school and become an independent medical practitioner.

And this year happens to be the sixth year of this young trainee therapist.

In September, she will be able to become a real healer.

Ms. Wilma Lawton, the head of the Office of the Magical Disabled Section, will not allow a new person to come here.

And the moment she stepped into the hospital room and looked inside.

collided with the look back of an illusory shadow.

She froze.

The eyes were glazed, and the gray eyes were full of disbelief.

Then her cheeks twitched uncontrollably, her lips twitched, her eyebrows pressed together, and in an instant, her eyes, which had been tired for weeks, became clear, and hot tears were squeezed out of the tear ducts and poured into their sockets.

"N-no-no." The witch screamed. Desperate, he rushed over, his hands raised high, trying to grasp the ethereal illusion.

"Minnie, Minnie! Oh! My sister! ”

But the witch named Minnie just looked at her reluctantly, then turned and drifted away.

"N-no."

She threw herself into the air, tears running down her temples, and she fell to the edge of the window, looking at the withered flowers, and weeping aloud.

The trembling body is like a fallen leaf trembling in the cold wind.

The cry is like a torn heart, painful and desperate. Every note is filled with grief and makes people's hearts cut like knives.

No one could bear to listen to the heart-rending cry and remain indifferent, and everyone withdrew from the house, leaving the poor man alone in his room.

"Just now, is that a blooming spirit flower?"

Get out of the room. Bill spoke with a heavy face.

"Huh? Do you recognize? Merlin looked at him in surprise.

"There was a Ming wizard in the previous archaeological excavation team. You should know that Egypt is very rich in myths about life and death, which affects the overall design of the dungeon, according to some kind of rule. We've sat down and talked about it. ”

Bill showed a nostalgic face, "Legend has it that the blooming spirit flower is the moment when the soul looks back, and the deceased soul will return to the world when the blooming spirit flower blooms. ”

"I didn't expect the legend to be true."

"Because it's real, it's gone." Merlin said gently, "Even if it doesn't have any effect, just seeing the deceased again will make this amazing plant go extinct." ”

At this time, a therapist had already walked into the next room, and then there was an argument inside.

"Oh my God! Stop! ”

"Stop, stop!"

Then, like an inflated balloon, a figure was thumped out of the room.

The vines in the room bared their teeth and claws, and even crawled out of the room and into the hallway.

The wizard had just been knocked out by the suddenly swollen vines.

"Hey—it's all your fault—I could have succeeded, but you broke in and interrupted, and you were responsible for his death!" In the room, Owen's soft voice immediately rang out, he took the moral high ground at the speed of light, and then pointed at the intruding healer.

"Enough!" The therapist staggered to his feet and stared angrily at Owen who crawled out from under the hospital bed in the room, "Get out of here!" He growled.

And Owen, he responded with a louder roar, "Get out of here!! Why are you yelling so loudly! ”

After that, the people outside saw a four or five-year-old boy with long neck-length hair and a delicate face like a doll? Walked out with a bench.

After glaring at the therapist viciously, he hurried to the next ward.

"You!"

"Stop!"

All of a sudden, the anger on the healer's face was even greater.

It's like someone is dousing a bucket of gasoline on a fire.

The flames burned, even distorting her face.

Unfortunately, Owen didn't give her a chance this time, and the moment he entered the ward, he waved his wand and set several protective spells on the door.

It's easy to block people out of the door.

"Open the door!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door!"

The therapist outside the door shouted, and then—without waiting a moment—the door actually opened.

Owen came out with a bench, and behind him was the corpse of a son of bad omen.

The person in the hospital bed has changed.

"Don't look at me." Owen said stubbornly, "That guy - um- Hades told him to die in the third watch, and he went in the second watch, focusing on not embarrassing the leader." ”

He looked at Merlin, his eyes glinting with an innocent light.

"Oh—it's okay." Merlin chuckled, "You go on." ”

He walked slowly into the vine-filled hospital room, and then turned everything into petals.

However, this time, Mei Da edited and did not send out a blooming spirit flower.

Because there are no relatives of this patient around.

This time, no one was stopping Owen anymore.

At some point, the therapists in the entire area stood stunned as if they had pressed the pause button.

Sink into a deep hallucination.

Everyone didn't realize that when the vines turned into petals in the second ward and floated out to cover their eyes, the next second, the world in their eyes had changed.

Owen - didn't notice that, he was indulging in the pleasure of climbing proficiency.

Contrary to Merlin's suspicions, at the third patient, he had figured out the trick to extract the mutant energy from the wizard's body and transform it into something else, such as a green meadow.

However, this was not skilled, and it failed a few times after that. As soon as he stepped out of the tenth patient's room, he had mastered this technique of a deeper application of ancient magical fundamentalism.

And less than ten minutes have passed.

"I'm a genius!" Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed.

Guiding the mutation ability in other people's bodies is not an easy task, and it must be careful at all times, which is very draining.

With his current energy, ten people is the limit, and if he continues, there may be casualties caused by his own mistakes.

"It's good to take a break." Merlin returned from the quarantine area next door.

There are the evil omen who have changed.

They are being held in hospitals in the hope of restoring their humanity and in the hope of conducting magical research.

"Let them all fall asleep." Making eye contact with Owen, Merlin said calmly.

"Very good." Owen replied weakly, leaning the bench against the wall, and then leaning on it.

"It's all about suffering, so let's hope they can have a good dream." He said.

"It's going to be a good dream." Merlin reached out again and rubbed Owen's head, the long silver hair running through his pale, somewhat horrible fingers, and suddenly he felt a little distressed. Not for the bad omens, but for the people in front of you.

"I really hope that your story will be passed on and we will see each other again in the distant future."

"Huh-"

"I think so, I can't see it." Owen gave him a blank look and said, he was powerless to stop Merlin's presumptuous hands, touch it, and still be bald, "Sooner or later, you vulgar editor will be caught by the outer gods, and then beaten into a pig's head, cut - how can you stand by the river without getting your shoes wet, isn't it?" ”

"Well—that's a pretty good ending." Merlin was still smiling, as if there was no other expression on his face. "Allah—I suddenly remembered Arthur's stupidity."

"Oh!" Owen suddenly became interested, "Tell me about it, tell me about your love story, I can't wait." ”

"Hehe- that guy is just like you." Merlin lowered his head and looked at Owen, "Say, O king! To be sensible, to be informal, and to be cold to people, but in fact, I love that land more than anyone else in my heart. Loving the people of that land. ”

"Don't—buddy, I'm French." Owen muttered, "If your Britain sinks one day, I'll clap my hands and praise and scold you to death." ”

"Huh." He continued to rub the boy's hair, but he had already seen the end of the story in his eyes.

Under that clear sky with a clear blue sky.

It's business as usual.

"Hey, hey—how long are you going to keep them in a daze." At this time, Owen finally noticed the abnormality of the therapists.

Without guessing, he knew that it must be the ghost of the archmage next to him.

"Oh—forgot." With that, Mei Da's cane gently tapped the ground, after an invisible fluctuation.

It was as if time had passed around me again.

The therapists' misty eyes cleared again.

However, they didn't seem to realize that they were being cursed, and went about their own thing.

The therapist who roared Owen, after seeing Owen obediently sitting by the wall, gasping for breath, didn't care about him anymore, but hurriedly went to other places.

Wilma Lawton Witch Doctor also cast her eyes on, she herself had a great opinion of Merlin, she probably guessed that Owen was extraordinary, he was definitely not a four or five-year-old wizard, maybe because of some kind of magic curse and his body would never grow or something, but even if Owen was an adult wizard, she still had some resentment.

An immature treatment should be more conservative, starting with a simple patient, starting partially, even if it is only half of the curse at a time, and then the most important thing is to accumulate experience.

Rather than coming up and conducting human experiments.

These dead people, although they are terminally ill, may not be able to be saved even if they are cured, but even so, as a healer, we should respect them and respect life.

Yes - the magic level of these two strange wizards is probably rare in the world, and even comparable to legendary wizards such as Mr. Dumbledore, even if the overall strength is slightly lacking, but only in healing magic, they can definitely compete.

In a wizarding world where the underlying code was still dominated by the strong, Wilma Lawton was admirable, but they did not have the noble character of Mr. Dumbledore.

They—especially the mysterious young wizard with silver-pink hair.

Not as good as Dumbledore, far worse.

Wilma Lawton left, whispering a few words to the therapist behind her, and then strode to the other wards.

The therapist who received her instructions stepped forward without smiling and said to them, "If you two are tired, you can go to the rest area on the first floor and rest for a while."

You have the means to save these patients, and in a moment Director Wilma Lawton will be on the first floor to talk to you, and please don't leave the hospital during this time. ”

"What? You still want to put us under house arrest? Owen raised an eyebrow and asked disdainfully.

"No—no, of course not." The female therapist Pi continued to smile and wave her hand again and again, and spoke English with a strange accent, which really made Owen, the eternal enemy of the old London Zhengmi flag, the old Parisian chess, uncomfortable.

It's like having ice cubes in your mouth, reluctant to spit it out, and can't bear to swallow it.

"The Hospital for the Magical Disabled in Ikul is willing to pay you both a large sum if you are willing to help us treat the sick." The healer continued, "The nations are now helpless against this curse, and with your two of you's future achievements, it is a sure thing to get a Merlin Medal of the First Degree. The International Confederation of Wizards will present the award to both of you in person. ”

"Roar! Merlin Medal yes! Owen elbowed the editor next to him.

"What do you think?"

"Me?" Merlin shook his head, "Do you want it?" I'll give you one personally? ”

"Uh-Merlin himself gave me the Merlin Medal, stained--Listen, obediently, there is always a sense of a dead man crawling out of the grave. You might as well lie back. Owen said disgustedly, "And I already have a Merlin Medal of the Second Degree, so I don't need a second." ”

"Oh! By the way, before you get confused and suddenly disappear, get me some autographed photos, wow--the autographed photos signed by Merlin himself must be particularly valuable, let alone sell it for hundreds of Galleons, hehe-don't say buddy, the main thing is that this thing is sold in limited quantities, and there hasn't been one for more than a thousand years. ”

Jin Garon's eyes lit up once again as Owen, who gradually occupied the high ground of his brain.

He said to the therapist, "Don't worry, we won't leave, we won't make money if we have money!" When the time comes, we can talk about how much you are willing to pay for each person saved, but the ugly thing is that in front, my own appearance fee is very high, less than two hundred Galleons, I will turn around and leave! ”

"Of course, it will definitely give you a satisfactory number." The female therapist smiled, and walked away quickly, as if hiding from some plague.

These two wizards are indeed very powerful.

It's just that I don't know very well.

Merlin, hehe- did they think that Merlin was reincarnated himself?

It's ridiculous.

Seeing that the little witch was in a hurry, Owen naturally guessed something.

But so be it!

He didn't have time to explain to someone once he saw someone.

And on the other side, Bill Weasley. After going through so much, when his solemn gaze fell on Editor Meida, an absurd idea couldn't help but pop up in his heart.

Could it be that the young wizard in front of him, with a waterfall of silver pink, dressed in a quaint white robe, adorned with all sorts of strange ornaments, and petal-shaped earrings, could it be that he really was Merlin?

Legend has it that Merlin was the child of nightmares.

With infinite magic and lifespan, I know that he has lived for more than a thousand years.

If you're not dead now, that's reasonable.

Is it—is it!

"Sir!" He stepped forward and came to Merlin's side, staring at him solemnly.

"You, are you really Merlin?"

(End of chapter)