Gulf borrowed the arrow, which had gone wrong. In fact, compared to delving into the stages of Qi Lang's combat ability, he was more interested in how the arrows he shot could also turn a big bend in mid-air.

Of course, Qi Lang did not doubt Gurf's sincerity in making friends with him, although he was embarrassed to say that under normal circumstances, he tried not to let others see that the two of them were on good terms. However, he had promised to find a safer place by the Etri River every day and teach Qi Lang some archery skills.

Qi Lang was already very satisfied with this. He had no hope for that, for he knew his unique identity—a yellow race, and a former slave! Those proud white lads alone were enough to keep him out of the circle forever. In fact, from the rejection that Ou Wu received in secret, Qi Lang clearly saw the situation that foreign races should have, not to mention that Ao Wu's strength is really not small, and he is not a slave.

Thinking of Ouwu, Qi Lang felt that he didn't actually have much resentment towards him. He's simpler-minded and not very good at controlling his emotions, just as he's not good at controlling his powers. He just wanted to prove himself, he wanted to be accepted by the group, so he went the extra mile to show himself, and when everything started to get out of hand, he just reacted directly to the environment. However, Qi Lang really hopes that Owu's punches can be a little lighter, because it is difficult for him to even show the correct facial expression now.

The first two days of the Holy King's Sacrifice passed like this, and when Qi Lang woke up on the morning of the third day, he still didn't see Ouwu's stout figure, but the saw was still lying there, and its position had also changed, it seemed that Ouwu had returned, and probably tried to suppress his emotions, so as to avoid the bloody incident.

Ao Wu probably lives in some kind of relative's house in the town, right?" Qi Lang guessed with some jealousy. He suddenly felt that he should also visit someone, someone who made him feel kind.

Dr. Coombe's small clinic was on the east side of Shach, just off Sheric Avenue, a road of only five or six kilometers, and Qi Lang had only walked once, the same time that Yuli had sent him to sign up for the Whirling Force. Qi Lang actually wanted to go in the opposite direction by himself, because the tall and kind Doctor Coombe was the most affectionate person he had ever seen in recent years. In the past two months, Qi Lang knew that Dr. Qom had stopped at least three times at the edge of the barracks, and looked at him from a distance, and although he did not speak, he could see that he was still very concerned about his patient.

However, Qi Lang never had a chance to say hello, because he was really busy at the time, busy with the endless running training. And when he finished a day's training and covered his nose and cleaned the toilet, Qi Lang really didn't have the strength to step out of the tent again.

Although today was not a good time for the sake of face, Qi Lang felt that he really needed to make this trip. Not to pay back the three Syr - he was still a long way from collecting the money, but just to meet the people who made him feel dear.

Under all kinds of strange eyes, Qi Lang walked for about half an hour, and finally came to the low little house.

When Qi Lang took a deep breath and knocked on the door to enter, he was disappointed to find that the room was empty, even Yuli, who was always humming, was not at home, needless to say, it must have been a sudden illness that made the two of them hurry through the streets, Qi Lang found that Dr. Coombe had even left the reading glasses on the table.

The house was a mess, and Yuri still threw the used blood cotton out of the trash can so so-so, and the scraps of paper and dirt on the ground were scattered east and west. Dr. Coombe was responsible for the medical care of 10,000 or 20,000 people in the town, and it seemed that there was really little time to take care of such a small matter as maintaining indoor hygiene.

Just like when he first lived here, Qi Lang consciously found a broom and a rag and cleaned it silently. When he packed up the consultation room and walked into the only room inside, he was almost shocked: there was a large corpse on the small wooden bed where he had been lying!

It was an obese old man, with few gray hairs left and a wrinkled face covered with age spots. He was lying on his back, his eyes closed, but his mouth wide open. Qi Lang could be sure that he had never heard any breathing sound in the past ten minutes or so. Anyone who breathes with their mouth wide open like this is guaranteed to be heard from inside the house to outside the house.

Just as Qi Lang was about to step forward to take a good look, the big mouth suddenly struggled to take a breath, and then shouted out such a sentence very unlucky:

"Uh...... That's dangerous!"

"What, sir?" Qi Lang's face almost turned white with fright, but he still had the courage to ask.

"Owning a dream...... That's dangerous...... "The fat old man clicked his mouth a few times, and at the same time chewed the sentence out of his mouth. He turned to his side in a daze, and gradually, his breathing began to even.

It turned out to be a sleeping patient, but his breath had been lingering long enough. Qi Lang adjusted for almost a long time before his breathing became as even as the old man's.

"His name is Lao Zhan. By some point, Dr. Coombe had returned to the clinic, his voice low and soft, far more intimate than Yuri's scream outside, "We must have been robbed."

"Hello, sir. Qi Lang hurriedly turned around, and the broom in his hand almost hit Dr. Coombe's long leg.

"Hello, Qi Lang. Dr. Qom took Qi Lang's broom, put it aside, walked to the wooden bed, listened to the fat old man's heart with a stethoscope, and made sure that he was still alive before he stood up and smiled at Qi Lang, "You still don't remember to call me Qom." ”

Qi Lang laughed laboriously: "Hello, Qom, it's great to see you again. ”

"Me too. I see you're hurt......" Coombe had already taken out a box of ointment from the cabinet and gently rubbed it on the side of Qi Lang's left eye with a cotton swab.

"That's nothing, there's always a little bit of a little injury in training. Qi Lang said this, but still stood there very obediently, as if he had been lying on the bed in a blur of flesh and blood more than two months ago.

"You young people always think you are strong, but you don't know that life is really fragile, and you are likely to lose your most precious thing before you know it. Dr. Coombe put the ointment back in the cupboard, walked back to Zhan's bedside, and pulled the quilt for him, "Just like Zhan, he will probably die at any moment." There's a good chance you'll just say goodnight to him and get ready to go to his funeral the next morning. ”

"What's wrong with him?" Qi Lang asked curiously, helping Dr. Qom tuck the corners of Old Zhan's quilt, "I thought he was dead when I entered the house. I mean, he didn't seem to be breathing at all. ”

"He's just old. Dr. Coombe's eyes showed a sad look, "And he doesn't have a good heart." But honestly, he really shouldn't have made himself so fat. Since his son left, he seems to have put the meal that should have belonged to Xiao Zhan into his stomach every day. ”

"His son's name is Xiao Zhan, is he dead, or is something wrong?"

"Yes, James Junior. We guessed he was dead, but Zhan never thought so. Dr. Qom pulled Qi Lang back to the consultation room, watched him sit down in his chair relaxedly, and continued, "Xiao Zhan used to be a captain commander of the Whirling Front, and people guessed that he could have had a chance to become the best warrior in the Luman Empire. But he gave up on it all, and he disappeared...... Lao Zhan said that he went to climb the mountain. ”

"Climb the mountain, why do you want to climb the mountain?" Qi Lang was even more curious when he heard that Xiao Zhan turned out to be one of his seniors, "The Xuanfeng Army should be able to give him all the glory, why did he go to climb the mountain?"

Dr. Coombe laughed, "He probably just wanted to make a choice that didn't favor his father during the rebellious period." Father and son, sometimes there will be disagreements, don't they?"

Qi Lang's eyes began to darken, and it was clear that these words of Dr. Qom reminded him of his own father, and he probably had a serious disagreement with his own father.

"I'm sorry, Qi Lang. Dr. Coombe saw the unspeakable sadness in Qi Lang's eyes, and he reached out and patted him on the back, like a kind father, "I remind you of your father, right?"

"That's nothing, Coombe, really. But Qi Lang soon walked out, "It was indeed sad, but I felt honored, and I guess he was also honored for what he had done when he died." ”

A smile tugged at the corners of Coombe's mouth, and he was very pleased with Qi Lang's reaction. It is true that this child should have a painful past that is unimaginable to ordinary people, but those did not make his psychology dark, nor did he make his personality depressed, and he maintained a positive and healthy attitude towards life, which is undoubtedly very rare.

"Okay. "I almost forgot that today is the last day of the Feast of the Holy King, and as is customary, Dr. Qom's small clinic should only be open until four o'clock in the afternoon, which means that we have a chance to have dinner here with a proud soldier, right, Yuri?"

"Okay, okay, Dr. Coombe!" Yuri, with his face already pulled down, replied impatiently, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.