Chapter 255
Croissant nodded without saying a word.
She lifted the adult, weighing over 100 pounds in each hand, as if carrying Fowlbeast. She grabbed a key from the bar and headed to her room on the second floor of the hotel.
Shi Lei stood up and instructed the innkeeper:
"You pack your things first, I'll try to see if I can treat them. If not, I'll have to trouble you to take them to another place for treatment, okay?"
"No problem, my benefactor! I'll go pack my things now. Call me if you need anything."
This hotel is most likely doomed. Let's take our valuables and get out of here first.
When Shi Lei arrived on the second floor, he saw that the boss and others had followed him up, and he had no choice but to speak up to stop them:
"You can wait in the lobby downstairs. I don't want any outsiders present when I'm treating you."
Upon hearing this, everyone voluntarily left the second floor.
Shi Lei entered the room and locked the door from the inside. He then placed the Jade Shield on the two unconscious patients.
What should we do next?
At the same time.
A small team of infected individuals was hurriedly arriving at the hotel. The leader was an elderly Liberi man whom they referred to as 'General'.
They saw the two cars at the entrance, but still chose to go out. Seeing that the hotel owner wasn't in the lobby, someone asked his son:
"Jack, where is your father?"
When the little boy was asked a question by an acquaintance, he answered without waiting for Texas to stop him:
"General, my father is packing his things. Is there something important you need to discuss with him?"
Upon hearing the title of general, the Emperor narrowed its eyes with interest. As far as it knew, Ursus had executed at least a hundred generals in the past decade. Many generals with illustrious military achievements had not escaped. Those who survived were extremely rare.
There aren't many generals left these days.
Are you packing?
Upon hearing this, the elderly Liberi man immediately realized that these people were the ones who had attempted to break him out of prison that night.
His gaze swept quickly across the enemy ranks, discovering that the opposing group included multiple races such as the Lupos, Sarkaz, Dolans, Casters Clan, Sarkaz, and the Ancients.
Their background is currently unknown, but it seems they should be able to communicate peacefully.
"Hello, thank you so much for your help tonight. I am the head of the clinic 'Azazel,' and you rescued two Doctor. May I have them with me?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang came from the side.
It turned out that Shi Lei punched one of the unconscious Doctor, which caused the bed and floor to collapse, and he fell directly from the second-floor room to the ground floor.
The elderly Liberi, his face grave, quickly went to the location of the sound to check the situation. Seeing the two Doctor lying in the dust, he clenched his fists in anger.
How dare you touch our clinic's Doctor!
321 The General in His Twilight Years 3K
Shi Lei had just been in his room on the second floor, carefully studying how to trigger the healing effect.
But he forgot to reinforce the room, and during his continuous Euler attacks, one of his punches went astray. As a result, the bed and floor collapsed, sending him plummeting to the floor below. Fortunately, the two Doctor were protected by shields and escaped unharmed.
Seeing an unfamiliar Old Man suddenly appear and stare angrily at him, Shi Lei's smile became slightly awkward.
"I know you may not believe it, but I really was saving them just now, using the Life-Saving Fist."
The elderly Liberi sized up the young man who was spouting nonsense, his eyes, like those of Great Eagle, shooting out a sharp gaze as piercing as a steel knife scraping bone.
He glanced up at the hole in the ceiling, then looked away and replied coldly:
Do you think I believe that?
Just as the atmosphere was reaching a freezing point, the hotel owner, having finished packing his luggage, squeezed through the crowd into the room.
Seeing the serious atmosphere, he unconsciously swallowed and quickly greeted them:
"General, what brings you here?"
The elderly Liberi raised his chin, indicating:
"This person knocked down the floor; they clearly wanted to harm the Doctor at our clinic!"
"I already told you it's Life-Saving Fist, but you wouldn't believe me. Why don't you have the boss check the injuries on the left? See if they're any better than before?"
The elderly Liberi resisted the urge to speak, crossing his arms in a gesture of strong resistance.
"Wait a minute, let me see."
The innkeeper rushed over to check and indeed found that the Doctor on the left had fewer external wounds. He found it unbelievable and, after repeated examinations, exclaimed in amazement:
"General, the torture they suffered at the Gendarmerie was more severe than mine. But look, the wounds on his arm have faded a lot. And here, the whip marks have disappeared. It's truly amazing!"
The patient's injury has improved, but is not fully healed. It was because Shi Lei misjudged his punch, causing the floor to collapse and forcing him to stop; he hadn't finished the first half of the routine.
Seeing the questioning look on elderly Liberi's face, the hotel owner quickly explained:
"General, please don't be angry. There must be some misunderstanding here. If he hadn't come to our rescue, we might have died in the Gendarmerie. There's no need for him to rescue us and then harm us; that doesn't make sense..."
As they were talking, the patient on the left who was receiving treatment sat up in a daze.
He pressed his temple with one hand and took deep breaths. However, the dust in the room made him cough violently, which also made him more alert.
When the elderly Liberi saw that the Doctor had regained consciousness, his serious expression eased slightly.
Shi Lei had already been discovered, he simply laid his cards on the table and said it directly:
"There's still someone unconscious here. If you're willing to let me save them, I will. If not, take them away, and what happens afterward is none of my business."
Exusiai leaned against the door frame watching the commotion, covering her mouth with one hand to avoid laughing out loud.
Putting everything else aside, just considering Shi Lei's medical skills, he's unmatched on this land. Being treated by him is something to be grateful for; others would beg for it if they could.
The elderly Liberi clearly knew nothing about medicine, but the fact that he was treating patients with his fists was utterly absurd.
Seeing his hesitant look, the innkeeper next to him advised:
"General, their injuries are severe and they need immediate treatment. Please let him treat them; if we send them back to the clinic, they might not survive."
The elderly Liberi's face darkened as he quickly considered his options. Should he uphold his dignity and refuse to budge, or should he soften his stance and pursue practicality?
Ultimately, he made his choice. He bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, expressing his utmost sincerity:
"Sir, I apologize for my previous rudeness. If you can cure him, I will owe you a favor and am willing to do you a favor."
"There's no need for that."
Shi Lei never seeks anything in return for saving lives; it's all based on his own mood. Knowing that delaying would be detrimental to the patient, he carried the unconscious Doctor to the next room with one hand.
The elderly Liberi expressed his gratitude and lent his place in the industry.
Shi Lei opened the door to the next room and locked it from the inside. This time he learned his lesson and didn't put the patient on the bed. Instead, he placed the patient on a support platform made of Rock Constructs.
Ora Ora Ora Ora...
Like a barrage of punches, it caused no real damage, but the patient's external wounds were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After the treatment, the Doctor was almost fully recovered and woke up.
Shi Lei controlled the Rock Constructs to float in the air, causing the patient to roll down the slope onto the bed.
They then removed the Rock Constructs and walked straight outside.
The elderly Liberi stood guard outside the door, and when he saw him come out, he quickly went into the room.
Seeing the Doctor, who was covered in wounds just minutes ago, now without any scars, I found it incredible.
He quickly chased after them, calling out to the group who were about to leave to check into other hotels.
"Sir, please wait a moment!"
No matter how outrageous the 'fist therapy' may be, the results are undeniably clear.
You can't disagree.
Elderly Liberi sincerely thanked Shi Lei for disregarding his slip of the tongue and still providing assistance:
"Sir, I'm so sorry. I misunderstood before and thought you wanted to harm the Doctor. Azazel only has a few Doctor right now, and I'm genuinely afraid that something might happen to them and affect the clinic's operations. So at that time, I had unwarranted thoughts about you..."
"Huh?"
FrostNova had just come out for some fresh air, saw the white-haired, golden-eyed Old Man and said somewhat uncertainly:
"Are you Grandpa Hegre?"
Upon hearing this, the elderly Liberi's pupils dilated slightly.
He frowned as he looked at the white-eared Casters Clan girl in front of him, but he had no recollection of her.
Hegre now has few friends left. Most of the generals still serving in the army have been executed by His Majesty the Emperor. Only a few former comrades who defected from Ursus are said to still be alive.
"Excuse me, who are you...?"
"Grandpa Hegre, I am Frostnova, the adopted FrostNova of Broca. We met eight years ago in the northern ice plains, and you even said I was cute back then."
The elderly Liberi looked up at the upper right corner, seemingly lost in memories. As the fragmented Jigsaw Puzzle of memory slowly pieced together a picture, he finally remembered.
"Oh, it's you! That little child has grown into a young lady. Broca, how have you been lately?"
"It's great. His health has improved under the treatment of this Divine Doctor. Zhong. My hypothermia, after a few months of recuperation with him, is also almost cured."
Dr. Zhong the Divine Doctor.
Hegre thought to himself that he had never heard of healing with his fists before, and that he truly deserved the title.
Eight years have passed since I last met FrostNova.
Eight years.
Hegre didn't know how he survived those long years. It felt like time had been stolen away in the blink of an eye.
"The newspapers say that Broca recently joined the Rhodes Island and taken over the Schuratzburg City. What is he thinking? Can't he stay at Lake Vega anymore?"
"No, Grandpa Hegre. Father initially didn't want to join, nor did he participate in the attack on Schuratzburg City. He said the benefits of doing so were completely disproportionate to the costs. But the Rhodes Island, with its tenacious will, actually managed to capture Schuratzburg City."
To prevent the fruits of victory from being easily seized by the Ursus authorities, he could only stabilize the morale of the Infected by joining the Rhodes Island. In reality, his father had no attachment to Schuratzburg City. What he cared about was the future of all the Infected.
"Ha, the future?"
Hegre sighed, his tone tinged with melancholy:
"Perhaps it is only when we reach our age that we can understand this. Sometimes it only takes a moment of impulse to start a war, but it takes a long and painful process to extinguish the flames of war."
I was wondering why he hadn't seen through it all these years; turns out there was such a hidden reason.
"Grandpa Hegre, how have you been lately? You shouldn't be in the Ursus army anymore, right?"
Hegre didn't know if FrostNova was genuinely ignorant or pretending, and forced a wry smile.
"Son, at my age, I no longer support serving in the military. I used to miss that military career and fought for it, but now I have lost my passion and would rather have never experienced it."
Upon hearing this, FrostNova lowered her head and remained silent.
Over the past few years, Hegre took over the black market clinic from his best friend. This was not only to fulfill his friend's last wish, but also to uphold a certain belief.
In fact, given Azazel's current condition, he desperately needs Divine Doctor. Zhong's help.
However, Hegre already owed one favor and didn't want to owe the other a second one.
Furthermore, Divine Doctor is not permanently based in Chernobyl; he is likely only staying for a short period. If patients subsequently only seek out Divine Doctor, it will make it difficult for doctors whose Doctor are clearly inferior to his to carry out their work. Overall, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.
Hegre knew this was no place to linger, and seeing that FrostNova remained silent, he took the initiative to end the conversation:
"Alright, son. I'm already very grateful to see you here today. If you ever see Captain Broca in the future, please give him my regards."
At this point, he turned his head to look at the Divine Doctor:
"Thank you again for your help today. Azazel owes you a favor. If you need anything in the future, you can find me on Wellington Avenue."
Shi Lei nodded, agreeing that this was not a place to stay for long. Given how quickly the other party had come looking for them, it wasn't surprising that the military police had followed suit.
The innkeeper had already packed his bags, preparing to leave with his son and Hegre. As expected, he would be wanted tomorrow and needed to lay low for a while.
The two groups parted ways at the entrance of the inn, one going left and the other right.