The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Harold on the side seemed to have some clues, he paused, and said in a deep voice, "Raphael, you mean..."

Rafael turned his head and nodded solemnly at Harold twice.

Now, I am even more confused.

Worthy of being an old classmate for many years, a good friend, one action, half a sentence, can understand in an instant, but the fact is that I can't understand what you want to express.

It doesn't matter if you can't understand the connotation of your words, but you are starting treatment!

Not only do not start the treatment, but also the endless puzzles, which I can't bear.

"Hey, I said, the first doctor, are you treating or not?" Looking at Old Paqi's pale face, and watching Old Paqi's wife lying on the small bed, her face full of sallow and weakness, I finally bear it. I couldn't help the anxiety in my heart, and his face was gloomy and said: "I'll give you a word as soon as possible so I can make another plan."

"All the famous doctors in Ai Ruicheng will not treat her poison, what are you going to do?" Raphael seemed to be reasoning to me, and he seemed to be provoking me. He frowned and stared scorchingly. I.

"Shanren has a clever plan, so you don't need to worry about it," I said: "You just have to answer, whether you will cure it or not."

Raphael and I looked at each other for a while, and said: "It stands to reason that she is a patient and I should be treated, but her condition is too special..."

"In other words, you can't cure it, can you?"

"I need to ask for instructions first..."

Before Raphael finished speaking, I interrupted: "I understand, you have your difficulties and it is not convenient to treat the disease of Old Paige's wife. I will not blame you for this."

After finishing speaking, I turned my head and said to Old Paqi: "You have time to pack your luggage these days, and let me know when you are done."

Without waiting for Old Paige to speak, Harold said first: "What are you going to do?"

"Eri City can't cure the disease, doesn't mean other towns can't cure it either."

After this sentence, everyone was stunned.

Old Paige looked at me with a puzzled look: "You, what do you mean?"

"Isn't it clear?" I spread my hands: "Since Ai Ruicheng can't cure your wife's disease, we will go to other towns to treat it. The Hefeng Continent is so big, there will always be people who are willing to cure your wife's disease."

Hearing what I said, Harold said anxiously: "Don't make a decision so quickly. Raphael only said that the patient's condition is rather special, and he didn't say not to treat her disease. When will your impulsive disorder be corrected? Change it?"

Raphael's face also showed anxious look: "I, I didn't say that I was dead, I just said that her condition is a little special, and I need to ask for instructions..."

"Please, please, please show me a fart!" I said violently, "I hate you guys who don't do anything with official accents. You are so good. All of them have big arms and round waists. They are in good health, as strong as a cow, and as fat as a cow. Pig, it's okay to smoke and grow flowers and plants. Have you ever thought about the feelings of these sick and sleepy patients? Have you thought about the feelings of the families of these patients!"

I pointed to Raphael and said angrily: "Let’s listen to you along the way, let’s bluff for nothing, say how painful it is to lose your wife, and then say that you are working hard to study medicine because you want to treat your wife’s illness as soon as possible. Since you have had such a tragic experience, don't you feel the feelings of people who have had similar experiences with you or are about to have similar experiences?"

"Could it be that you are completely disregarded for the safety of other wives, watching other wives suffer, and watching other family members feel sad because of their wives' pain because of some unfounded or unfounded worries!" The more excited I said, I was about to reach the point where my hair and fingers were cracked. I opened my mouth and spit on the ground fiercely. I said, "I'm not a doctor, nor a priest, but I've heard of the benevolence of doctors. Look at you now. Do you still have that taste of benevolence?"

Raphael was silent, Harold on the side was also silent, even Old Paige was silent.

I don't know the reasons for their three silences, or whether they have any feelings about what I said, but I feel very relieved because they said these words.

Old Paige looked at me moved with a look of crying. It is estimated that my image is now as tall as the **** of creation in his eyes.

Harold looked at me in shock, I guess, he never thought that I could say such shocking words.

Raphael had a rather calm expression. He thought a little, then raised his head, took a deep look at me, and said, "You are right, the doctor is kind, and I never forget when I lost my wife. I also don’t want others to suffer as much as me."

"But" he changed the conversation and said, "I still have to report the poison of his wife before he can be cured."

I sighed, saying that, he still couldn't get rid of his body, there would be no way.

I spread out my hands and said to Old Paige: "You still pack up and prepare to go with me."

"How do you plan to go?" Harold asked suddenly: "With the caravan, it is not only risky, but also a long time on the way. Or you choose to take an airship. It only takes a day to get there. The nearest town."

"Harold, you..." This time it was Raphael's turn to be shocked. He probably didn't expect that at all, what I said would have allowed his firm friends to switch camps.

"I think An Xiaoyi is right," Harold said. "A lot of things may not happen. The most important thing now is to cure Paqi's wife."

"But you have to know, if this happens...who can afford this responsibility!" Raphael was bitter.

Harold sighed: "Perhaps as An Xiaoyi said just now, we really think too much about many things, so we lose a lot of things that shouldn't be lost."

"I think it's time to change."

Harold's last sentence was very emotional and very vicissitudes of life. It seemed to be to Raphael, and it seemed to be to himself.

Raphael sighed when he heard the words, lowered his head and thought for a long time, seemingly made up his mind, and said: "Well, after so many years, not only did not settle down peacefully in the end, but on the contrary, he suffered for a long time and hurt himself for a long time. This time, I listen to you..."

He glanced at me again, and changed his words: "I listen to you."

I finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you so much."

Raphael shook his head and said solemnly: "I have to thank you for living for so many years. The more you live, the more tired you are. If you don't have your anger, perhaps, I will continue to live like this, in the future... .No matter what happens in the future, at least for now, I can change myself."

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