Chapter 94 The Creditor Comes

In Xiao En's eyes, the Great Knight is the best patient. You just need to get rid of some fatal hidden dangers and wounds to ensure that you don't get infected. You don't even use hemostatic medicine, and its powerful body functions will automatically heal you. .

If the nutritional supply of the body can be guaranteed, the strong recovery power brought by a strong physique is more effective than any special medicine.

However, the patient is in a state of deep coma, and there is no way to supplement food, so he can only rely on the accumulation of the body in the past.

This is not a problem for Sean, who was possessed by a chef on the spot, combining alchemy and cooking skills, and quickly cooked a pot of high-calorie, high-nutrition liquid food, which added a bunch of medicinal materials for nourishing qi and blood. A hose is inserted into the esophagus and poured directly into the partner's stomach.

The most amazing thing is that this method full of nonsense, not only did not torment people to death, but also had miraculous effects.

The Mr. Valesta Butcher woke up on the third day, and he was able to go out on the ground on the fifth day. This almost heaven-defying recovery speed made even the client, Sean, stunned. Maybe the monster is at this level, even the champion knight can't do it. It can only be said that the nutritious porridge I made played a huge role in it.

Xiao En made up his mind to do some research in this area when he has time. If it is done well, what is the difference between this blood bottle and the blood bottle in the game? Minor injuries and afflictions are not taken seriously at all. After eating a can of nutritious meals, half a day later, they will be revived with full blood. It is scary to think about it.

The first thing Valesta Butcher can move is to eat, and he is not picky. He is not afraid of all kinds of high-calorie and high-nutrition food. Weeks, most of them can be cured.

The only bad news is that although Butcher Valesta was saved, he suffered from brain problems. Not to mention complete amnesia, even his IQ dropped drastically. Sean’s head dog, General Patton, could beat him by eight blocks. At the level of a seven or eight-year-old child, Sean checked his brain repeatedly, and there was no obvious fatal trauma.

The problem should be inside his brain. It was rumored that he had taken a suspected psychedelic drug before going to the arena. It seemed that the rumors were not groundless.

But the current Valesta Butcher obviously can't figure out why.

I don't know because Xiao En has been using magical powers to help him relieve the congestion, so he has a natural sense of familiarity.

After waking up again, it was because of Sean that he saw at the first sight, and he actually formed a sense of dependence on him.

This situation made Sean very helpless, but Angie Bella was mad with jealousy, and also fought day and night without blinking an eye. Why did such a good thing happen to Sean?

"Sir, I don't know if I need help? Is it a doctor or an injury?"

Seeing someone walking towards the medical center, the young lobby manager Ailer took two quick steps and greeted him with a smile on his face. Sean appreciated his outstanding performance recently.

There are more and more complicated things in the medical center now, and a quick-eyed and quick-handed helper is needed, so he was directly transferred here. So far, he has not failed Xiao En's expectations. He has handled many trivial matters in every possible way, full of There was a burst of cleverness.

"Hmph, untouchable." The handsomely dressed young man in the lead didn't even look at Ayler, with an air of aloofness all over his body, and the disdain came from his nose.

A guard in dazzling silver armor beside him stood between Aile and the young man in fine clothes, and said angrily, "Can you talk? Which eye of yours sees us as sick or injured?"

Aile has long been familiar with this kind of person, and has not been affected in the slightest. He still smiled and said: "It should be hit, it should be hit, I said something wrong, what can I do for you?"

"Ask your boss to come out." There is such a servant as there is to any master. The master has a condescending look, and the guards are no exception. They have a look that I can't tell you.

"I'm sorry, our boss is treating patients. I'm afraid I don't have time to receive the two of you. Please also ask Haihan. If you need anything, you can tell me. I will try my best to meet the needs of you two."

Ailer is neither humble nor overbearing, what a joke, just come to a cat or a dog, and he will call out his boss. Isn't his boss busy to death, what's the use of him.

"You? What are you?"

The guard's brow twisted into a pimple. Obviously Aile's repeated blocking made him very dissatisfied. The most important thing was that his young master had already shown a trace of impatience. The chief guard who came up is probably going to be the end.

"I am the waiter here. If you need anything, you can tell me directly. If you really need to see our boss, I will naturally notify you."

Seeing that the other party was purely provoking trouble, Aile was not to be outdone. Ever since he inadvertently learned of Angelberna's identity, his back has become much stiffer. The illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Borg is in his backyard, in Solo City. , What else do they have to fear?

"Herbert? Is Herbert really you? Are you really alive?"

The young man in Chinese clothes who had been looking up at the sky at a forty-five angle would not be enough to show his arrogance, exclaimed in surprise, his tone full of disbelief and surprise.

The person he was talking to was none other than the Grand Knight Valesta Butcher that Sean and Angel Bena rescued from death not long ago.

Although Valesta Butcher's injury has not fully healed, it is no longer a serious problem, and the rest can be left to his sturdy physique-although his head is injured, his physical fitness is not affected at all. Zhou's crazy eating and drinking, the whole person seems to have gained a lot of weight.

Butcher Valesta is the most leisurely person in the entire medical center. He spends less than half of the day basking in the sun with the head dog, General Patton, and spends the rest of the time eating and looking for food. It’s already his noon. At meal time, I habitually came to Aile with Barton, but I didn't want to bump into the young man in Chinese clothes.

Aile, who was next to him, felt his heart skip a beat, screaming inwardly, the real master had come to the door, he didn't dare to neglect him, and when they didn't pay attention to him, he ran wildly to the backyard, he really couldn't handle this matter.

In their eyes, Ailer is just a dispensable little transparency. Neither the young man in the fancy dress nor his head of guards noticed Ailer's departure. Even if they did, most of them wouldn't care. Fascinated by the butcher of Valesta who came back from the dead.

They watched each other be tortured to death by the champion knight Starbuck, and their whole bodies were turned into flesh and metal lumps. When they heard for the first time that Valesta Butcher was not dead, the young man in Chinese clothes thought that the other party deliberately Taunting him, he was so angry that he flipped the table on the spot and almost didn't duel with the opponent.

But one after another, someone told him that his chief guard did not die, but was brought back to life by collusion between an institution called a medical center and a body collector. Svendi began to be skeptical, and came to have a look with the mentality of giving it a try. .

After all, Sir Herbert has been loyal to his family for many years and has always been loyal. During this period of time, he has been having a headache on how to explain to his father and Sir Herbert's father, a veteran champion knight.

If you let them know that because you are addicted to gambling in gladiatorial matches, you owe a lot of debts, and you have to force your head of guards to participate in gladiatorial matches, it will have a fatal impact on your inheritance rights, and your good brothers will definitely take this. Come attack yourself.

If Sir Herbert hadn't died, things would have been much simpler. Even if his black background was exposed, he could still rely on his mother's family relationship to fool him.

Unexpectedly, not long after entering the door, Sir Herbert appeared in front of them. Although he has now become a big bald head, his face is covered with criss-crossing, very penetrating red scars, which is different from the original pretty face. It's far away, but the opponent's huge stature can't be wrong.

Swendi was overjoyed, but the other party's reaction made him a little puzzled. The other party just glanced at him, and didn't respond to his call at all, just like seeing a stranger who had nothing to do with him, walking to the side on his own go.

That pissed off Svendy, and goddamn it, it was a slap in the face for him to resent him for putting him in a gladiatorial fight that nearly killed him.

But when I played before, I didn't see you unhappy, but I was more excited than anyone else every time.

He was indeed the one who asked him to participate in the gladiatorial competition, but he did not instigate the brutal behavior in the arena. For this reason, he complained all over his body and offended many slave owners.

If it was just a normal gladiatorial fight without such cruel methods, it would not provoke the revenge of the champion knight Starbuck, and naturally there would be no follow-up. Now they can not only pay off their gambling debts, but also have a surplus.

Everything is ruined in your hands, and you still have the nerve to shake my face. Besides, I am your master, even if something really went wrong, you shouldn't treat it with this attitude.

"Sir Herbert, don't forget your own identity."

In order to reflect his own existence, the newly promoted chief guard loudly reprimanded him. In fact, he felt as if he had swallowed a bitter pill. He didn’t expect the rumors to be true. Herbert really didn’t die. He had only served as a guard for less than two weeks. The long term is over.

Butcher Valesta's reaction was even more extreme, he didn't even turn his head, and looked like he didn't hear anything.

Svendy's lungs exploded, and he roared loudly: "Herbert, don't go too far, I order you to roll over and see me."

Butcher Valesta pouted his nose like a dog, with a simple and innocent smile on his scarred face, sucking his saliva and saying: "Bun, I like it, Bun, I like it most, Bun."

Sure enough, as soon as he turned the corner, there was a large basket of fat, white steamed buns on his dining table. The Valesta butcher sat cross-legged on the ground without a seat, bowed left and right, picked up the steaming big steamed buns and put them on the table. Stuffing it into his own mouth, the buns the size of an adult's fist took one bite at a time, and in the blink of an eye, half of the buns were gone.

"Woo... woo..." Barton growled in dissatisfaction.

The Valesta butcher hesitated to pick the smallest bun, handed it to Barton, and said, "Your bun, eat it."

Barton glanced at Butcher Valesta with disdain, jumped onto the table, picked a thin-skinned butcher and ate it on his own.

Butcher Valesta was not angry either. Seeing that Barton didn't want to give it to him, he stuffed it into his mouth with his backhand, eating with relish, and directly ignored Svendy who was about to explode next to him.

I posted the wrong chapter just now, sorry, sorry, as compensation, double update today