Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

Chapter 70 Will Auceptin
Although Forsi said to ignore the embers, Dr. Allen and his wife still had a good impression of this modest and decent young man.

Unfortunately, today is not the weekend.

Neither Dr. Allen nor his wife had to go to work in a hurry, and there was no time to greet Ember.

Dr. Allen had to rush to the hospital to see patients and operate, and his wife, a middle school teacher, had to rush to teach the children.

As a decent middle-class doctor, Dr. Allen has his own private carriage.

So he doesn't need to crowd the messy and sweaty stagecoach like everyone else.

And as his newly recruited 'intern', Forsi naturally had to follow him to the hospital.

"So, Ash, may I call you that?"

Allen, who was just about to go out, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Ember and asked, "Do you want to come to the hospital together?"

Forsi's complexion changed slightly, and she gave Ember a wink.

"That's not good?"

Ember pondered for two seconds, and Forsi heaved a sigh of relief with her tactful reply.

"Nothing bad."

Mrs. Wilma, who was holding Forsi's arm, said with a smile, "The carriage is big, it can seat four people, and don't you want to see Forsi's working environment in the hospital?"

"Then, excuse me."

Ember thought for a while, then nodded slightly amid the girl's gradually stiffening expression.

"Let's go."

Seeing this, Dr. Allen nodded slightly, stepped out of the gate and boarded the carriage first.

And Ember followed closely behind, even after getting into the carriage, she reached out her hand towards Fors in a rather gentlemanly manner.

"Thank you so much!"

Fors put her hand into Ember's palm, approached his neck and gritted her teeth.

"you are welcome."

Ember pulled the girl into the carriage, but smiled at her instead.

After several people were seated, the coachman also started to drive the horses away with a whip.

Forsi, who was sitting on the same side as Wilma, looked out of the window sullenly, watching the passers-by outside the window boredly.

Ember, on the other hand, was looking thoughtfully at the carriages passing by one after another outside the window.

"What are you thinking?"

Dr. Allen observed Ember for a while, then asked suddenly.

"I'm thinking about a problem."

Ember thought for a moment, and didn't hide anything, but slowly asked, "Becklund has trolley carriages, horse-drawn carriages, and steam trains. But why haven't I seen steam... um, steam carriages?"

"Actually, there are."

The corners of Velma's mouth raised slightly, and she said with a light smile, "Actually, someone invented the steam carriage several years ago, and the speed is much faster than the carriage. But the nobles felt that the noise and pollution caused by the steam carriage were too great, and they I don't want to see this kind of steam carriage all over Backlund's streets."

"It's just a secondary reason."

Dr. Allen obviously disagreed with his wife's opinion, and said indifferently, "The main reason is that traditional carriage operators are afraid that steam carriages will steal their jobs, so they jointly boycotted the promotion of steam carriages. For this reason, they also pushed the parliament to The so-called 'Highway Locomotive Act' was passed, which stipulated that steam carriages should not travel faster than 3 kilometers an hour."

Dr. Allen shook his head and sneered, "I can walk twice as fast at three kilometers per hour."

"I see."

Ember suddenly realized.

"Also, the invention of the steam carriage was not a few years ago."

Dr. Allen continued, "That was a genius idea proposed by Emperor Russell more than 100 years ago. Unfortunately, the cost of steam carriages is too high, and it does not bring enough profits like steam trains. Coupled with the joint suppression of the horse-drawn carriage operators, this has led to the delay in the large-scale promotion of steam horse-drawn carriages."

"In fact, because of the various restrictions, most people don't even know the existence of the steam carriage."

Although he looked a little cold, Dr. Allen seemed quite talkative at this time.

Obviously, for Dr. Allen, being able to show off his knowledge is also a very pleasant thing for him.

"Emperor Roselle?"

Hearing the familiar name again, Ember fell into deep thought.

He has a certain impression of this name, presumably the other party must be an important character in the world of "Lord of the Mysteries".

And that is true based on the information currently available.

The people around him can casually say some thought-provoking golden sentences, and these golden sentences are all from the mouth of Emperor Roselle.

In addition, Emperor Roselle's diary is written in Chinese that no one else in this world can understand...

All kinds of clues added together, it is not difficult to guess that this Emperor Roselle is a time traveler.

And these golden sentences are the product of his work as a civil servant.

and so……

"Rosell is the 'protagonist' of this world?"

"However, 'The Fool' also understands Chinese."

"Although it is not surprising that a god can understand a language, it does not rule out the possibility that he is also a time traveler."

"So, 'The Fool' may also be the 'protagonist'."

Ember rubbed his temples, and quickly gave up thinking.

Anyway, no matter who is the protagonist, it will be burned in the end.

But the main target at the moment is the Black Emperor, so there is no need to think too much.

To be immortal, the most important thing is to adjust your mentality.

after all--

If you haven't even passed Teacher Gu Da, why worry about how to pay the king's incarnation?

Seeing that Ember seemed to be lost in thought, the other people also tacitly agreed not to disturb him.

Dr. Allen didn't speak anymore, while Mrs. Wilma on the opposite side pulled Forsi and whispered in her ear.

Until the carriage stopped at the gate of a middle school.

Mrs. Verma said goodbye to her husband with a smile, then turned around and got off the carriage and walked towards the middle school.

And 5 minutes later, the carriage stopped at the gate of a hospital again.

Ember looked at a plaque at the gate of the courtyard.

Backlund Central Hospital.

"This is the best private hospital in the Hillston area."

Forsi, who once graduated from medical school, took the initiative to introduce, "Plus this is located at the junction of Hillston District and North District, so most of the middle class will come here to see a doctor. If you want to give Backlund's hospital In terms of ranking, it should be second only to the Royal Braunfield Hospital in the North District and the Royal Presbyterian Hospital in Queens."

Although Dr. Allen is young, he is the attending surgeon of Backlund Central Hospital, and his medical skills can be described as superb.

Greeting the doctors and nurses he met along the way, Dr. Allen walked into a ward on the left side of the corridor on the third floor with ease.

On the bed in the ward, lay a boy in his early ten years with a childish face.

Beside the hospital bed was a middle-aged man with a sad face.

"Mr. Auceptin."

Allen walked up to the middle-aged man and started talking to him, "The operation will start in 10 minutes. I think Nurse Janet should have told you what precautions to take?"

"very pitiful."

Fors looked at the boy on the hospital bed with some pity, and said in a low voice.

Ember didn't answer, he just glanced at the names on the hospital bed.

'Will Auceptin. '

"Forsi."

Dr. Allen, who finished talking with the middle-aged man, seemed to be a different person, turned around and said solemnly, "Go and change clothes, and follow me into the operating room in 10 minutes."

"Yes!"

Forsi immediately became nervous. She hadn't worked as a doctor or nurse for two years.

When it came up to the operation, she was also a little afraid that she would make a mistake.

And making a mistake during the operation is fatal!
(End of this chapter)