The low-key king of pirates

Chapter 124
Although the two yelled loudly, the carriage did not run rampant and dominated the market, but just drove slowly through the street.

All the way to the very center of the street, the carriage suddenly stopped in place, silently.

"Don't miss it when you pass by, the ghost-faced swordsman is here to treat diseases for free!" Michelle stood beside the carriage, and suddenly uttered such a voice to the crowd of onlookers.

"Ghost-faced swordsman cures all diseases, and there is no fee for seeing a doctor and getting medicine. Those who want to see a doctor line up to see a doctor!" Lucifer cleared his throat, and shouted in agreement.

The two of them, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, complement each other, as if talking about cross talk, they are very familiar.

"I heard that the ghost-faced swordsman practiced medicine for free in the Kingdom of Goa, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"Not only that, there are rumors that the ghost-faced swordsman's medical skills are supernatural, and he has the ability to bring the dead back to life. I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Won't you know later?"

The onlookers, who obviously knew what Green had done during this time, gathered around the carriage and talked.

"Master Ghost Face! Please save my father!" A young boy rushed through the crowd, knelt and kowtowed to the side of the carriage.

"Boy, where's your father?" Michelle looked at the child kneeling on the ground and asked suspiciously.

"Father, he is still lying on the bed with his eyes closed." The little boy cried when he heard Michelle's words.

"Boss, this" Michelle asked Green for instructions across the carriage.

"Go and bring his father here!" Green ordered casually, and stopped talking.

Lucifer and Michel grabbed a stretcher from the back of the carriage and left with the little boy.

This kind of thing, the two are obviously already familiar with it.

Not long after, the little boy's father was carried steadily to the carriage by two people.

Green got out of the carriage and saw the little boy with a handsome appearance, red eyes, and a pitiful look.

The man on the ground was pale, his mouth was yellow, and he almost stopped breathing.

"Isn't this Uncle Gerald? I heard that he is terminally ill and there is no cure. He should have passed away by now, right?"

"Hey, looking at it like this, I guess it has already gone!"

"Poor child, he and his father depended on each other for life. Now that his father has passed away, what will he do in the future?"

"Who says it's not? There are pirates in this world, and now the country is not peaceful. It's getting harder and harder!"

Among the crowd, a few people who knew the little boy and his father shook their heads regretfully.

"The vitality is weak, but it's a little troublesome." Green looked at the man on the stretcher, frowning.

"Please, Lord Ghost-Mask, save my father!" The little boy pleaded while crying as he heard Green's words.

"Get up, I will do my best." Green's voice was as flat as water, but it had a calming effect. The little boy seemed to be infected and his mood stabilized.

The man's pathogen is in the abdominal cavity, and surgery is needed to completely remove it, but right now the man's body can't stand the torment at all.

Therefore, Green can only use medicine to take care of his body first, otherwise the man will never be able to persist until the end of the operation.

Green first used silver needles to dredge the acupuncture points, then ground the medicine into powder and dissolved it in water, and injected it into all parts of the body.

Then use silver needles to guide the circulation of the medicine until it spreads all over the body.

I saw Green's fingers flying, jumping and dancing like a butterfly wearing a flower, and his movements were so smooth and fluid that it was dizzying.

"The ghost-faced swordsman has supernatural medical skills. Looking at it like this, maybe he can really cure Gerald!"

"The rumors are unbelievable. The ghost-faced swordsman's strength lies in his swordsmanship, not his medical skills. Although the movements of saving people are smooth and natural, the effect is hard to say."

When the crowd of onlookers saw the ghost-faced swordsman's movements, they all had their own opinions.

Green's whole person has completely entered an inexplicable state, completely ignoring the surrounding things.

Every time he treats a disease to save someone, or encounters a patient who needs to work hard, Green will inexplicably enter this state.

Once the treatment is over, Green will have a short-term collapse.

However, his knowledgeable domineering will be improved by a small step, which makes him very happy.

Because he has been predicting the future with the domineering power of knowledge and information, after this kind of almost intuitive fatigue, the mind is often pushed to a certain limit.

He will make a breakthrough every time, and his intermediate knowledge and knowledge color is almost reaching the point where he can control it freely.

Putting away the silver needle, Green stood up dripping with sweat, and said with dry lips, "I'll rest for a while, and those who need to be treated will wait for a while."

After finishing speaking, Green walked into the carriage and fell down among the three women.

"Yes, boss." Lucifer and Michelle were like two door gods, standing on both sides of the carriage, looking around vigilantly.

"Uncle, what happened to my father?" The little boy saw Green entering the car, looked at Michelle with some expectation and asked cautiously.

"The boss generally doesn't have a disease that can't be cured. I don't dare to say anything about your father, but we will know the result soon."

Michelle didn't get Green's order, and he didn't speak easily, lest he would make an oolong himself if someone was not rescued later.

Time passed slowly, and the complexion of the man lying on the stretcher gradually turned rosy, and his complexion improved a lot.

"Where is this?" The man opened his eyes in a daze, looking around suspiciously.

A small body fell into his arms at once, and it was Gerald's own son who was crying.

"Woo, Dad, you're finally healed!" The little boy cried and laughed while holding Gerald, feeling very emotional.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you like this." Gerald gently stroked the little boy's head with a kind expression on his face.

"Don't move around, your illness has not been cured yet." Green's faint voice came from the carriage.

"Who are you?" Gerald was obviously puzzled.

"The person who saved your life." Taking advantage of this time, Green gradually recovered and came out again and said.

"Dad, it's like this." The little boy briefly recounted what happened before, and Gerald was deeply moved.

"Lie down and don't move, and then help you eradicate the disease."

Green's tone was still very flat, like a gentle breeze, moistening things silently.

"Okay, thank you, sir!" Gerald quickly thanked him gratefully, and lay safely on the stretcher.

Green moved his hands again, first injected a shot of anesthesia to numb the nerves, and then started working with the scalpel in hand.

Half an hour later, Green sewed up the wound and smiled slightly: "Okay, as long as you cultivate for a while, you can recover as before."

"Thank you, Mr. Ghost Face!" The worried little boy laughed from the bottom of his heart like a melody of heaven when he heard Green's words.

"As expected of a ghost-faced swordsman, his medical skills are indeed superb and unparalleled!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that we actually saw the technique of bringing the dead back to life with our own eyes!"

Not to mention the little boy, even the crowd of onlookers heard a lot of admiration.

(End of this chapter)