Master a little skill every day

Along with the deafening roar, gunshots were heard again on the street.

"Crack! Kick!"

The sound of bones breaking also sounded.

Bai Miao lay on the floor, watching the soul lamp at the door flickering on and off, flashing red and yellow, with his heart in his throat.

The state of the soul lantern tonight is a bit outrageous...

Bai Miao was curious about what was going on outside the street, but he didn't dare to look through the window.

Could it be that the hunter got into trouble with one of the residents?

After the initial agitation, a long silence returned to the streets.

Bai Miao estimated the time, it was already 2:30 in the morning.

It’s still a long time until 6 o’clock…

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Bai Miao was shocked. Now it was his turn to get a knock on his door!

"Doctor! Is the doctor here?"

An extremely irritable man's voice came from outside the door.

Bai Miao thought of the fifth tip.

[If there are customers outside the door at night, please decide whether to accept them or not]

"doctor!"

The shouting outside the door became louder and louder, and the knocking on the door became more and more rough.

The soul lamp at the door continued to flicker during the knocking.

What is the use of this soul lamp?Can you prevent people from outside from coming in?

Bai Miao didn't dare to bet. This soul lamp felt like a decoration, used to test the safety of the room.

It has nothing to do with blocking!

Bai Miao took a deep breath, stood at the door, and asked, "It's closed! Come back tomorrow morning if there's nothing urgent!"

"I need treatment! I lost a lot of blood!"

Are you being so arrogant when you come here to treat a disease?

Bai Miao asked again: "Have you ever come here for treatment before?"

"I bought a blood therapy kit from your clinic! Give me treatment quickly!"

"Okay, I'll treat you."

Cure your bad habits.

Don’t you know how to be gentle with the doctor?

Bai Miao thought and opened the door.

Chapter 11 Reasonable Charges

Outside the door was a panting man with a thick beard.

He was wearing a pointed black top hat and a long leather coat, and his body exuded the smell of blood.

Bai Miao glanced at his right hand, where he was holding a strange-looking weapon.

It has the shape of a scimitar, but the blade is serrated.

There was also a silver-white pistol on his waist.

"Where's the doctor?"

The man asked after seeing that the person who opened the door was Bai Miao.

"The doctor is not here, I will treat you."

"you?"

He snorted, squeezed into the room roughly, and walked towards the second floor.

Bai Miao closed the door. From the blood flowing continuously under his feet, it could be seen that this man was in a desperate situation. He had no other choice but to let Bai Miao treat him.

Bai Miao then went up to the second floor. When the man walked to the operating table, he took out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Bai Miao.

"Give me a blood transfusion for treatment."

It seemed that he still didn't believe in Bai Miao's medical skills and forced Bai Miao to do as he said.

Being pointed at a gun, Bai Miao frowned slightly: "You need to stop the bleeding first before you can transfuse blood, and I also need to see your wound."

"No need, just give me the blood. Hurry up, I don't want to say it a third time!"

"Calm down, I'm the doctor."

Bai Miao was unmoved: "I am responsible for the safety of my patients."

"Haha, you have some courage. No wonder you can work here as a human being."

The man suddenly laughed and put away his gun.

"I've just begun to believe that you are a doctor. If you had just followed my instructions, I might have killed you with one shot, because a doctor cannot let a layman point his finger at you." Yes, I don’t even have this bit of self-confidence, so I don’t dare to let you treat me.”

What a weird temper.

Bai Miao estimated that this was the hunter that Delise mentioned.

The weapons are similar and look human.

"Lie down first and expose the wound."

The man's wound was on his abdomen, with three [-]-centimeter long gashes from his upper left abdomen to his lower right abdomen, almost splitting him open diagonally.

Gurgling blood was flowing out of it.

If it were an ordinary person, the person who was already dead would not be able to die again, but this person could still raise a weapon and walk on his own.

There is no alcohol in the clinic, and Bai Miao estimates that people who can come to this clinic for treatment will not need disinfection.

It's said to be easy to cure. All you need to do is suture the wound and transfuse some blood.

But Bai Miao didn't want to let it go.

"Tsk, tsk, you are more serious than I thought."

Seeing Bai Miao's frown, the man pulled out his gun again: "Can you cure it? Do you believe I will take you with me?"

"It can be cured, but you have to tell how you were injured, right?" Bai Miao took gauze and temporarily wiped the blood so that he could clearly see the lines of the wound. "What if you were poisoned or something special happened?" If you don’t explain your condition clearly, how can you blame me for not curing it?”

"What is there to say? I am a hunter and was injured by an animal while hunting."

"Then have you seen what your prey looks like? Are there any poisons on the claws?"

"I don't know, it was a black thing, very fast. I shot him twice, and the beast ran away after being injured."

Bai Miao nodded slightly: "Then let me stop your bleeding first, and then do a comprehensive examination."

"Just give me a blood transfusion after the bleeding stops. It's so troublesome to check."

Bai Miao just stared into the hunter's eyes: "Are you so sure that you have no other problems? Can it be solved by blood transfusion alone?"

Only then did Bai Miao notice that the hunter's pupils were actually filled with unknown yellow deposits, and his pupils were also somewhat dilated.

After listening to Bai Miao's words, the hunter fell silent. After pondering for a while, he said, "Okay, then show me whether there is any poisoning or other conditions."

Bai Miao didn't know how to judge whether he was poisoned or not. He just casually grabbed the hunter's limbs and observed them.

The hunter's body was very cold, and there was no pulse or heartbeat, as if he were a walking corpse.

"There are many of you? I heard from the residents that you will join the hunt every night, and then disappear in the black mist during the day."

Bai Miao inquired, and did not forget to add: "You'd better keep communicating with me, so that I can judge whether your mental state is normal."

Different from the past, after hearing the words "sane", the hunter's attitude suddenly changed to an extremely cautious one: "I am mentally normal!"

As if to prove it, he eagerly answered Bai Miao's inquiry.

“We have a lot of hunters, a lot of hunters.

"There are monsters in Abyss Street, and those who wander the streets are monsters, and that is the target of our hunting.

"During the day? Is there daytime? I don't remember. I don't know why you saw us disappearing during the day. I was always on Abyss Street.

"You can't kill them all, and you will be resurrected after death, but the blood stones dropped are good things...

"Look, I still remember so many things, and my spirit is still normal."

Bai Miao didn't reply. Is spirit such an important attribute?

Even the hunter who terrified the residents of Abyss Street desperately hoped that his mind would be normal.

But Bai Miao felt that he was probably a little abnormal.

"Ahem, you are indeed normal."

Bai Miao didn't intend to continue irritating him: "Do you have any abnormal colleagues?"

"Colleagues who were not acting abnormally were immediately eliminated."

The hunter replied: "Since I am mentally normal, have you finished all other examinations? Can you give me a blood transfusion as soon as possible?"

He started urging again.

Bai Miao stopped and walked around the operating table.

"The examination is almost over. You are healthy, but do we have to pay the fee first?"

Bai Miao put his hand on the chest of the hunter who was about to sit up: "I don't run this clinic. You know who the owner is. So everything you use needs to be justified by reasonable expenses. You don't want to default on the bill, right?"

"It's reasonable for a sane hunter to earn bloodstones and use the bloodstones to pay for medical expenses, right?"

Bai Miao deliberately emphasized the word "sane".

"How many blood stones?"

"I'll do the math for you.

"A roll of clean sterile gauze requires one blood stone; a bottle of clean blood is worth three blood stones."

"Three? I only need two blood stones if I buy a blood therapy pack myself!"

The hunter looked at Bai Miao angrily: "Are you deliberately raising the price?!"

"Integrity is the basis. The clinic is here. What's the point of lying to you?" Bai Miao shrugged: "The operating expenses for blood transfusions I give you must be included in it. And the doctor is not here recently, so one blood bottle will be used less." , I'm afraid I will collect four to five blood stones from the hunters who come later. By the way, with your blood loss, you will need two bottles of blood."

"In addition to the cost of the examination just now, the cost of the operating room and the cleaning fee of the house, the total is twelve blood stones.

"How about making it cheaper for you, ten blood stones? My price is reasonable, right?"

Chapter 12 Get the gun!

"Reasonable……"

The hunter almost said it through gritted teeth.

That's a lot of money!

But when he thought that he originally needed twelve blood stones, but now only needed ten, he felt that he had taken a lot of advantage.

Especially after hearing that the price of blood bottles became more expensive as time went by, he was even a little happy that he was the first to come.

He didn't care where the plague doctor was.

But the biggest problem right now is.

He couldn't bring out ten blood stones!

The Plague Doctor's clinic is filled with bloodstones of excellent quality, and this is a generally accepted rule.

Someone once wanted to use a blood stone containing some impurities as medical expenses, but the plague doctor cut off part of his body on the spot as compensation.