Chapter 379 Old Blue: Doctor, I'm afraid of pain. Can you give me general anesthesia? What? No anesthesia?!
"Old sir, today's operation is crucial. Please cooperate." The well-known surgeon Alan Kress adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke very solemnly to the old man on the hospital bed.

Old Blue threw down the book "Storm Heights" and said expectantly:
"Okay, okay, are you going to sew it up for me? To be honest, I also think that the wound should be filled with something, so I'll trouble you, Doctor Allen."

Dr. Allen nodded seriously. This was the most difficult period in his career. He felt that his luck had been very bad recently. No, it was extremely bad!

I had already had an operation go wrong, which almost caused irreversible consequences. Then I fell down the stairs and fractured my right leg! Fortunately, it was not serious. After a period of treatment with plaster, it no longer affects my ability to hold the scalpel again!
The old man's injuries were equally serious, but not complicated! It was just a simple stitch! I could do it! If something unexpected happened again this time... Ha, I would probably have to resign, right?
Alan waved his hand and asked the blonde nurse to help the old man lie on the cart. Then he took heavy steps and led the way to the bright operating room.

He took a deep breath, put on the "mask" invented and prescribed by Emperor Roselle, put on a blue gown, and expertly counted the surgical instruments on the table beside him:

"Axon's Model 3 scalpel, hemostatic forceps, scissors... hacksaw, iron axe... hand drill... special axe for craniotomy..."

Old Bruce admired the blonde nurse's figure until she changed into a loose gown and put on a mask before lying down. He couldn't help but sigh:
"As expected of a famous surgeon, you only have one assistant. I guess you are also the anesthesiologist and pharmacist, right? You are truly an all-rounder."

Doctor Allen threaded the catgut into the suture needle and asked in confusion:
"Anesthesiologist? No, we don't have this profession in our hospital. Rumor has it that some private hospitals in Backlund have this service, but I think that's just a rumor, because those hospitals are still using the very backward 'bloodletting therapy'... That completely deviates from medical common sense and is absolutely unreliable. Old sir, you must distinguish clearly in the future and don't be fooled by them."

"..." Old Blue's expression changed again and again. Isn't bloodletting therapy the specialty of the vampires? Vampire anesthetic gas? Damn! In other words, there is no anesthesia here, and the knife is used directly? ! He shuddered. Damn it, no wonder surgeons of this era are described as butchers! Surviving an operation depends entirely on a miracle? ! No anesthesia, only relying on fainting from the pain? !

Old Bruce stood up and tried to escape from the operating room silently, but a pair of seemingly weak but extremely powerful hands pressed on his shoulders. The old man turned his head and saw the blonde nurse with eyes like crescent moons, saying in a sweet voice: "No, you have already agreed to the operation~"

"..." Old Bruce lay down again, staring blankly at the ceiling. So that's how it is. This assistant... is really qualified...

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Joe Wood District.

After get off work, Fors did not immediately return to her "home" in the North District. Instead, she came to the house she and Xio had rented before. The lease here had not expired yet, and she did not need the prepaid rent, so the house was still empty and there was no next tenant.

She came to her room on the second floor and dragged out a somewhat old suitcase from under the bed. She sat on the bed and looked at it silently. The memories that had been hidden deep inside her could not help but surge up. Her seriously ill mother, her father who had gone to the southern continent to start a new family...

She opened the box, took out a letter, and tore it to pieces after just one look. It was the last letter her father had sent her, containing a hint of apology to her and proof of property transfer.

She counted her mother's belongings in the box, then closed the box, carefully picked it up, and left the house. She was truly going "home."

But Fors somehow came to the street not far away, near the home of the old lady who led her into the extraordinary world. There were sycamore trees with falling leaves on both sides of the street, and it was very quiet compared to other streets. Her heart was filled with waves, and she walked towards House 39, which was where the kind old lady lived. It had been three years, so there should be a new tenant there, right?

After a while, she saw an old man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black hat standing at the door of the house, ringing the doorbell with a puzzled look. The old man had obviously realized that there was no one inside. He subconsciously looked around and immediately found Fors who was standing not far away and looking over here. He hurriedly took a step forward and smiled gently and eagerly:
"Beautiful lady, do you live in this neighborhood? Do you know Roberto and Anlisa?"

Fors carefully recounted some of the events, and when the old man said that he was the brother of Mrs. Anlisa's husband, she went to the coffee shop nearby and explained the details one by one, of course, with the exception of Feifan.

She then told the old man that both of them were buried in Green Cemetery, and then she left.

In fact, she already had some guesses about the identities of Mrs. Anlisa and the old man. They should be members of the mysterious "Abraham Family"... But Mrs. Anlisa treated her so well, so she decided not to bring trouble to them.

Fors carried her suitcase and got on a rented carriage back to her home in the North District. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled the tempting aroma of food. She couldn't help but salivate and said in high spirits:

"I am back!"

A short person came out of the kitchen. It was the blonde Xio. She held a chicken foot in her left hand and two large shrimps in her right hand. She seemed to be chewing something and muttered:
"Fors, why are you back so late? What did you get? Food? Well, let me help you get it." As she said this, she put the chicken feet towards her friend's mouth, trying to pick up the suitcase with her greasy hands.

Fors quickly dodged and said:
"I told you I'm going back to my old house to get something. Uh, you eat first! I haven't washed my hands yet! By the way, did you wash your hands when you came back?"

Xio was stunned for a moment, then swallowed the food in his mouth before saying:

"Of course! Klein wouldn't let me take food without washing my hands! Hey, are you two too hygienic? Have you been infected with mysophobia?"

Klein came out carrying a plate of bright red prawns and said with a smile:
"Two hundred years ago, Emperor Roselle required the people of Trier to wash their hands... As the people of the new era of Loen, we can't fall behind, right? Washing hands frequently can prevent most bacteria from entering the body through food, and reduce many common diseases..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Who is the professional clinic doctor?" Fors said unconvincedly. Then she seemed to remember something and said to Klein:

"By the way, help me do a 'reverse divination' later. Hmm, it should be this, right?"

(End of this chapter)