Kelsen ran all the way and finally arrived at his clinic. He hid the mask in the safe and put on a suit of clothes, preparing to go around to Father Peter. If the other party is still breathing, I don't mind secretly adding a dose of poison, but I will never let him be revived by the Psalm Church.
As long as he dies, the lower area will turn into a mess. What does the epidemic doctor do? What does it have to do with me, Kelson?
Kelsen quickly prepared a highly toxic potion that could kill in one second, drew the syringe and hid it in his cuff. Just as he was about to walk out of the door, the door was pushed open first.
Kelsen looked up and saw that it was Nadia carrying something.
She was not in a good condition at the moment. The Blazing Wings on her back had long disappeared, and the old knight armor on her body was dented in all directions. Blood flowed from her forehead into her eyes, dyeing her beautiful face bright red. His right hand hangs weakly by his side, and his right leg is also somewhat deformed, and the sword is missing.
Nadiya was also slightly shocked when she saw it was Kelsen. Then he quickly placed the things he was carrying on the emergency chair in the hall:
"Doctor Kelson, please save Father Peter."
Kelsen felt nervous and asked calmly: "Miss Nadiya, how did you know that I opened a clinic here?"
"I don't know, but I asked people nearby if there is a black market clinic here." Nadia wiped the blood from her forehead with an anxious expression: "Save the priest first."
Kelsen couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It seemed that his identity had not been exposed. He looked at Peter who was turning blue. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes were full of mockery. Even if you were lucky, it fell into my hands in the end. It seems that I, Kelsen, had better luck.
Peter also saw Kelson at this moment, his eyes bulging, trying desperately to identify him as the dead plague doctor. But the poison had paralyzed his body. At this moment, Peter couldn't even open his mouth. After holding it in for a long time, only a black blood bubble came out of his nose.
"It seems that he was poisoned very seriously." Kelson shook his head pretending to be regretful: "There is no way to save her, so why not deal with Miss Nadia's injuries first?"
Nadiya bit her lower lip, looked at Peter who was staring desperately, and made up her mind: "Can you let the priest say a few words for the time being?"
Kelsen looked at Peter who was about to die. As long as he didn't do anything, the fat man would die in ten minutes at most. This was also a safe way to catch up. But as a time traveler, he planned to do something more interesting.
"You are so kind. Yes, it would be nice to leave a last message." Kelsen walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a few test tubes and mixed them: "I will try my best."
Soon, a tube of medicine was prepared. Kelsen took out a syringe, drew a few milliliters, and then injected it into Peter's vein while looking at him with murderous eyes. Soon the drug took effect on Peter's body, and he was surprised to find that he really had the strength to open his mouth.
He didn't have time to think about why Kelson was suddenly so kind, so he opened his mouth quickly. After coughing twice in a row, he finally worked hard to reveal Kelson's identity.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, his vocal cords tightened.
"Gah!"
"Gah?" Kelson pretended to be confused and kept stroking his chin: "What do you mean? Are you trying to express something?"
Nadia also felt confused for a while. She reached out and grabbed Peter's shoulders and stared into his eyes: "Father Peter, can you make it clearer?"
Peter's face turned red from suppressing it, and then started to turn green again. His lips trembled and he opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he remained silent. Then his face turned gray, and after breathing like a bellows, he twitched violently twice, opened his eyes and died.
Kelson suppressed his laughter and gave a long, artificial sigh: "Father Peter also died in the line of duty. He was such a devout believer."
Nadia looked at the hideous dead Peter, and she silently stretched out her hand to close his eyes: "Thank you, Doctor Kelson."
"It's a pity that we still couldn't save him." Kelson opened the door of the operating room: "Let's deal with the wound first, Miss Nadia."
"Um."
Only when he actually started to deal with Nadiya's wounds did Kelsen understand how strong the body of a five-ring extraordinary person was. Five ribs were broken, and one was pierced into the lower lobe of the lung. Internal organs were bleeding to varying degrees. The right arm suffered a comminuted fracture, the muscles were torn, and the bones of the right leg were dislocated.
In this way, this woman was able to carry Peter back before her, and she didn't say a word as if nothing was wrong. She was truly a superhuman being.
Kelsen first used potions and rituals to stop the internal bleeding, and then began to use alchemical repair equipment to glue Nadia's bones together inch by inch.
The severe pain from the bonding was no less than the severe pain from crushing the bones inch by inch, but Nadiya did not blink her eyes and did not even hum. She was simply the cruelest of cruel people.
"If it hurts, I'll move more gently." Kelsen looked at the sweat on Nadiya's forehead and asked casually.
"I can bear it." Nadia smiled: "I have been a judge for six years, and I am used to this level of injuries."
Kelsen shook his head, and he still admired this female inquisitor in his heart. She looked to be in her twenties, and she was afraid that she had been wandering on the edge of life and death since she was a teenager. But Malachi is really fierce, and it shows no mercy at all to hammer someone into this state.
"Please chat with me to distract your attention." Nadia looked at the ceiling: "For example, why did Dr. Kelsen think of opening a clinic in the lower area?"
Kelsen kept his hands on his hands and answered casually: "Invited by a friend, the last black doctor died and got into trouble with the gang. And I am very short of money. After all, my family is poor, and I spend a lot of money on socializing in the upper class."
"Can you make a lot of money as a doctor on the black market?"
"Not bad. Those who hunt evil creatures to harvest materials and collect blasphemy. They need treatment and cannot go to the church to throw themselves into a trap. They just think they have earned money and come to me to pay an insurance premium."
Nadia suddenly straightened up, her brows furrowed in anger: "How could they do such a thing? This is a crime. It is precisely because of their unprofessional hunting of evil creatures that they have a breeding ground, and blasphemies are also flowing freely. Harmful to society."
"Then what do you want them to do?" Kelsen stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at Nadia: "The people in this place are third-class citizens, without any livelihood, and they still bear the Exploitation by the Kongsborne nobles and the church! If they don’t do these things, are they waiting to starve to death at home?”
Nadiya and Kelson looked at each other. After a long time, she still looked away guiltily.
Kelsen also calmed down and continued to clean her wounds.
