The rumors of alienation ended successfully. Even if the mastermind behind the scenes was not found, the cleanup of the group promoted the reputation of the sheep. The members, despite the gaze of Furuzawa Qianjima, could still recall the training some time ago and quickly ended this time. meeting, for fear that he would come up with another idea to challenge them.
He originally thought that there would be no further follow-up, but he didn't know why. Furuzawa Qiandao was awakened by the chill on his body in the middle of the night. The feeling of dizziness and weakness in his limbs made him familiar and frightened.
——He suddenly developed a high fever for no apparent reason.
Perhaps it was caused by the sudden use of high-intensity superpowers during the day. No wonder I felt vaguely exhausted at that time. Now that I think about it, my physical strength was probably exhausted at that moment, which led to the sudden excessive fatigue?
Should he be lucky that this side effect was delayed?
It's okay. There are some antipyretic drugs in the sheep's warehouse now. Although it is a small amount, I check it every day and there is always no shortage...
Furuzawa Qianjima walked in a daze, and slowly turned to the room used as a warehouse. He searched around but couldn't find the corresponding antipyretic medicine. Only then did he suddenly remember that due to the recent increase in fighting, Yokohama In order to stop losses in time, many normal clinics and pharmacies have urgently closed their stores for rest. Even some special channels have been affected for fear of offending a certain party.
Although you can buy some daily medicines in black clinics and some gray areas, because the prices are generally several times higher than normal, and the risk of a trip is higher, the members in charge of logistics at Yang rarely consider this direction. Naturally, some drugs are missing.
"I've been too careless recently..." Furuzawa Qiandao had no choice but to put his arm with a lower body temperature on his forehead to relieve the discomfort, then turned around and decided to ask the member in charge of logistics for help first.
The vague black shadow in front of him gave him a bad premonition, and he wanted to leave quickly, but due to his already weak limbs, he was suddenly hit by dizziness and fainting that invaded his brain the next moment.
The moment his eyes went dark, Furuzawa Qiandao didn't know if it was his imagination, but there was a dark figure standing at the door.
——I hope it is a member of the vigil who comes to check...so that I won't be burned to death directly.
"Qiandao?!"
The blur of consciousness caused by high fever caused people to fall to the ground, but the occasional consciousness still existed. During the few times he woke up, Furuzawa Qiandao heard hazy voices, some of which were from anxious members. They all seemed to be because of I have never encountered many times when my fever refused to go away, and I was anxious and helpless.
"...Why is there no antipyretic medicine? What are the logistics doing at ordinary times!"
"Have you forgotten that the fighting has become more serious recently! It's too dangerous everywhere! We are also taking risks when we go shopping!"
"How about we see if any clinics are still open..."
"But the black clinic is too dangerous. You have to walk through two fire zones to get to the nearest one."
The logistics members held the newly replaced wet cloth in their hands. They were more anxious than anyone else, "What to do...the temperature will not go down. If this continues..."
"Brother Qiandao, are you going to die like this? I heard that Sister Huima also died like this before..."
At this time, Zhongyuan Zhongya stood up from his position against the wall, brushed aside the group of children surrounding him and strode over. His tone showed determination and undeniable coldness, "I'll take Qiandao to see a doctor. You guys stay quietly." Here, if you haven’t caused any trouble recently, you won’t have any problems if you just stay here.”
"But--"
"Otherwise, what else can we do? I can't tie the doctor here."
Nakahara Chuuya said, pulling up Furuzawa Qiandao and putting on an extra layer of his coat. While muttering in his mind why the other party had grown so much in three years but he was still close to 1.6 meters, he used his special ability to directly Pick up the person and fly out of the window.
There are not many clinics open late at night, but you can still find some. Nakahara Zhongya originally wanted to go directly to the nearest clinic. At least occasionally, they would take care of these people, and they were related to each other. .
But he didn't know what the Port Mafia was doing tonight. The fighting was so fierce that several areas were covered in smoke and bullets at the same time. He didn't want to go directly through those places. This would be regarded as a provocation, so he just I was able to take a detour, but it wasn't long before I found myself near Leibo Street.
At that moment, his face was a little tangled. It wasn't that there were no clinics nearby, but that the ones that could be opened here were not easy to talk to, and their medical skills were even less guaranteed.
Moreover, he had noticed that Furuzawa Qiandao had paid attention to a clinic nearby. The doctor inside was actually the old and immortal chief physician of the Port Mafia. If he was not good, he would be involved with that group of people.
But there are too many hot spots around, and once you leave Sheep's territory, you won't necessarily encounter doctors who are capable of ruthless tactics.
Just when Zhongyuan Zhong was wondering whether to find another place, an unexpected figure appeared in the distance.
"Huh? Is there anyone out there at this late hour?" The voice sounded like a hoarse middle-aged man. He took a few steps closer to let others see his figure clearly, "It's not safe around here... By the way, there's a fight going on all around, so why are you still here?" Are there any children running over?"
When Zhongyuan Zhongya's vigilant eyes came into contact with the visitor's slightly messy and worn white coat, he slightly put away his sharp aura and asked: "Hey, are you a doctor?"
The other party did not answer immediately, but looked at it for a while, then nodded and replied: "Yes, I have opened a small clinic nearby. Is the child you are holding sick?"
"Is there any medicine to reduce high fever? If there is, you can just bring it over and you won't have to go to the clinic. The sheep will pay you later." Nakahara Chuya stood still.
"Sheep? You sound very young..." The other party seemed to be still hesitating, but the pair of pupils flickering faintly in the darkness were like snakes seeing prey, staring closely at the two children, "But that superpower , you are the 'King of Sheep' Zhongyuan Zhongya, right?"
Feeling the heat coming from the skin close to his own from Furuzawa Qiandao, Nakahara Chuya couldn't help but smacked his lips, and the ground beneath his feet cracked slightly, "What do you want?"
The other party stepped forward as if confirming, allowing others to see his appearance clearly.
"The other party's condition doesn't look very good. Are you sure it's just a fever?" He frowned, his eyes falling on Furuzawa Qiandao, who was motionless except for uneven breathing. "The complications of some acute illnesses are very similar to those of a fever. You can’t tell just by looking at it.”
He looked like a kind-hearted doctor who cared deeply about his patients.
He looked at Nakahara Chuuya again, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Don't be so nervous. After all, I am also a doctor, and I still have the minimum medical ethics. And why should I have trouble with a person with supernatural powers? Of course, I don't What will happen to the patient?"
Nakahara Chuya believed his words for the time being. The main thing now was Furuzawa Qiandao's condition, so he raised his chin and let him lead the way.
"By the way, my surname is Sen."
The footsteps that were originally following behind him paused for a moment, but Mori Ogai had no intention of turning back and continued walking forward leisurely.
"Although I am currently treating the leader of the Port Mafia, who is not doing something they have to do in order to survive?"
The doctor with dark hair and unkempt smile looked back at him, "Others... let's go to the clinic first. The child I adopted has gone to who knows where. You can let him rest alone in my lounge for the time being. , your companion seems to be in urgent need of fever relief."
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So when Furuzawa Qiandao opened his eyes, what he saw was not the familiar shabby ceiling of the stronghold, but a dark hospital ceiling, and he was still a little confused.
He sat up slowly and saw the infusion tube on the back of his right hand, and then saw the blue partition curtain next to him, and later realized which hospital he had been sent to.
"Oh, the fever has gone down?" A figure appeared behind the curtain. It seemed that he just asked a question, but did not expect to hear an answer and continued to clean the tools in his hand.
——Furuza Qiandao felt this way before hearing this voice.
The sound of surgical tools being cleaned and colliding with each other in the pool made the person who had just regained consciousness a little confused about the situation. For a moment, he could only suppress the panic in his heart and responded dryly.
"Now that you're awake, I'll inform Nakahara-kun that you can come and pay the reward." Mori Ogai's words were filled with a familiar concern, but the second half of the sentence may make people who don't know better feel that he is just a person. Just an ordinary black doctor.
It's a pity that Furuzawa Qiandao doesn't think so. Now he only has a chilling feeling of horror down his spine. He doesn't want to appear in front of such a script master anyway. If it is directly revealed that he knows the other party's next plan, it will be enough for the other party to find a way. Kill yourself.
"What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere else? I think your face still looks very bad."
While his thoughts were flowing, Mori Ogai had quietly appeared in front of him. He opened the curtain, looked at Furuzawa Qiandao, and said something worried.
Furuzawa Qiandao frowned and subconsciously faced the other person, "No, there are no other questions. Thank you very much, Mr. Doctor. Can I leave now?"
"Just call me Mr. Mori. As for leaving, that's not possible right now," Mori Ogai smiled brightly and stood at a certain distance. "Although I have Nakahara-kun's guarantee, it's better not to run around without confirmation." It would be better... Speaking of which, you seem to know me? Have we met? "
"I heard before that there is a black doctor who is responsible for treating the old leader of the port mafia. I often observe you around here, Mr. Mori." Furuzawa Qiandao's hand under the quilt tightened slightly, and his tone returned to calmness. .
In short, don't act rashly now. After all, it's normal to be wary of strangers. I couldn't avoid passers-by when I patrolled the surroundings before. It's normal anyway.
"I see - it seems that it was not my illusion at that time. I kept feeling like someone was staring at me or something... In that case, you must have seen a lot of things, right?" Mori Ogai's tone always carries a hint of meaning. Pointed leisurely.
It's really tiring to talk to this kind of person.
Furuza Qiandao sighed and said, "Are you referring to your adopted son? I know, why, can't he see people?"
"Don't say that, that kid is very smart." After he finished speaking, he sighed worriedly, "You had a high fever last night, and it was the kid named Nakahara Chuuya who took you away. I met him on the way. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked him to take you to my clinic for treatment. Speaking of which, he is about the same age as that child. You look a little older, but in the eyes of an older person like me, they are all the same. .”
"When I see children like you who are about the same age, I think, is this child too lonely? He has never seen anyone else except me..."
