Magical Strategist

The real dragon said eagerly: "I don't have time to tell you in detail now, it's more important to save people first!"

"Then follow me back quickly!"

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Andrew Mansion, famous doctors from all over the world will come here every three days.

As soon as she returned home, Irene was immediately taken to treatment by famous doctors.

Parker's study. In the spacious and bright study room, in addition to high-grade marble furniture, there are four large bookshelves. The bookshelves collect a variety of books, including geography, history, literature, and music. These books are naturally not for display. You must know that Parker is a person who loves reading. He is proficient in geography, history, music, poetry, and is quite academic.

Zhenlong and Parker were sitting at the Dali table, and a sweet-looking servant came over with tea.

"Young master, please have some tea!" the maid said delicately.

Parker took the tea cup with a smile and said teasingly: "Miss Rainbow, I like your beauty and temperament more and more."

"Thank you for the compliment, young master," the servant said happily.

Parker took out a gold coin and stuffed it into the servant's pocket, "You should go out first. I have something to discuss with Brother Lille."

Yes!

The maid tiptoed and walked out quietly.

"What kind of trouble are you running into? Are you short of money? If you need money, go to me!" Parker generously took out a pile of gold coins and slapped them in front of the real dragon.

Facing the gold coins on the table, the real dragon just glanced at them for a moment without any interest.

"What happened?" Parker asked again.

"That's right, after we separated that day..."

Parker listened carefully and patiently to Zhenlong's statement. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he laughed, sometimes he sighed, sometimes he cursed angrily. This experience was quite wonderful.

After listening to the statement, Parker exclaimed: "I didn't expect you to go through so many things in just one month... So how are you going to deal with Miss Irene's matter?"

The real dragon replied: "Let her recover as soon as possible first. What to do after recovery is her business and has nothing to do with me. As for her asking who saved her, just say it was a blood elf named "Zi" .”

"Why? You were obviously the one who saved her!" Parker asked in confusion.

"I don't want to have anything to do with the blood elves anymore. Saving her today is a favor to her. From now on, no one owes anyone." said the real dragon.

Parker gave a thumbs up and praised: "Brother Lille is so righteous, I admire him! I will definitely do what you tell me, don't worry."

"Thank you! I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave now."

"Brother Leer, don't be too busy to leave. We finally got together. I'm going to prepare wine and food. How about drinking and composing poems together tonight?" Parker persuaded.

How could a real dragon have the leisure and elegance to drink wine and write poems? He just wanted to stay away from Irene. A woman's mind is a real dragon. It's like a thunderstorm that changes at a moment's notice.

Now that the favor has been repaid, there is no sense of debt in my heart. In addition, Irene hasn't woken up yet. How long will it take if I don't leave now? So, he declined politely: "I appreciate Brother Parker's kindness. It's really not convenient to stay here this time. Anyway, I can come and leave this midway hall whenever I want. There will be plenty of opportunities to drink and write poems in the future."

Having made up his mind to leave, Parker no longer forced him to stay. "That's fine. If you have any difficulties in the future, just ask. As long as I can help you within my ability... let's go, I'll give you a ride."

Parker put his arm around Zhenlong's shoulders, and the two good friends walked towards the door while talking and laughing.

Before they reached the gate, they saw a middle-aged man in a white gown running over quickly. It should be Andrew's family's personal doctor.

"Brother, please stay, please stay!" The doctor looked flustered, as if he had urgent things to report.

"What's wrong with Dr. Hobby? Why is it so urgent?" Parker asked.

Dr. Hobby is a well-known figure in the medical field, with superb medical skills and rich experience. Such an experienced doctor shouldn't be so panicked.

Hobi gasped and said, "The young lady is seriously injured and has a persistent high fever. If she is not treated properly, her life may be in danger!"

Aren't you a doctor? What's the use of saying this to a layman like me! The real dragon looked at him with wide eyes.

"What's going on? Could it be that Miss Irene's injuries are beyond your ability?" Parker asked.

Hobi said again: "Well, that's not the case! The problem is that the lady refused to take off her clothes and let me clean the wounds. Not only that, she also injured several doctors. So, little brother, can you We cannot advise this young lady. If she continues to delay, even God will not be able to save her when the poison spreads throughout her body."

Is there such a thing? The real dragon was completely speechless.

"Unfortunately, it seems you can't leave." Parker said helplessly.

"What is that woman thinking? What matters more is life or face! Doctor, take me to have a look." Zhenlong had no choice but to follow Dr. Hobi to the infirmary.

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Ouch, ouch, oh my god...

Just as they arrived at the door of the infirmary, they heard the painful groans of three injured doctors.

Dr. Hobby said: "This young lady is so powerful that a kick from her would cost us half our lives. To be honest, none of us dare to approach her. After all, there are differences between men and women. I guess that lady Most likely he did this because he didn’t want outsiders to see his body.”

The real dragon asked: "Are there any female doctors?"

Hobi said: "Yes, yes, but the female doctor has gone out with the master and will not come back before dark. If her wound is not treated properly before dark, the consequences will be disastrous."

The real dragon let out a long sigh and said, "What do you need me to do?"

Hobi said: "Brother, if you are familiar with her, you might as well treat her."

I? The real dragon was shocked.

Hobby continued: "Actually, this young lady's injury is not difficult to treat. You only need to squeeze out the poisonous blood from the wound, then sprinkle this powder on it and fix it with a bandage."

"I know, I'll give it a try."

In fact, it didn't take Hobi to tell the real dragon that he had been treated by this primitive method when he was bitten by a poisonous wolf.

When it comes to disinfection and bandaging, Zhenlong can't be said to be experienced, but he does know a little bit. Now he is not worried about how to deal with the wound, but will Irene treat him like other doctors?

If he was cruel enough, the real dragon could just walk away. What does it have to do with whether Irene lived or died? But he is exactly not this kind of person.

The real dragon walked into the dark infirmary alone. The smell of alcohol stimulated his sense of smell. In fact, Irene's bed was only ten steps away from him, but it took a long time.

The green robe Irene was wearing was stained with blood and tattered. She was no longer as arrogant and cool as usual. Her facial muscles were tightly squeezed together, presumably enduring the severe pain caused by the wound.