Magical Strategist

"I don't know..." The ferocious crocodile has superb medical skills and is considered the best doctor in the blood elves. But there is no confidence in Bai Fei's condition.

"I don't know what it means? If you can't save Brother Bai's life, I will kill you!" The cheetah poured out its fire on the crocodile.

"What's the point of killing me? If you can, find the murderer and cut him into pieces!" the crocodile responded.

"What did you say! Don't think I dare not!" The cheetah lost control and drew his sword and pointed it at the crocodile.

Among Bai Fei's subordinates, the most prudent one was the mad lion. He stood up to dissuade him: "You two should calm down for a while. Don't be impulsive, cheetah, and don't say a few words to the crocodile. Now is not the time to fight in the den, but to think about it." There is a way to save the boss. Fierce crocodile, didn’t you say that Brother Bai still has a heartbeat? Then do your best to treat him. No matter whether it is useful or not, you can only treat him like a dead horse. "

"Okay, I'll try my best!" The ferocious crocodile nodded.

"Who the hell did this!" Cheetah roared.

"Lil Real Dragon, yes, it must be him! I can't spare this bastard!" Tiger Shark said angrily.

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On the other side, Pillow arrived in Watson Town with a seriously injured dragon on his back.

The sky was darkening, and a few wisps of smoke dotted the peaceful town of Watson.

As soon as I set foot in the town, I saw the townspeople gathering in groups and talking about it, saying that Watson had been injured.

How much of a man is "Thor" Watson to be injured?

Pillow was very curious, so he stepped forward and asked, and it turned out that it was true. I learned from the townspeople: At noon today, a group of blood elves invaded, and Watson led his people to resist.

"Invasion?" Jasmine felt that something was wrong. This was not an ordinary resistance against the "invaders". You must know that there has never been any conflict between the blood elves and humans. The sensitive Jasmine couldn't help but think of something: According to the information provided by the "Xiahe Branch" of the Shadowsong Guild (an organization that collects important intelligence from all over the world for the Middle-Earth Alliance): In recent days, blood elves have been active on human territory. Moreover, blood elves often hurt people, the most serious one being the "Rhodes Mountain Incident".

She further asked the townspeople: "Where are the casualties?"

"No one seems to have been injured except Mr. Watson. Oh, by the way, Xiaomi and Laodan seem to have received two punches, but they are not serious. Hey, who are you?" The speaker was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. Luo and others couldn't help but become vigilant when they saw this.

Piro said, "Don't worry, we are good people."

The young man glanced at Piro, curled his lips and said, "You have a sinister look, and you have a stern face. You can tell he is not a good person at first glance. He has been in prison, right?"

Pillow: "..."

"But this little loli sister must be a good person." The young man looked at Jasmine lustfully.

"Go, go, that's how you distinguish between good and bad?" Piro said with a gloomy face.

"Hehehehe..." The young man left happily.

Jasmine scolded: "Can you be more serious? After all, you have done intelligence work, and you haven't found such obvious signs? The blood elves have taken action."

Babidi nodded and agreed: "Jasmine's suspicion is not unreasonable. The undead destroyed the demonic holy sword and tore up the peace contract. The blood elves may have secretly contacted the undead."

"Miss Jasmine, I'm sure you're overly worried. The blood elf civil war hasn't subsided yet, so there's no time to invade others. And the undead tribe just got a new leader, and they haven't established a firm foothold yet, let alone threaten us. I said you Yeah, I have to take care of this and check that, I work day and night, my skin color is getting worse day by day, why bother." Piro said disapprovingly.

Jasmine pinched Piro's thigh fiercely and said angrily: "How can you say this? Are you going to beat around the bush and say I'm always wrong?"

Babidi patted Piro on the shoulder and reminded: "We had such a happy chat, why won't your brother be sent to the hospital?"

"Damn, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Piro's face immediately darkened.

The town of Watson is not big, and the hospital is easy to find (actually it is just a small clinic).

There are not many staff inside, but the service is quite enthusiastic. Seeing the dying wounded person coming in, the nurse immediately prepared a stretcher and arranged for an experienced old doctor to treat Zhenlong.

Pillow felt relieved. So I just found an empty seat and sat down.

Before my butt was warm from sitting, a nurse ran over and asked, "Sir, are you a family member of the patient?"

"I'm his brother. Oh, by the way, please help him arrange the best ward. Money is not an issue." Piro said generously.

The nurse was a little embarrassed and said with some lack of confidence: "I'm sorry, sir, I came to you just for this problem, because there is only one ward in our hospital and there are already patients there."

"What! Just one room?" Piro said in surprise.

"I'm really sorry. You know this is a small place. There are usually few people coming to see the doctor, and there are almost no people hospitalized, so..."

"So even the wards are gone? I said, do you still call this a hospital? It doesn't matter if there are fewer staff, but there shouldn't be fewer wards! In case of any emergency, where will you place the injured?" Piro was angry. road.

The nurse was a little unhappy and said in a stronger tone: "This is not a hospital to begin with. Didn't you look at the plaque carefully when you came in? Didn't it say: Watson Clinic?"

"..." Piro's face turned white. Let's just go to the clinic and add the word "small". "What about my brother?"

"There is a large enough space in the backyard where you can temporarily set up a tent." The nurse suggested.

"Nonsense! It makes no sense to let a real dragon live in a tent! Hey, forget it, what's the point of being a woman like you? Where is the ward?" Piro asked.

The nurse quickly asked: "What do you want to do?"

"Ask him to give up the ward." Piro said slightly angrily.

"That patient has a special status, you can't disturb him." The nurse's tone suddenly became tough.

"That's a coincidence. I've always hated people with special status." Piro said.

"Sir, hello..." The nurse kept calling, but Piroll ignored him.

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded: "You are yelling, are you going to let me rest?"

The nurse heard the sound and rushed forward: "I'm sorry, Mr. Watson, there was an unreasonable man who insisted on letting you out of the ward just now, and he refused to listen no matter what he said."

"Who? Where is he?" Watson said angrily. I saw four more scars on his face, as if they were scratched with sharp claws by some beast.

The nurse pointed to Piro not far away and said, "That's him!"

"Is that the flat head? I hate those idle and lazy flat heads the most!" Watson strode away.

Seeing Watson's anger gradually rising, the nurse secretly rejoiced: You were so arrogant just now, just wait to be beaten!

who knew...

When the two people looked at each other, they burst into laughter. Like two old friends reunited after a long separation. The little nurse was dumbfounded by this scene.