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Before the investigators reacted, it was a race against time during this period.

Two or three minutes later, at a distance of less than 3 meters, Weston walked into the hospital. This hospital is not big, and it should be called a clinic more appropriately.

Facing the doctor sitting at the front desk, he immediately took out a stack of banknotes and threw it on the doctor's desk: "I need an operation immediately."

The young doctor was playing with the coin in the white coat, and it fell to the ground with a loud clang.

"Huh?" The young doctor sitting in the clinic was startled by a pile of money thrown on the table early in the morning. Shouldn't the doctor check the body first?

Weston didn't talk too much nonsense with him, and directly lifted his clothes.

The gauze wrapped around Weston's waist was completely dyed red.The young doctor suddenly showed a look of surprise: "This kind of injury..."

He didn't doubt at all that the man in front of him under the gauze had been disembowelled, but he just wondered why this guy was still conscious with such a wound.

"Understood, follow me." He didn't ask Weston how he got this injury, nor did he ask about his identity.Maybe there was money to shut him up, or maybe it was an instinctive feeling that Weston was not easy to mess with.

The two entered the operating room at the back together.

Two hours later, the young doctor put aside the blood-stained scalpel, wiped his sweat and said to Weston on the operating table, "It's done, how do you feel now..."

The process is not easy, but very bad.This man... is definitely not a simple character.He actually used nerve paralyzing medicine on his wound, and judging from the condition of the wound, it had been at least two days.

"It's a lot easier," Weston sat up. Although it didn't affect his movement, the faint post-operative pain in his abdomen made him frown slightly: "But it still hurts."

"This is normal. I'll help you remove the nerve paralyzing medicine from your internal organs. Then you just need to go home and have a good rest. Remember to eat more blood-enriching food. Your blood loss has clearly surpassed shock state, but there is still consciousness." The young doctor looked at him and said cautiously.

He had some guesses in his mind... He didn't just receive ordinary patients here, there were also ghouls.If it is a ghoul, it is true that it will not faint.

"is it?"

"Remember to drink more blood supplements. If you come back to this situation next time, I can't help it." He said this out of a doctor's morality, and of course, the remuneration for this operation is basically the same as his. The reason why I don't have to go to the clinic again for a month is in it.

"I won't be coming again."

This kind of defeat was not a one-on-one defeat, but a defeat in a group battle. He didn't want to experience this kind of experience a second time.

After getting off the operating table, Weston got dressed and patted him on the shoulder before leaving: "Thank you."

"No, no need..."

"However, let's make a deal!" Weston placed a scalpel on the doctor's neck with one hand.

"Huh?" The young doctor didn't react to this sudden change of painting style, and waved his hands with cold sweat on his face: "Brand, deal?"

"I'll give you my clothes. You give me your white coat and 500 yen coins. Fair enough?"

"I don't want it anymore...here, here you are!" The young doctor quickly took off his white coat: "This is all for you."

Weston took off his clothes, put on his clothes and took out five coins from his pocket: "I'm not that kind of person, it's just an emergency. Fighting against the doctor will not end well, will it?"

Next, it's time to go to the station and take the subway to leave the eleventh district, Weston thought to himself.

Looking at Weston's leaving back, the young doctor heaved a sigh of relief.Beside the TV on one side, a face that suddenly appeared on the morning news overlapped with that figure.

"Ah, Ashura...?"

……

About half an hour later, 8:30.

The shopping street of the subway station in the [-]th district.

At the entrance of a bookstore at a station, a big slogan reads [Ms. Izumi Takatsuki’s new work is on sale - "The Hanging MacGuffin" offline autograph session! 】

Some people learned about the updated homepage of Shunji Shioya, the editor of Xiangying Club, on the Internet yesterday, so today they will release new books at the station bookstore in the [-]th district and hold an offline autograph session with book friends. There is already a long queue.

"Teacher, please, please sign this book for me." The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl looked at Takatsuki Izumi, who was almost as petite as him, with a flushed face, and handed out Takatsuki Izumi's "Black Goat's Egg".

Grass-green hair, a faint decadent atmosphere, and the hair doesn't seem to have been carefully taken care of, but... Sure enough, only people with this special temperament can write such a cruel and unstoppable world, right?The story of a mother named 'Black Goat' and her child surviving in the world of ghouls and humans.

"It's...your signature." Izumi Takatsuki handed it back with a smile after signing his name.

"Thank you." The girl turned and left excitedly holding the book, and it was the next turn soon.

While Takatsuki Izumi was signing, the people waiting in line walked away 10 minutes after the first batch in the morning had ended.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and Izumi Takatsuki glanced aimlessly at the aisle leading to the ticket office of the station. Many investigators were already on standby, whispering, 'I found Asura in the ramen restaurant', 'He seems to be still alive. Went to the hospital', 'I'm going to leave here now, can we let him pass'

Hearing these words, Takatsuki Izumi was speechless.

Ahh... that guy is such an idiot.She asked Ye Lu to go to the third station to help him stop the investigator who was pursuing him, but this guy was still found.

The autograph session she held today was deliberately waiting on the sidelines.It's going to be hard if that guy doesn't show up.

"Yaoya, please take a look at it for a while."

"But what will people do later?"

"Please."

Izumi Takatsuki got up, and with a body less than 1.6 meters, came to the backstage of the bookstore, where the GPS for the location of the mobile phone was placed.

The target locked by the red dot on the screen made her feel slightly taken aback.

Seems like the guy... is here.

"Don't move, Miss Writer, you have been kidnapped."