I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

Father Joel finally confirmed afterwards that the strange doctor introduced by the relatives of the previous priest was indeed a good doctor with superb medical skills.

It didn't seem long before he cured the extremely serious patient. After he came out, he told everyone that the root of the disease had been eliminated and the patient was out of danger.

——Is this... so fast?

The priest almost thought that the plague was such an easy solution.It was impossible no matter what he thought, but when he saw the patient, he found that his complexion was rosy, and he was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

"Because of the special situation this time, I couldn't delay it, so I used some special methods that I wouldn't normally use. I hope you don't mind, haha."

The doctor smiled and explained that explaining is equal to not explaining.

Father Joel (dumb): "Oh? Oh, oh..."

The details that ordinary people can't understand don't matter anymore. When the old priest examined the patient and was shocked, he glanced sideways and saw the two children he was worried about surrounding the strange doctor, chatting excitedly, Probably because I was overwhelmed and impressed during the process of watching and learning, and I couldn't stop worshiping.

"This, is really..."

Father Joel thought about it, and even began to think that this doctor should be very good.

Giotto and G are what he watched growing up.

It is difficult for orphans without adult care to survive to adulthood in a place like a slum. The priest takes pity on such poor children and has always tried his best to give them some help.

Among them, the combination of teenagers who depend on each other is the most prominent.

Father Joel was sure a long time ago that Giotto was an unusual child, his nature was different from other children, he was precocious and intelligent, and he had his own unique ideas.

G is not that weird, he is wary and repulsive to strangers, but the kindness in his heart is aroused by this companion, which makes him become a little "weird" occasionally.

Someone who can gain the trust of such two children...

"These medicinal materials I brought, please boil them and distribute them to the people who live near that well. Although it is confirmed that this person is the only one who is infected, it is better to be safe."

The doctor left behind the three big bags that he had brought with him when he came. They really contained medicinal materials, and there were quite a few that Father Joel couldn't recognize at all.

He explained the cooking time, temperature and other precautions in detail again, and then left in a hurry like when he came, and it is said that he still has to deal with the remaining problems of the well water.

"Father Joel, I will trouble you with this matter, let's go first!"

The teenagers also hurriedly dropped these words and hurriedly followed the doctor away, their backs looked full of energy and full of energy.

Immediately afterwards, the kind gentleman who introduced the doctor politely left. In a blink of an eye, only the priest stood quietly in the dilapidated church.

There were no other voices, as if the others had never been there.

Oh no.

The few packages of medicine left behind, as well as the patients who have recovered, are the perfect proof.

The priest felt guilty for his initial doubts, and he also realized very clearly that the doctor left the medicine with him instead of distributing it himself. It should be because he was worried that people would not believe him, so he entrusted it to himself.

Thinking about it this way, I felt that Father Joel, who had glimpsed the truth, felt even more guilty and moved.

"God, this is a truly selfless man with a noble heart. If I don't publish his achievements, I will have a bad conscience and be ashamed of God."

"That's right." The priest said to himself, obviously determined: "I will gather people together, tell them the terrible news, and tell them about the risk and dedication that Dr. Cyril has done for us."

That's it, Father Joel, who made up his mind, took action in a hurry. It was the first time he had made such a big move since he took office here.

People in the slums trusted the old priest very much, so they were easily gathered by him.Dr. Cyril's feat was also spread through the mouths of the priest and the cured patients to the ears of people whose legs couldn't help but were stunned.

"My God."

"God!"

For a while, everyone seemed to only be able to say these two words.

After that...

Ok.

Dr. Cyril's clinic, which had been empty for a month or two, finally ushered in an unprecedented peak of visits.

Thanks to Father Joel, and to the patients who had the courage to come to him for treatment. So far, whether the clinic will be declared closed because no one has come to it-this headache problem is finally no longer a problem.

However, Cyril would never thank the vicious person who leaked the virus at will.

"Didn't those crazy guys get retribution? No one can deal with them? Damn, it's too much, if I have the ability, I really want to—"

"Ahem, G, stop talking."

"What? Giotto, what are you pulling me for?"

"About the question of whether those guys have been cleaned up... well, I think it's obvious."

"Huh? You mean—who? Who did it? And how do you know? Hey Giotto, you're making that look again."

In fact, Giotto, who just wanted to laugh without saying a word, touched his face, but his eyes passed over G, and quietly turned to the blond young man who was arranging medicinal materials in the pharmacy.

Look at the expression, um, they really look alike.

"Doctor Cyril, aren't you going to go out this afternoon?"

asked Giotto.

"I'm not going out anymore. There are more and more patients recently, and I'm almost too busy."

The movement of Cyril's hands did not stop, only a soft voice came to the back: "Giotto, can I trouble you to boil a pot of water for me? G, it seems that a patient has come to the door, please go to the door to have a look, I will wait Come over in a moment."

"Okay, doctor."

"Oh, let's go."

The teenagers who were sitting in the pharmacy sneaking away from their busy schedule agreed, and then went to do their own things.

The bell hanging on the door jingled non-stop, the door opened, and a worried face appeared from outside.

"Please come in—"

G, who ran past quickly, yelled in time, which probably didn't frighten the patient.

"Please, please, Doctor Cyril..."

The patient stepped in cautiously, and spoke timidly.

She saw the red-haired boy coming out of the room next to the wall, and she couldn't help but look into the clinic.Therefore, she then saw that the man sitting behind the desk should be a doctor——

"Ah, are you a doctor?"

"Well, hello, I..."

"Not that! Really, Mr. Merlin, don't take the position of Dr. Cyril and misunderstand the patients!"

The white-haired magician who was sitting there without moving openly smiled heartily: "Hahaha~ It's okay, it's okay, Cyril is busy inside, and I can also help him for a while."

G: "I think sir, you are here to make trouble for Dr. Cyril."

Merlin: "Oh no, kid, I definitely want to help from the bottom of my heart. For example—this beautiful little lady, can you step forward?"

The little girl who was dubbed a special title was stunned, her face turned red, and she really obediently approached the smiling white-haired big brother.

Brother Baitou □□liang smiled: "Mm~mm~ You are obedient, come, sit across from me, and tell big brother, what's wrong with you?"

The little girl's eyes were shining, and she stared straight at her beautiful big brother, the flower petals on his ears, and could hardly take her eyes off.

G brought a chair suitable for her height to the little patient who came here by himself. Hearing what seemed normal, but always felt that something was wrong, he inexplicably felt cold and was about to shiver.

"Is it really okay to leave Mr. Merlin in the clinic? Doctor Cyril, I really don't know what he thinks."

I always feel that this man is not very reliable, hey, what kind of tone is this, it really feels weird, I'm going to get goosebumps.

Dr. Cyril may be angry when he hears this.

This is the slander of the red-haired boy.

His idea came for no reason, but to a certain extent, it perfectly echoed the facts.

The magician who was talking to the little lady suddenly felt a gust of cold wind climb up his back and up his neck, which made him tremble all over.

"good afternoon."

At some point when he came out of the pharmacy, Cyril was leaning against the door with his arms folded, looking over with his expression unchanged.

Cyril: "I didn't expect that when I came here, I just saw such a gentleman's side of you. I really can't bear to disturb you. Then, this little lady will be handed over to you?"

Merlin: "..."

The magician said to himself, wait, what's with the guilty feeling of being caught for doing something bad?

He intuitively determined that it was absolutely impossible for Cyril to be jealous (you don't need to think about it to know that it is impossible), but the breath he felt between the words was so oppressive.

Thinking back seriously, apart from being a wage earner, he sneaked in quietly to occupy the special seat for Dr. Cyril, and habitually treated human women (regardless of age) with a smile, he had absolutely nothing—

"Cyril dear, I was wrong, I will give you the position and the little lady."

Cyril: "Well, please omit unnecessary words."

With a sigh of "Ah, Dr. Cyril has a solution", he walked over, but instead of sitting down in his own place, he came to the table and picked up the pretty little patient with a little force.

"Good morning, dear lady."

The blond young man easily supported the little girl with his arms, and gently wiped off a little stain on her face with the fingertips of his left hand.

"Can I help you with something?"

Needless to say, the little girl who had just been dazzled by the big brother Huazhi's smile was stunned, and suddenly blushed again. It is true that the new big brother's smile is extraordinarily gentle, and he is very kind to women ranging from 99 years old to nine months old. The lethality permeates indiscriminately and is extremely strong.

"Uh...uuuu..."

The little lady hugged the blond brother's neck in a dazed state, and whispered, "Mom is sick, I think, please ask the doctor..."

"Oh, so the patient is Miss's mother, I see."

Cyril still picked up the little girl without needing to say anything else, as Giotto had become accustomed to bringing up the medicine pack that had been prepared earlier, and was ready to keep up with the doctor's pace at all times.

G is also used to this kind of situation, he wants to stay in the clinic to watch the door, so he waved his hands unhurriedly: "You guys go, come back early, I don't know how to cook."

"Don't fall asleep this time, G, if a patient comes to see you sleeping inside, then..."

"I won't fall asleep, don't worry, it's your turn to watch the door next time, cunning Giotto!"

Giotto snorted solemnly.

Leaving aside the jokes of the teenagers, the magician who was left behind in the clinic was probably ready to move, wondering how to follow up without a trace: "Then I..."

Cyril: "Please sit where you were sitting just now, thank you."

Merlin cried sadly: "Ah, Cyril!"

"I didn't mean anything against you, please don't get me wrong." Cyril, who was holding the little girl, responded calmly, leaving only the magician's back that floated away: "If a patient comes to the door while I am away, I will trouble you to receive it." , thank you very much. Okay, Giotto and I will go first."

They went out so easily and happily.

on the way.

They are also walking on the narrow and old streets of the slums, and there are still explicit or covert eyes cast on them on both sides.

But compared with a few months ago, there is a huge difference.

There is still a sense of distance in those eyes that cannot be erased for a period of time, but they are not as indifferent and distant as before, and occasionally they can hear joyful greetings:

"Hello, Doctor Cyril, thank you for your hard work!"

"Oh, Giotto, are you here today? I envy you to be with Dr. Cyril. O doctor! If you have finished your work, will you please come to my house and see my brother, He seems to be a little..."

Generally speaking, the treatment Cyril and his party received was several times better than the initial treatment a few months ago. At least they were not regarded as aliens, and they were miserably suspected and rejected by people.

The little girl was hugged by Cyril, her feet didn't need to touch the ground, she only needed to raise her hands to show the doctor the way home.

From not adapting to adapting, it seemed that there was no transition. Later, Cyril didn't need to take the initiative to ask, she told the gentle and gentle blonde brother with a hint of sweet hair her own name.

Cyril smiled and nodded: "Well, Aisha."

The little girl Aisha also hugged his neck with her short arms. When she was about to reach her home, a small voice finally sounded:

"Doctor, as everyone said, if I want to see you, I just need to tell you a story and sing a song...is that enough?"

"Yeah."

Giotto answers instead of Cyril.

The blond boy relieved the little girl's nervousness with a warm smile. This smile really resembled Cyril's.

"However, it is to be exchanged with something you think is valuable—Aisha thinks, among the things you own, what is valuable?"

Aisha blinked, half understanding: "Mom."

Giotto was choked unexpectedly: "Cough, cough——"

Cyril: "Pfft."

His concentration is still much stronger than that of the young man. He just laughed a little when he heard Wuji's childish words, and then his expression returned to normal: "Well, that's right, Elsa's mother is very important to Elsa. Precious, that's why I want to cure her. But...it can't be exchanged, think again?"

Aisha thought hard.

After a long while, the cute little girl raised her head: "I know how to braid my hair. My mother taught me. I can braid my big brother's hair. Is that okay?"

Just at this time, they came to a dilapidated hut, opened the door, and there was a rotten and withered breath blowing towards them.

A sallow-faced, haggard woman was lying on a couch made of weeds, dying. It was obvious that she was terminally ill and couldn't last long.

Such a simple and childish act as braiding is exchanged for saving a withered life.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is definitely a bad deal, only fools and saints would do it.

However, Cyril is not a fool, let alone a saint.

"Well, it's a bit bad."

Giotto also witnessed the scene in the house, and he, who often felt sad for the pain suffered by kind people, did not show sadness in his eyes at this time, but was stained with a little smile like starlight.

Because he has full confidence in the tragedy not happening again.

"The pay is enough, isn't it, teacher?"

Giotto asked with a confident smile.

"Yes." Cyril replied.

"I accept the effort Aisha needs to make. This is the best consultation fee."

Of course.

There is one more minor, but substantively important detail.

Before walking into the house, Cyril glanced sideways at the blond boy with a smile on his lips.

Giotto also added at the right time: "Ah, please let me take the liberty to ask, is that proposal you made a long time ago...is it still valid now? I really want to have the cheek to agree. After delaying for so long, You mustn't mind."

Cyril: "Well, Giotto."

Giotto: "Yes!"

"Since the 'teacher' has been called, it must be maintained. However, after returning, G will probably sulk."

"Well, it's possible, I have to think about how to calm him down..."

"Okay, that's all for the gossip."

In the end, Cyril took his steps and walked into the sickly house that others didn't want to approach without hesitation.

Giotto, who officially became his student from this day on, followed calmly, with the same firm gaze, without showing any sign of flinching.

"May I ask again, teacher, is the person Elsa braided her hair..."

"Of course you are my student, Giotto."

"Ah, but my hair is not long enough to be braided, and G is probably not too long. Teacher, yours is also..."

"Well, that makes sense."

"so?"

"So, there is only one sir."

"That's right, that's the only gentleman."

On the issue of the candidate for Aisha's "poisonous hands" who suffered from braiding level and probably not very good, the freshly baked blond master and apprentice happily and quickly reached a consensus.

Therefore, in the clinic quite far from here, the magician who was completely unaware - oh no, he obviously knew - shivered suddenly, and sneezed in a way that didn't fit the physiological structure of the nightmare.

"Ah!"

"Oh... what a bad premonition... But, this can probably be counted as a sweet burden..."

G who was speechless looking at the white-haired man: "Huh?"

The red-haired boy didn't know yet (he really didn't know), he was lucky enough to escape the dismal fate of being pulled by a little girl to tie his hair into a braid, and he just muttered about suddenly grabbing his white hair for no reason, and sometimes The sighing man cast a strange look.

It's so strange, what is this person doing inexplicably, has a cold?Sick with a fever and confused?Hey, it's so weird—this is probably G's inner voice at the moment.

Fortunately, he didn't continue to be tormented by the weird scene in front of him, and soon there was movement from the door.

"Jingle Bell."

The doorbell swayed, and the sound was as clear and pleasant as usual.

G's spirit suddenly cheered up, he left the man who was still sighing, got up by himself, and at the same time amplified his voice: "Welcome! Doctor Cyril is not here at the moment, please wait for a while, please come in—"

The door was pushed open from the outside.

A few seconds later, the door closed again, falling behind the people who came here with different moods.

In the dark, maybe someone is silently sighing—a gleam of fire finally sprouted in the darkness.

This change is still very weak in front of it, but in the future, I don't know how long it will take.

What kind of "changes" will occur that are worthy of future generations' exploration?

can not say it clearly.Yep, can't see it yet.

However, we can wait and see.

*****

Five years later.

The location has not changed, it is still a dull and rarely bright slum.

It had just rained, and muddy mud had accumulated between the alleyways. It could have been lying peacefully, but when someone stepped on it suddenly, it stirred up dirty water splashes and wet the trousers of the visitor.

However, the two who broke the silence obviously had no time to take care of them.

"Hoo... ho... Giotto, I said... how far to go!"

"Those people should stay behind, really... hold on, G, at least go forward..."

From the fragmentary conversations, and the hasty and hasty running in the rain, one can draw a regrettable conclusion:

They were being pursued, perhaps fleeing.

This is really unfortunate, the group of people in charge of chasing them is not ordinary people at first glance, they are all dressed in black, and what they hold tightly in their hands is not a stick, but other more dangerous weapons.

The two people who were being chased were just teenagers around twelve or thirteen years old. They didn't have weapons in their hands, so they didn't look like strong men who could compete with the people behind them.

There is one more key.

The two teenagers ran forward quickly, and the last alley they chose was actually a dead end.

They stopped at the dead end, the surroundings were so dark that no light leaked out, no matter how close they were, they couldn't see each other's faces, let alone other things.

"It's okay here."

said a teenager.

"Well, it's safe and suitable."

Another teenager said... what?Shouldn't it be "dangerous", how is it - "safe"?

Because the surroundings were dim, others could not see that the two of them looked calm. Not only were they not afraid, but they were actually waiting eagerly.

"The teacher said that we should deal with such troubles in a low-key manner, and we can't leave wreckage all over the floor, which will affect our clinic's reputation for being gentle."

"That's the point of the situation. Those guys who are deliberately looking for trouble, why are they so gentle—cut, it doesn't matter anyway, let's solve it quickly."

They wait patiently.

Waiting for the enemy to throw himself into the net, wait, wait...

"Boom!!!"

—— Waiting for the sudden loud noise? !

Oh, more than that.

There was another voice that came out impatiently after the loud noise settled down:

"You little devils over there, mother is talking about you, right?"

--Snapped.

The person was blown away along with the wall, and the last fragment fell out of thin air, hitting the feet of the girl in red clothes who was standing at the entrance of the [original] alley carelessly with her legs apart, with a sword resting on her shoulder with one hand.

"Tsk..."

I don't know what I thought of, the lines between the girl's eyebrows did not stretch, but she clicked her tongue before speaking again:

"Where is my uncle, do you know?"