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Chapter 1147 NO.54: Sad √⑧, it’s true
The infirmary at the β training ground received a late-night client.

"No, what is he doing looking like this?"

Although he was an alien from another world, the person on duty at the medical office who had also thoroughly studied local medicine first checked the distribution of organs in the body of the male human-looking guest in front of him.

There are no strange organs that cannot be noticed by conventional vision.

In other words, the guest this time is indeed a male human.

Moreover, the special life energy in his body is also quite weak, which proves that either he has been practicing for a short period of time, or his talent is extremely poor. No matter what, the opponent is the player with the worst health that he has received so far.

Quite special.

Not only because the other party is so weak, but also because in the medical records he has been practicing here for more than a month, he is also trying to summarize his work experience. A conclusion he has recently drawn is that the weaker the human being, the less likely it is to suffer serious consequences, but those who Every time a sublimated person who is successful in practice is sent out from training, he is only half a step away from using up his resurrection insurance.

There is quite a bit of a trend of getting stronger and making waves.

However, practicing medicine requires rigorousness. Strictly speaking, this phenomenon is because the ascendants pursue more oppressive tests as they become stronger, but their physical fitness generally fails to keep up with their energy levels.

So the real answer is that the Ascended guests he is currently receiving are too scientific and did not raise their blood volume to 40 first.

The health bar is not proportional to the blue bar, and the defense is not very high. This kind of glass cannon is supposed to be an evil that will be gradually eliminated by pragmatism.

But unfortunately, in today's subjective trend of thinking that methods are always more difficult than difficulties, those who rely on external forces to make up for the crispy glass cannon flow are the mainstream.

After all, it takes too long to achieve results through weight training and bodybuilding, and going to the hospital for adjustments from time to time is a big expense. This has to force sublimators with average incomes to choose shortcuts, and sublimators with average incomes are also this sublimators. the majority of society.

Such social trends are naturally not something he, a time traveler doctor, can comment on. Rather, his current steady improvement in work experience is all due to these customers, so he very much welcomes those glass cannons that crack from time to time.

Make money, don't be embarrassed.

But what is this cracked glass now that doesn’t even have a cannon?
"The emergency rescue was quite timely. Who handled it?"

"Do I need to transfer to another hospital?" A familiar-looking demon raised its claws, making the doctor's eyes twitch.

A ferocious-looking demon was giving first aid to a fragile human... He couldn't quite imagine that scene, but indeed, if it was a demon who practiced magic, it would not be difficult to hang someone's life, but there was something obvious in this body. Traces of medication and glue adhesive marks...

"Are you a doctor too?"

"No," the devil shook his head, "I just brought an emergency medicine kit."

"Oh, it's a good habit." The doctor nodded, "Fortunately, the actual examination is quite satisfactory considering the seriousness. He doesn't need to be transferred to the city hospital. I can deal with his bone fragments on the spot, as well as the problems on the alveoli and capillaries." The rupture is nothing but a few bruises on the body...don’t go overboard next time you train.”

"Okay, okay." The brown-haired horse girl next to the devil nodded in embarrassment, and the black-haired horse girl next to her also became embarrassed.

This made the doctor frown his eyebrows, remembering some bizarre posts he had only seen on the colleague forum, and when he looked at the wounded man, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

Coma, bruises, ruptured blood vessels that looked like extreme sports, comminuted fractures, late at night...

"Please allow me to say something, you guys...the training ground is not a place for excitement," the doctor said earnestly, with a few good intentions, "It is understandable for young people to pursue this aspect, but the training ground will always have backup records. of."

"Ah?" The brown-haired horse girl didn't quite understand.

"...Uh..." The black-haired horse girl's expression became weird, and she obviously understood, but instead of arguing with reason, her subconscious reaction was to glance at the devil next to the brown-haired horse girl, and then look away again. There was a little unnaturalness on his face.

As for the demon, it didn't violate the stereotype of his race being well-informed. There was no change in expression on his ferocious face, only the black flames emanating from the eye holes swaying from side to side.

"You misunderstood, doctor," he denied simply and calmly, "we just ran a long circuit."

"Ah?" It was the doctor's turn to be stunned, and he subconsciously looked back at the man on the hospital bed.

Running with the racehorse girl and the devil? Although he has only been here for more than a month and doesn't know many horse racing girls, he feels that this is not a matter of knowing a few people. This man... no... what on earth are these people doing?
Devils shouldn't run with racehorse girls, right? !
"As you said," as if something could be seen from the doctor's inhuman but expressive face, the devil interrupted what the doctor was about to say, "There are training records. If you are willing to investigate, you can still see them." Yes, but please focus on treating him now.”

"...Well, okay."

Still looking at this group of people incomprehensibly, the night shift doctor seemed to have come back to his senses and realized that he had misunderstood and suspected other people's embarrassment before. He completed the handling with astonishing efficiency, and then apologized and withdrew rather awkwardly. Out of the ward.

"Although the injury is only minor, there can't be a next time, especially if it involves him again."

The demon transformed into a black-haired young man from the dissipated magic. He raised his hand to summon a magic claw, picked up the water glass and filled the water dispenser.

"Yeah." The brown-haired girl responded softly.

"And when he wakes up, you also need to apologize, Miss Big Shock," Omer said, putting the water glass next to the hospital bed, "Of course, I have my share to bear, Bai Ren, and so do you. "

"Uh, okay, no problem."

It is natural to admit mistakes when making mistakes, but Shiraki Narita is not stubborn in this regard.

It’s just that complaints are inevitable in the end:
"But I always thought that Nishizaki had good coordination, so how could he fall like this from behind?"

"Well... the trainer does not lack exercise on weekdays, and he also has his own dance practice session." Da Zhen also said.

But it is.

The "immovable" blessing at the training ground operates at the highest power. It can be said that Yutaka Nishizaki is completely protected from the wind pressure, cyclones, and even earthquakes when the racing girl is running. He even falls behind and is in no danger. , but he still fell to the ground.

With the momentum almost catching up with Asakura Riku's original roll, the demon braked and teleported to act as a first aid team again. On the contrary, the two horse girls ran away and did not pay attention to what happened behind them.

That's why the two of them looked so apologetic just now.

Although the situation was not directly caused by oneself, it is still a big mistake to ignore the other party when something happened.

In response, Omar just looked at his sleeping face, which looked like he had dreamed of something bad, and thought deeply.

"It should be because...he is really trying to achieve results."

"Eh?" Da Shock didn't understand.

"?" Narita Bairen was even more of a question mark.

And Omo's expression was even more subtle.

"He has been practicing Source Energy recently, but he has no time to test the results. This training ground gives him a relatively safe testing environment."

"Having more acquaintances makes it possible for a motive to exist."

"motivation?"

"I want to show off in front of my acquaintances."

"Is your trainer a kid?"

Bai Ren turned his head to look at Da Shock, and Da Shock turned his head silently.

This is certainly sad for trainer Nishizaki, Omo thought.

Although he said that this was only a possible motive, the two horse racing girls, who were old friends, both agreed to believe it.

The highs and lows of Chongqing almost did not disappoint the author.