i have a super island

Chapter 932 Horror Therapy

The Duke of York, who was fine a second ago, suddenly lay on the ground and twitched as if suffering from epilepsy.

The equation next to him didn't expect this to happen again, and he groaned loudly in his heart, "My mother, don't scare me, if something happens to you, all nations will be ruined."

Someone soon discovered the anomaly here, and it was the bluffing Dirac.

Fang Fang was supporting the Duke of York when he heard Dirac's voice behind him, "My lord, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that the Duke of York fell to the ground without any response, Dirac yelled, "It's not good , something happened to the Duke!"

This feeling was terrible, those soldiers swarmed over, and the next moment there were hundreds of guns pointing at Equation.

On Wan Guo's side, Li Qingman and others rushed over fearing that something might happen to Fang Fang.

"Okay, how dare you hurt the Duke!" Dirac pointed at Fang Fang and raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily.

"not me."

Equation stood up.

Dirac yelled, "Who else would it be if it wasn't you!"

Fang Fang said: "He fainted himself, and it has nothing to do with me."

The scene was very tense, and the soldiers were all fingers on the trigger, ready to smash the equation into a sieve at any time.

At this time, among the crowd, Song Zhixi rushed out, looked at the Duke of York who was lying on the ground unconscious, and said, "He has fainted, everyone spread out, don't gather around here, let the air circulate."

"who are you?"

Dirac stood in front of Song Zhixi.

Song Zhixi said coldly: "I'm a doctor, if you want to save him, you have to listen to me!"

Dirac bossed around and sneered: "What kind of doctor are you? An indigenous woman on a desert island dares to call herself a doctor. We have doctors accompanying us, and we don't need you here."

As he said that, Dirac called another man, who was the one who disembarked with him and followed the Duke of York.

This doctor is called Piro, and his identity is the private doctor of the Duke of York, who is responsible for taking care of the Duke of York's physical condition.

The doctor named Pirro came to the Duke of York with a medicine box, ready to rescue him.

"Hmph, do you know the name of Dr. Pirro? He is a famous doctor in England, and a native woman like you can't compare to him." Dirac still did not forget to mock Song Zhixi.

Over there, Dr. Pirro opened the medicine box and was about to start treating the Duke of York.

But when they saw the contents of his medicine box, Fang Fang and the others couldn't help grinning. How can this be called a medicine box? It's clearly a tool box.

Pirro's box was full of pliers, scissors, a hammer, something like that, and even a soldering iron!
Fang Fang couldn't bear it, and asked, "Dr. Piro, what do you do with a soldering iron?"

Piro glanced at the equation coldly, without explaining it at all.

I saw that he called two soldiers to help the Duke of York up, and then began to tear off the rotten scab on the Duke's scalp with his hands.

brush!
A tear is a large scab.

The Duke of York, who was still in a coma, opened his eyes in pain and let out a painful cry.

After waking up from the pain, the Duke of York saw that Dr. Pirro was treating him, so he stopped screaming, but gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

Fang Fang was terrified watching from the sidelines, and secretly said that this was not a rescue, it was clearly a wake up from pain, okay?

Just as he was thinking, he saw Dr. Pirro begin to squeeze the rotten sores on the Duke of York's head, squeezing out thick sticky yellow pus from them.

It could be seen that the Duke of York was in great pain, but he still endured the pain and let Dr. Pirro squeeze him.

The people beside Equation were all shuddered by such a scene.

The treatment was not over until Dr. Pirro squeezed out all the pus and blood, and then took out a jar of ointment and applied it to the wound.

"Okay, my lord duke, please control your emotions and never get angry again." Piro was packing his "toolbox".

The Duke of York endured the pain, stood up with the support of the soldiers, and expressed his gratitude to Dr. Pirro.

At this time, Song Zhixi, who had been silently watching from the side, stepped forward and said, "Master Duke, if you want to live longer, I advise you to stop using this method of treatment."

"What do you mean, are you implying that I am harming the Duke?"

Doctor Pirro's reaction was even more excited than the Duke of York's. He was like a cat whose tail was trampled, jumping up and pointing at Song Zhixi and cursing.

Dirac, who was with Dr. Piro, also shouted: "Please don't use such nonsense words to slander our great Dr. Piro."

Song Zhixi ignored the embarrassment of the two, and said to the Duke of York: "If I guessed correctly, according to the symptoms of the Duke's illness just now, you should be suffering from epilepsy."

The Duke of York glanced at this extremely oriental-looking woman, surprised that she was so fluent in English, and nodded to her analysis.

"Epileptic is a recurrent disease caused by abnormal discharge of brain neurons. It is one of the common diseases of the nervous system. Curative, surgical, and prophylactic. But definitely not in the same way that Dr. Pirro just treated you."

Dr. Piro next to him blushed and looked very unhappy. He scolded Song Zhixi angrily, "What kind of medical skills do you know as a woman? You pretend to know what you don't understand after talking about it. You're a complete layman."

Dirac chimed in and said, "Did you hear that? These are the words of the most famous Dr. Pirro in England. You, an indigenous woman, are talking nonsense here."

Song Zhixi just smiled contemptuously, and asked Pirlo: "Let's call you a doctor, then please tell me, what is the basis for the treatment you just did?"

"Your Excellency, the Duke is suffering from a head disease. There is a certain kind of toxin hidden in the brain. If you want to treat it, you have to use a method to expel the toxin inside." Piro said proudly about his treatment method, "I want to let the To get rid of the toxins in the brain, we must first create abscesses on the head of the Duke, and then squeeze out the toxins after the suppuration, so that the illness of the Duke can be cured."

"I'm going, you mean you made these scars on the Duke's head on purpose?" Fang stared at Pirro with wide eyes in surprise.

"In order to expel toxins, there is no other way." Piro replied frankly.

Standing aside, the Duke of York looked very embarrassed. Speaking of the burn scar on the top of his head, it was a very embarrassing and painful thing, but in order to heal his head disease, he could only follow the doctor's advice.

(End of this chapter)