It was getting late, and the old door creaked, and the cool evening breeze blew the lights of the infirmary swaying back and forth.

There was a large, hunched black figure printed on the wall. When he heard the noise behind him, the hunchbacked old man who was working at his desk stopped what he was doing.

"Oh! You're back! Boy."

Old Woz turned his head and looked behind him. After confirming the visitor, he turned around and coughed, and continued to mix potions in his seat.

"Is anyone doing the ward roll call?"

"Yes, but I told them that you went to the bathroom and they shouldn't cause any trouble for you."

"Thank you!"

The young man sat down on the soft hospital bed and threw the heavy handbag beside the pillow.

"Oh! I'm so exhausted."

This is a rare complaint from a young man, as he rarely expresses his fatigue clearly.

Of course, the young man was not really exhausted, but after talking to the female elf, he suddenly felt an unknown pressure on his heart, which made him breathless.

"Have been testing all afternoon? Then you should have a good rest."

Old Woz's behavior towards the young man was no exception at all. If this boy could save a single child in the hands of those heartless testers, he would go out and see if there were colorful clouds floating in the sky.

Old Woz couldn't bear to deceive this young man like this.

But...the sweet jingle of the coins from the profit sharing was enough to soothe his sad mood.

Old Woz said kindly while making the medicine: "I'll finish what I'm doing right now, and you can sleep peacefully later."

The young man reminded: "Well, don't blow out the oil lamp before you leave. I will have to watch the exercises for a while."

Although Old Woz is the doctor in this medical room, he has his own independent residence and does not live in the medical room.

Of course, the boy didn't live in the infirmary originally. He also had a simple independent earthen house to live in. However, the bed in the infirmary was softer, cleaner and less drafty after all. Since he could sleep here, of course the boy wouldn't let it go.

"Yo? What are your attributes?"

It was Old Woz who came up with the idea of ​​letting the young man test his attributes. Even if it was selfish, he still had to ask about it.

"Um...water..."

When leaving the divination hall, Mayena specifically told her that it was best not to show off his special attributes, so the boy was in a panic here.

"The water attribute is very suitable for healing. It seems that you have won the lottery."

The mild water property can indeed speed up the body's recovery ability. This property is very suitable for today's teenagers. Old Woz nodded and asked again:

"Then what technique did you choose?"

""The Art of Passing Water"."

In the same way as the dark attribute, the existence of the "Dark Magic Sutra" must also be concealed.

"Huh? How could you..."

But Old Woz still looked very surprised, and the young man didn't know what was wrong with his words.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"That book "The Art of Passing Water" is a high-grade water-based technique, priced at 800 steel coins. When did you, the kid, make such a fortune that you can actually afford this technique?"

Old Woz stopped making medicine and turned to look at the young man, or to be precise, at the cloth bag that the young man threw on the bed.

"Uh, this...ah, a lot of things happened..."

The young man did not expect that the "Passing Water Art" that Mayena casually threw over would be such a valuable item. This unexpected situation immediately made him not know how to explain himself.

"So your kid didn't go to the testing hall, but to the divination hall run by that elf?"

Before the young man could think of a countermeasure, Old Woz had already seen the clues.

"Um, how did you know?"

Now that Old Woz had figured it out, the young man stopped being secretive and simply admitted it.

"That bag of yours is not from the testing hall, but from outside. It can only be used by the divination hall run by that idle female elf."

Most of the bags in Tieyu City are made of coarse linen, while the bags brought by the boy are made of more expensive woven fabrics. Although there is no difference in the pattern and style of the two bags, they are only in workmanship and

The fabric determines the completely different origins of the two bags.

After all, Old Woz is an old doctor who has traveled around the world, and he still has good eyesight, but he only looked back and saw the mystery on the bag. It can only be said that this shrewd old gangster does have a vicious vision.

"Ha, indeed, it was Lan Ji who recommended me to go to her place."

Although the boy didn't know the existence of the divination parlor, it seemed that local snakes like Old Woz who were resident in Iron Feather City knew about it.

This made the young man a little curious about the identity of this female elf.

"Are you talking about Lan Ji from 'Spring of Huansha'? How did you know her? Did you actually go to a prostitute's house to have fun?"

The name the boy inadvertently spit out made Old Woz fall into shock again.

"Well, we just met on the road and chatted because of some opportunity. He is a very warm-hearted person."

The young man did not intend to discuss how he met Lan Ji in detail, and Old Woz actually didn't pay much attention to it.

Old Woz was arranging the medicine jars at hand and said: "Warm-hearted? Your evaluation is really a bit..."

"Eh? What's the problem?"

After learning that the young man's business was being disturbed by Lanji, Old Woz said angrily:

"You'd better not get involved too much with those prostitutes. Don't look at their pitiful appearance. They are actually a group of tigresses that eat people without spitting out their bones. You young and energetic boy, don't be obsessed with it.

In the end there was nothing left."

"Ha, I understand."

After all, Old Woz was a veteran, and his advice was not unreasonable. Even if Old Woz didn't remind him, the boy had no intention of continuing to contact the people at the prostitute's house.

The work in hand was almost finished. Old Woz stood up from his seat, turned to look at the young man and said:

"Well, of course you have a need for women at your age, and I don't understand..."

"Hey, hey! I told you that I'm just acquaintance. Can you, you old crook, stop driving?"

Although this body has almost reached puberty, the boy thinks that his self-control is still good. As long as the temptations are not too exaggerated, they will not affect his correct judgment.

Besides, who is he? How could a blind woman seduce him?

"Haha! I'm done with the work at hand. I'm going back first. Remember to rest early so that the injury can heal quickly."

Old Woz raised his eyebrows, put the packed medicine box on his back and walked towards the door.

"that....."

"What's wrong, kid? Is there anything else you can do?"

"Be careful on your way home."

"Huh? Don't worry, kid, no one will have any thoughts about a bad old man like me."

Is that so?

The young man was still a little worried. According to her own words, Mayena's predictions rarely made mistakes.

Death prophecies cannot be ignored just like that.

At that time, he asked Mayena about the details of the prophecy, but she just said: "Who knows? It won't be me anyway."

Then he kicked the young man out, and he couldn't ask any more questions.

Seeing that the young man did not mean to joke, Old Woz replied seriously:

"There are many guards patrolling my way home, and I don't have any enemies. You don't have anything to worry about."

"Okay, walk slowly."

The future is as unpredictable as dog tracks in the snow. Who knows what will happen?

The young man didn't know who this death prophecy was for, but it was about someone he knew, and he couldn't care less.

Old Woz left for about five minutes. After confirming that the footsteps had disappeared, the boy got up from the bed and locked the door.

The infirmary is currently closed. Logically speaking, no one will come in if they are sick. Even if they are, they should go directly to Old Woz's residence. However, for the sake of safety, the door still needs to be locked.

Now that he can't even control his own destiny, how can he save the fate of others?

If he wants to achieve something now, he must first have power.

All the problems in this world can be attributed to the incompetence of the problem solvers.

This is a truth that everyone understands. If you don’t want to lament your own weakness, then work hard to become stronger.

Whether you really change the status quo depends on whether you try your best and... the hidden will of God.

This is the so-called "It's up to people to do things, and it's up to God to make things happen"

"I hope this book will be useful."

The young man carried the cloth bag, sat down where Old Woz had just been sitting, and then pulled out the black book from the cloth bag.
To be continued...