The optimistic medical spirit displayed by Fu Qian again obviously greatly touched the former consultants.
The fierceness he had maintained before was instantly lost. Olintel's face was moved instantly, and his voice was filled with gritted teeth.
"You're welcome. Scars are the badge of a man. I'm also very happy that you can grow up."
Before paying, he sighed and waved his hands, indicating that he shouldn't take it too seriously.
"My craftsmanship is pretty good, right? I didn't even scratch my cornea."
The next moment he even looked at his work up and down and sighed in admiration.
This is no unfounded boast.
Although the Ice Sentient Po Yan Fist was an impromptu attack, the strength, control of the angle, and clean debridement definitely reached the level of surgery.
As for the impact on the patient's appearance, Fu Qian never thought that according to the methods of the Heavenly Sphere Order, the trauma caused by his slap was a problem.
As mentioned before, the focus is always on the dimensional poison.
The most common situation that he imagined before coming here is that after treatment, Olintel recovered half of his lost face, and at the same time, there was a scar dripping with blood forever.
The scene in front of me was completely the other way around.
The damaged skin and flesh were not repaired, but the traces of dimensional poison were completely erased.
Unexpected, but still not difficult to understand at all - after the dimensional poison was cured, Olintel took the initiative to keep this appearance.
As for the reason, you can even think of it with the heel of your feet. Emotional injuries, life or death, are very common. A mere scar is nothing.
Especially in this complicated relationship, Olintel's status is obviously much more detached.
As the object of the stars' gift, his status should not be low even within the church. In this case, he condescended to a mortal woman and fell in love with a mortal woman. As a result, he was treated as a mere tool.
Judging from his reaction after hearing the word "pregnant" at that time, it was obvious that this woman had not thought about the possibility that she was the father at all, and the relationship with the tutor was most likely still in the stage of being in love but not in politeness.
However, the other party is even pregnant, and he is not even the person she desires, but another tool for revenge.
This contrasting impact destroys and negates not just the concept of love.
You can imagine how messed up your worldview and self-esteem were at that moment.
Killing one's heart in a way that preserves scars is really not a bizarre operation.
This is why Fu Qian accepts the other party's thanks calmly. This is true, and it has helped the other party grow.
Of course, it is a pity that the gratitude of the person involved does not seem to be sincere.
hehe……
Really stroking his eyeballs, Brother Olintel gave a special sneer, which sounded like he failed to get rid of his inner demons.
Tanshou picked up the lantern in his hand, and the next moment he finally stood up, approaching step by step in the light and shadow.
"Indeed, the saints of the Order also marveled at this when they were treating me."
"I admit that I made a mistake, Mr. Herbert."
"You are far scarier than I thought. That night, I was probably a clown-like existence in your eyes."
Walking all the way closer, Olintel slowly sat down, not even shying away from facing the damaged side of his face, which looked even more ferocious under the dancing lights.
"But you know, it's exactly this that makes me absolutely certain that you will come even when others don't believe it."
"You are so proud and arrogant, you look at everything with a joking eye, despise other people's ideas, and disdain to be inferred, just like you did that night -"
"I cured the patient that night."
It was loud and yet plaintive, like Mrs. Xianglin's accusation, which was silenced by the previous sentence.
Facts speak louder than words, and the lovely thing about the profession of medicine is that the curative effect is worth a thousand words.
"...I do not deny this, including subsequent examinations of Jane by members of the religious sect, which also proved that there are no longer any abnormalities in her body and she has fully recovered."
After a period of silence, Olintel finally spoke, sounding quite bachelor and generous.
"And although he doesn't say it, I can tell that her father is also very grateful to you."
"But... I have been thinking about a question these past few days, and that is why you are there."
Sure enough, the man's tone quickly changed, he pointed at Fu Qian's eyes, and the accusation suddenly became smooth.
"It wasn't until you came in just now and saw these eyes that I finally figured out something - the vampires."
"What a mysterious and elegant title. Like everyone else, I used to regard this as a conjecture born from a disordered mind."
"But once I accepted this, combined with your previous actions, I seemed to have found the answer to the question just now - your purpose is very simple, to plunder gifts, just like plundering blood in the legend."
"My previous judgment was not wrong. What appears on poor Jane is not a disease, but a side effect of the gift of the stars, and that is your goal."
"The reason for the strange behavior later was that you were one step ahead and not only confirmed this by tasting the blood, but also cleverly exerted influence on me, causing me to misjudge."
"In the end, after repeated guidance, you finally got what you wanted. You took that gift away from Jane and took it as your own. Even everyone is grateful to you."
There is one thing to say, one thing to say, the ideas are very smooth, and even the results are somewhat consistent.
Listening carefully to the accusation, I secretly praised him before I paid him.
The fine wine, now in my arms, is truly the embodiment of the gift that was plundered.
Although it was the income from his regular labor, Brother Olintel's thoughts were obviously enough to serve as the guiding ideology for a medical incident.
"That sounds reasonable. Are you going to share this experience with Mr. Winslow?"
Fu Qian asked with a smile.
As if being stimulated by this name, Olintel's breath was stagnant.
Since I don’t even want to mention Mr. Winslow’s name, my desire to communicate later is undoubtedly close to zero.
However, if the truth is admitted, the momentum of the accusation just now will obviously decrease.
"So you admit it?"
In the end, this person's choice was indeed to be righteous and avoid answering.
"No denying it, you can share this information with Mr. Winslow."
Before paying, he answered fluently and laughed heartily.
"That kind of idiot...just let him immerse himself in the satisfaction of self-deception."
Forced to face the problem head-on again, Olintel stared at the dim lantern and finally gritted his teeth and said.
"Honestly, you look more like self-deception."
Fu Qian did not let him go. He also stared at the dancing flames and commented casually.