"If it can't be cured, it needs to be eliminated?" The middle-aged fat man's tone became a little dull.
Dongfang Tianzheng shook his head and said: "There is nothing we can do about it. If we don't do that, they will continue to infect other parts. It's better to let them go."
The middle-aged fat man chuckled, somewhat self-deprecatingly: "I can't believe that I still haven't been able to find a perfect solution after procrastinating for so many years."
Seeing that he was in a low mood, Dongfang Tianzheng didn't bother him. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come to me if you think about it." Then he took Mu Qianling around the city government. He didn't dare to let Qianling escape from his control.
sight.
"Sir, is it true that the director's illness cannot be completely cured?"
Mu Qianling was very smart. She had already noticed something from the conversation between the two. When she heard Dongfang Tianzheng's decision, she still couldn't bear it, so she asked.
"With my current medical skills, I can't."
Dongfang Tianzheng said calmly: "If I wait a little longer, maybe I can do it, but do you think the director's illness will not get worse?"
Mu Qianling couldn't bear it and asked again: "Can the young master promise Qian Ling to save him as much as possible, okay?"
Dongfang Tianzheng stopped and glanced at Mu Qianling's charming face. Her eyes were so firm, and he said: "Okay, I promise you, I will cure you if I can, and I will save you if I can. I will definitely try my best."
But for."
Mu Qianling smiled, took Dongfang Tianzheng's right arm, and the two of them walked more intimately.
At this moment, the middle-aged fat director was still sitting in the reception room, his eyes a little confused, and someone came quietly beside him.
Just like ordinary human beings, this new guy seems to have nothing wrong with him and is a very normal young man.
The man asked in confusion: "When did you have constipation?"
Hearing this, the fat middle-aged director sneered and said, "Does this have anything to do with you?"
This man ignored the attitude of the fat middle-aged director and said with a leisurely smile: "I have advised you a long time ago. If you become like us, how can you suffer from any illness?"
The fat middle-aged director was disdainful and said, "You didn't come here to ask me why I am constipated, right?"
"The adults have said that he is very satisfied with your reaction."
The man continued: "The adults say, hold Dongfang down, no matter what you do, until the adults figure out a way to deal with him."
The fat middle-aged director stopped talking. He was too lazy to talk to this scum, so he just kept talking to himself.
At the end, the man finally finished speaking and left quietly. The middle-aged fat director lay motionless on his seat.
…
In other words, Dongfang Tianzheng and his two men were walking in the city government, observing everything here and feeling something.
An organization like this, even if it operates for another hundred years, will probably not make any progress. Everything is too ordinary and lacks the passion of human beings to dare to break the rules. Although there is a strict division of labor among various types of workers, they are not aware of what is being done.
What ideas have been instilled are like machines at work, very precise but lacking in vitality.
This is to tame humans.
Dongfang Tianzheng and Mu Qianling suddenly thought of this. The Blood Devourer's rules were intended to regularize human beings, transform them, and even enslave them.
"This disease needs to be cured."
Dongfang Tianzheng felt some vague auras floating around him, very subtle and small, and they were all stronger than him, not just a little bit stronger, but a whole lot stronger.
The Mysterious Dungeon has most likely been transformed into the Blood Devourer's lair.
"The Blood Devourer doesn't kill people, but he changes people's minds. I have to say that this hand is even more ruthless." After leaving the door, Dongfang Tianzheng looked at the properties in the city.
That night, Dongfang Tianzheng welcomed an unexpected guest.
"Sir, he is the director."
The two people inside and outside the door exchanged a few words. Mu Qianling said to the room: "The director is here to discuss your condition."
"Let him in."
At this time, the fat middle-aged director outside the door was allowed in, looking somewhat relieved.
"Have you thought about it?"
Dongfang Tianzheng was sitting cross-legged on the bed and exited the deduction.
The fat middle-aged director nodded and said, "Think about it, this disease needs to be cured."
Dongfang Tianzheng said: "No matter how good my medical skills are, one person cannot cure the disease, so you have to work hard."
The fat middle-aged disciple nodded and said, "I understand."
On the side, Mu Qianling was a little curious, what would her young master do?
"Qian Ling, please stay away." Dongfang Tianzheng ordered Mu Qianling, who was full of curiosity, "You, a girl, don't watch the next scene."
Hearing this, Mu Qianling was half shy and half curious. Could it be that Dongfang Tianzheng really planned to treat the middle-aged fat director's constipation? No matter what she thought, she left at Dongfang Tianzheng's order. This suite was still there.
There are other rooms.
"Don't be a curious baby."
Ten minutes later, when Mu Qianling quietly poked his head out to see what was going on, Dongfang Tianzheng laughed. Mu Qianling had no choice but to return to the room immediately.
Here, the middle-aged fat director was a little embarrassed because Dongfang Tianzheng actually asked him to take off his pants!?
"Oh, Dongfang, isn't this a bit..." The fat middle-aged director sneered. It was obvious that he was very reluctant.
Dongfang Tian was expressionless and said calmly: "Take it off."
The middle-aged fat director suppressed the pain in his heart and lay on the bed, but Dongfang Tianzheng threw him to the sofa: "Don't lie on my bed!"
Resisting the urge to push Dongfang Tianzheng to the ground and beat him up, the fat middle-aged director took off his pants, lay down on the sofa, and was about to ask what to do next...
It turned out that... a bunch of silver needles were inserted into the naked buttocks of the fat middle-aged director.
The naked body of a middle-aged man is still a fat man. Naturally, no one wants to see this kind of scene. Dongfang Tianzheng felt that, sure enough, those surveillance auras began to disappear, and his plan was considered a success.
"Treat the disease and endure it!" Dongfang Tianzheng shouted, clapped his hands, and inserted all the silver needles into it, causing a howl like a slaughtering pig to resound throughout the hotel.
This time, the auras entrenched in the outside world disappeared one after another. Most of them still retained their human habits. Naturally, they were not interested in this eye-catching scene, and were even repelled. They felt that it was not as beautiful as the Blood Eater.
"Have you recently felt that your intestinal peristalsis is not smooth, and you still have a burning sensation?"
"Huh? Yes, yes."
"Do you feel that your anus is always not opening recently and is sometimes blocked?"
"Ah? Yes, yes."
"Are you..."
"Yes, yes..."
The question-and-answer mode was turned on. Dongfang Tianzheng and the middle-aged fat director were talking, but they were quickly writing lines of text on the paper, exchanging information and deploying plans.
Since the strength of the Blood Devourers was too high, Dongfang Tianzheng was not sure whether they were really gone, so he could only use this method to confuse the enemy.
Their mental power can only hear their voices, but cannot sense what they are doing, otherwise they will be discovered by Dongfang Tianzheng.
"Based on your situation, comrade, your situation is very serious."
Dongfang Tianzheng put down his pen and said in a deep voice, the information he got was so shocking that it would be difficult for him to shake the foundation of this place by himself.
"Doctor, can I still be cured?" the middle-aged fat director asked hurriedly.