"First of all, let me explain to you that you are not allowed to tell anyone about my master's illness after you have seen it. If I find out that you have disclosed the information to others, I guarantee that your end will be miserable." The old housekeeper warned with a serious expression, which was clear.

Warning Simon.

"Why don't you just stop reading." Simon felt that he was incapable of curing the old man. It would be better to do less than to do more, so there was no need to get involved.

"Nick, don't scare the young man." The old man waved his hand to tell the old butler to stop talking. He smiled and said to Simon: "Young man, don't be nervous. It won't be a problem if you take a look. Maybe you are the noble person I am destined to be."

Simon really didn't want to look, but after a brief conversation, he found that the old man was quite kind.

Simon felt a little bad about rejecting him.

Just take a look and don't talk about it outside.

Simon went up bravely, and the old housekeeper rolled up the old man's sleeves, revealing a thin, blackened arm.

Simon only took one look and knew that this was a trace of magic energy pollution.

He pinched the shriveled, pitch-black skin. It was a little hard and shriveled like dry tree bark. It didn't look like skin at all.

This shows that the skin has become necrotic and the magic energy pollution is very serious.

There are also pits on the arms caused by rotten flesh, which have been carefully treated to prevent the spread of rot.

Simon smelled a faint fragrance on the old man's body and thought that the old man was using perfume to cover his body odor. After all, white people and black people have much heavier body odor than Asian people, so this is very common.

Now it seems that it should be to cover up the smell of skin rot caused by magic pollution.

"Do you see the problem?" the old man asked with a smile, his tone was calm, and he didn't care about his illness. In fact, he was already desperate for his illness, with a kind of indifference that could mean life and death.

Simon nodded with a serious expression: "Your arm is caused by magic energy pollution. It is very serious. The skin has become necrotic. Such serious magic energy pollution should not only be on the arms."

A smile appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes. He looked at the old housekeeper and said with a smile: "Look, this young man still knows something."

"It's the master who knows people right." The old housekeeper smiled and lowered his head in agreement, and flattered him at the same time.

The old man struggled to get up. The old housekeeper immediately supported the old man, and Simon quickly held his other arm.

The old man took off his clothes and exposed his upper body. Some parts of his body were bandaged, and the dark wrinkled skin was exposed in the areas without bandages.

He smelled a bit of rancid smell from the bandage. The skin at the bandage was still rotting, indicating that the skin and flesh were still active.

His chest and back were almost completely contaminated by magic energy.

Simon was surprised that this level of magic energy pollution did not cause the old man to undergo any changes.

Simon checked the old man's skin. Just like the skin on his arms, the skin tissue was almost necrotic.

"I won't take off my pants. My legs are not as polluted as my upper body."

"Your fate is really tough. If it were ordinary people, they would have mutated a long time ago." Simon sighed sincerely.

"Hahahaha, life is tough? I love hearing this. Isn't the reason why I have made it this far depends on having a tougher fate than others?" The old man laughed hard. Suddenly, the old man's body trembled, as if he had lost his breath. He felt

My heart rate was a little fast, I suddenly felt a cramp in my chest, and it became difficult to breathe.

"Medicine... give me medicine quickly..."

Fortunately, the old housekeeper carried the old man's common medicines with him. There were several kinds of medicines. He poured them into his hands in a hurry and hurriedly gave them to the old man to take.

From the moment Simon met the old butler to now, the old butler gave Simon the feeling of being a steady and sophisticated person. Just now, the old butler was really panicked and even a little at a loss.

The old man sat down on the sofa, his body trembling. The old housekeeper quickly covered the old man with a blanket, then loudly called the maid and asked the maid to find the old man's personal doctor.

He quickly closed the window.

Simon stood aside blankly, what's the matter?

I prayed in my heart that the old man wouldn't swallow it in one breath, or at least wait until he was gone before dying.

After taking the medicine, the old man's colic gradually eased, his eyes became cloudier and his face looked tired. Every time he got sick, he felt like he had taken a trip from hell.

"It's probably just the wind that won't kill you." The old man smiled weakly.

"Mr. Butler, what kind of medicine is this?" Simon suddenly asked, pointing to a bottle on the table. Among the several medicines he just saw, there was a black and yellow capsule.

He had found this kind of capsule from the man in black, so he asked this question.

The old housekeeper frowned: "Is there something wrong with this medicine? This is a magic suppressing capsule, a medicine used to suppress magic energy."

Simon's eyes lit up. He knew that the Demon Suppression Capsule was a drug that could weaken the activity of magical energy.

In the past, he was contaminated by magic energy, so he planned to buy this kind of magic-suppressing capsule, but the cheapest one cost two hundred eagle coins. It was said that the best magic-suppressing capsule cost ten thousand eagle coins, which he couldn't afford at that time.

"My magic energy is very polluted. Without this magic suppressing capsule, I wouldn't be alive now," the old man said.

At this time, a bald middle-aged man trotted in carrying a medicine box.

The bald middle-aged man is the old man's personal doctor, who was hired by the old man with a high salary from the best hospital in the inner city.

"Mr. John, are you okay?"

"Paul, check your body quickly."

The middle-aged man hurriedly performed a physical examination on the old man, with a very solemn expression on his face: "Mr. John, your heart is a little weak. I suggest you go to the inner city now for a comprehensive examination."

"The results of each examination are still different. I feel that I am fine, so I don't need to run to the inner city." The old man directly rejected the middle-aged man's suggestion.

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly. When he saw Simon and the medical bag in his hand, he was very angry.

"Butler Nick, is this Asian the doctor you found again? Forget about the previous wave of people, why did you find a yellow-skinned monkey? What medical skills does he know? You are kidding Mr. John's life, hurry up and let him go

He's out of here."

Simon's face immediately darkened. This personal doctor was a typical white supremacist, and his words were full of racial discrimination.

"You are insulting a descendant of a federal knight, you are insulting a meritorious family that has won the Silver Knight Medal. Mr. Private Physician, tell me your name, and I will go to the city hall to sue you." Simon looked sullen and stared indifferently.

he.

The bald middle-aged man sneered disdainfully.

"You are the only one who is a descendant of knights and a family of the Order of the Silver Knight. A ridiculous yellow-skinned monkey and a shameful impostor. Mr. John, such a person should be sent directly to the police station and let him stay in an iron cage to pay for his pathetic words and deeds.

."

"Federal law stipulates that anyone who pretends to be a descendant of meritorious deeds will be sentenced to a fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than five years. Mr. Simon, please don't make the mistake." The old butler reminded from the side.

Simon turned a deaf ear to the old butler's words, his eyes cold.

"It is you who should pay the price. My name is Simon Gust. My grandfather, Carson Gust, is a Federal Extraordinary Knight. He won the Silver Knight Medal in the Patriotic War.

My grandfather’s name is engraved on the Wall of Glory of City Hall, my grandfather’s achievements are recorded in the Merit Room of City Hall, and the Silver Knight Medal is stored in my home. You are insulting my grandfather, you are insulting the honor of the federal meritorious family.

glory."

"If you don't believe it, let's go to the city hall to confront you now. I will sue the city hall to strip you of your medical license. A racist like you is not qualified to be a doctor."

Simon walked up to the bald middle-aged man, and every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful. The bald middle-aged man was frightened. Simon took a step forward, and he took a step back. Finally, he tripped over a chair and sat down on the ground, looking horrified.

"Don't sit on the ground and pretend to be dead. Aren't you very proud? Stand up and go to the city hall with me."

"Paul, please get out." The old man said at this time. As if he had received an amnesty, the bald middle-aged man got up and didn't dare to look at Simon. He picked up the medical kit and ran out of the room in embarrassment.

Mmp, I won’t scare you to death.

"Doctor Simon, are you really a descendant of meritorious service? You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."

"Can you talk nonsense about something that is clear to you just by looking up? I will not go to jail for a bastard scumbag." Simon shrugged and affirmed.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet a descendant of a Silver Knight Medal family in Xiacheng District." The old man smiled happily and found Simon more and more interesting.

"Dr. Simon, after all, Paul is my personal doctor and has taken care of my life. For my sake, can you forgive his disrespect?"

"Then forget it. In fact, I was just venting my anger. Seeing how cowardly he looked, my anger disappeared."

"Dr. Simon is a cheerful man."
Chapter completed!