The Surgeon's Studio

"You've lost weight again, so your dancing should be more graceful now. " Christian was not surprised. He used the word "thin" to describe Maris.

She was not only thin, but she also looked like a dried corpse that had been buried in a coffin for many years.

"Master Kerry, you're no longer the little girl you saw when I was 5 years old." Maris responded to Christian coldly.

"Oh, no! In my heart, you'll always be the little girl who dances by the caravans and the bonfire. " Christian said with a smile.

Gentle and elegant, it was as if these labels were forever stuck on the bodies of the Bruch family, constantly showing this to the world.

However, Maris knew that there was something hidden behind their elegance and calmness.

"Thank you for your imagination." Maris said indifferently,"now, can you tell me why you've called me here?"

Under the light, a dried corpse was talking to Christian. The walls of the castle and the priceless oil paintings hanging on them as the background made everything look even stranger.

It was as if a mysterious wizard from the Middle Ages was digging a grave to summon his own skeleton soldiers.

There was a problem with the summoning, and the skeleton turned into a dried corpse.

"Lord Roche was killed a few days ago." Chris looked at the red liquid in the Goblet and leisurely said.

"I know,"

"After causing such a huge commotion, you must know. However, you probably don't know what happened behind the scenes. "

"You're saying that after a hundred years, clan leader Roche has finally made a move?" Maris asked.

"No, my beautiful little girl. Perhaps I should add the word 'once'?" Christian smiled."We all think that Lord Roche has sensed the call of his ancestors and is ready to return to the family cemetery to become a spirit that will protect the family and continue its journey."

Maris listened quietly. The orbiculum beneath her skin trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered. He didn't find it cute. Instead, it seemed even weirder and more terrifying.

"It was a young doctor from the capital who diagnosed Sir Roche and mercilessly exposed the conspiracy. My ancestors! Lord Roche was poisoned by lead. I didn't expect our bodies to be corroded by lead as well. This is a poor quality heavy metal element. "

"A doctor?"

"I know your legends are all for the sake of cheating money. It's impossible for you to use your vitality as the price to divine the future."

The mummified corpse shrugged his shoulders, his black robe trembling slightly.

"I saw you when you were 5 years old. Did you change when you were 6 years old?"

"You know, the curse says that before the age of 10, one will become like this, neither human nor ghost."

"I have no intention of understanding your divination methods. I just thought that you were sick and not because of that damn curse. No one could place a curse thousands of years ago and continue to this day. Even Lord Roche can't do this. "

"I'm touched by what you said, but don't you think it's stupid? Lord Chris. " Maris said in a hoarse voice.

The strange laughter echoed in the castle, as if there were mummies crawling out of the ancient bluestone walls in every corner.

"Then I'll tell you something else."

"What?"

"Lord Roche flew to the imperial capital a while ago."

The mummified corpse's eyes widened as she looked at Christian in disbelief. Loch Bruch was clearly very powerful, but he was too cautious. He rarely left this Castle, even if there were less than five people in the world who could hurt him.

This was his territory, and no one could defeat ... Or hurt him in this ancient castle under the protection of the ancestral spirits.

This old man actually walked out of the castle?

Looking at Maris 'mummified face and wide-open eyes, Christian took a sip of the red liquid in the glass and said,""You know what I mean now."

"Is it an illness?"

"I don't know. In any case, Lord Roche is going to look for that little fellow." "At first, I thought he was very interesting," Chris said."Not many people would dare to punch me in the face, even though I was in a weak state at that time."

The mummified corpse did not interrupt Christian. Her eyes moved slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

"I think Lord Roche is guiding us like a Lighthouse on the coast. Young lady, are you not going to give it a try?" Roche said elegantly.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Ancestors above, I will also slowly grow old, okay? I'm starting to reminisce about the past, and I have a question that I need to explain. "

"No!" Maris rejected Christian's explanation.

"Don't be in a hurry to reject him. He's just an ordinary person ..."

"Ordinary people? Would chief Roche leave this moldy, rotten Castle for the sake of an ordinary person?"

"I'm sorry for your description. " "It's also a video," Chris said."You don't have to worry about others finding out about your Affairs."

The mummified corpse was silent. Her eyes moved slightly, as if she was making up her mind to confirm something.

Christian was not in a hurry. He shook the dark red liquid in the glass, watched the liquid hang on the wall, and slowly dissolved in the glass.

"What does he need?"

"There's no need. I just want to see the good memories of the past ... If there is, our Bruch family will give him enough in return." As he said that, Chris laughed."Plus, I have some doubts about Lord Roche's actions and want to prove something."

The mummified corpse slowly put on the Black Hood again, and his hand that was so shriveled that only a skeleton was left retracted back into the black robe.

At this moment, she seemed to have become one with the shadow of the castle, and it was difficult to tell if she really existed.

"Don't move, my little girl. " "Only this room belongs to me," Chris said."Be careful that Lord Roche doesn't turn you into one of my clansmen, and a lower-class one at that."

The shadow didn't move, only the light on the crystal ball in front of him pulsed.

"I like the way you guys pretend to be mysterious," Christian said sarcastically, then took out his phone.

"I'm looking at what my little friend is doing. "

……

……

Zheng Ren was standing on the balcony, talking to little Yiren in a soft voice.

There wasn't any main topic, and he just said whatever he thought of.

They talked about the lights in front of them, the community Hospital downstairs, the surgery today, and the dinner they had at night.

This was the most carefree time of his life, and Zheng Ren had already gotten used to and loved this kind of life.

[They said ...]

Zheng Ren's phone rang and he frowned.

This was a bad habit left from his clinical experience. His phone was on 24 hours a day, and every time he received a call from the hospital at home, he would be in shock.

That meant another emergency rescue and another sleepless night.

He smiled apologetically at her, then picked up his phone.

Chris? Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone.