My Heroic Life

Roland was a little embarrassed. After all, the family's friends came. According to Roland's thinking, he should also greet him. It is a bit impolite to come up and do business.

"It's okay. Although Europe and Britain are now very peaceful, there are still many people in the world who need help. My time is very short."

"Oh, you are right. I am indeed too shallow. It seems that you still have a lot of patients, so let's start right away."

Roland looked at Nightingale’s solemn and sacred expression, and sighed in her heart. Now in this peaceful age, there are not many people who can do things so steadily. Nightingale is also very satisfied with Roland’s cooperation. The equipment was properly arranged and the diagnosis began immediately.

"It's about the disease of the soul. Although it is a field that I am not good at, I will try my best."

Nightingale spoke out his weaknesses quite honestly and added a lot of points to Roland's heart. In fact, Roland has heard Malda say that Nightingale’s treasure is to create an absolute safety circle. All attack methods in this range will be invalid, and will give our soldiers physical recovery, healing, weakening state relief and other buffs.

In terms of level, the treasure is naturally higher than Malda's miracle skill level, so Malda worried that Roland would invite her from afar, and wanted to open a treasure to Roland and clear his body.

The head nurse with red eyes on Ying used the skill to scan Roland's whole body, and then began to carefully observe the soul in his body.

"So, your spirit is indeed traumatized. I can smell the smell of gunpowder. You have been in the army for many years."

"Yes, it has been nearly thirty years by any means."

Roland smiled and answered, while secretly sighing that Nightingale was indeed well-deserved.

"Thirty years? It seems that I have been sick for a long time. Although I have seen many soldiers like this, you are among the most serious ones, and I think your soul always has a sense of disobedience, look. It's time to take a more radical treatment."

"Radical therapy, what exactly does this mean?"

Nightingale pulled his white gloves and looked at Roland, who hadn't understood much:

"Let's cut it."

Chapter 72 I Need to Call a Wave of Support

"what did you say?"

Roland widened his eyes and looked at the head nurse in front of him in disbelief.

"It may be a little painful, please hold on."

"You will wait!"

Roland, who knows all kinds of knowledge well, watched the magical white light appearing from the palms of the head nurses' raised palms. He immediately pulled out his body from the sofa and shook his head frantically at Nightingale.

"What are you doing? Just let go, I'll tell you I called the police!"

"It seems to be a patient who is not very cooperative. Don't worry, I have experience."

Nightingale looked as though I knew it, and the next second he swooped up like lightning. Raising his hand was a fighting technique, which directly stunned Roland.

Young life!The doctor beat the patient!

Roland almost yelled out. He bet that he had never seen this scene before adding up his two lifetime experience.

Is it okay if I die?

Unfortunately, it really didn’t work. Nightingale’s punch was like a landslide. Roland was almost hit by this punch because he was already very close and unprepared, but even so, the wind of the punch he brought The long hair flew for nearly five seconds.

At the critical moment, the power crystals in the youth soul shined brightly, and the concentration of magic power in the hot spring rose sharply. Roland's twin pupils who used real skills were bright and golden, and his temper was far less gentle than before.

Facing Nightingale, who had attacked again, Roland dodged the attack and grabbed her too late to withdraw the arm, and fell to the ground with a shoulder fall, and then a magic lock tied her firmly.

But to his surprise, Nightingale suddenly stopped after struggling violently. Yingfa's head nurse lay on the ground and activated his skills to scan Roland again, and then began to mutter to himself in a low voice.

"what are you saying?"

"Wait, this kind of case is unprecedented, I want to think about it."

Nightingale didn’t care about Roland at all, and began to lie on the ground thinking. Even though Roland was strange, he was relieved. Nightingale is also a good friend of Malda. In fact, he is not very good. Dare to do something cruel.

After a quarter of an hour, the head nurse's thinking seemed to have finally come to an end.

"Mr. Roland, please let me go, I won't ask you to be treated again."

"Huh? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"Your disease is too complicated, and I don't have a good treatment plan for the time being."

"what?"

Nightingale sat up and said to the surprised Roland:

"When you used force, there was a drastic change in your soul, and it began to become fully activated. This must be clear to you, but correspondingly, some curse-like pollutants were born in your soul, although you may If you can’t feel it, this is likely to have some bad effects on you.”

No, I can feel it, and it's strong.

Roland added inwardly, but he couldn't tell Nightingale about his weakness, he could only pretend not to care and nod.

"Well, it seems like that, keep talking."

"I can treat you with these cursed substances now, but I suspect that some of them are irreversible. In the future, I suggest you try not to put yourself into this state."

"......irreversible."

Roland was a little chilly when he chanted Nightingale's words. The side effect of the power of courage should be short-term. The irreversible thing is only arrogance, but he has only used it once so far, and it seems that it can be rescued.

Now, he has to admit that Nightingale has a weird temper, but it does have its own uniqueness. He let go of her a little eagerly, and the liberated head nurse said nothing. Raising his hand is a treasure. With.

"I will eradicate all poisons, all harmful things."

The white light covered Roland's body. In the light, Roland felt that something in his soul seemed to be purified. The golden pupil went out. He began to thank Nightingale and apologize, but the head nurse was obviously more interested in the condition.

"I will do more research on your situation, try not to induce the disease again, and wait for my follow-up visit."

Nightingale left these words and walked out, wanting to express her gratitude to Roland who kept her, there was no way but to watch her rush to the place where the next patient was.

"Although he has a temperamental personality, he is indeed a great person."

Roland watched the head nurse leave in the hallway and muttered. At this time, he didn't know what kind of stormy waves this diagnosis would bring to his peaceful life.

He just waited for Malda to get off work as usual, telling the story in the blue-haired saint’s wry smile, and then the two had dinner, chatting and fighting games of body swing, waiting for Joan of Arc on the Iberian Peninsula as soon as possible. Return after processing the transaction.

On the other side, after the day’s treatment, the conscientious head nurse Nightingale was taking a break in the hotel to study Roland’s unprecedented case. She frowned under the light and looked at herself. The recorded data is silent.

The numbers reflected in the data are really weird. No, it should be said that the man’s soul feels weird.

After all, there are very few people who use the soul as the source of power. Most people will choose the body. Although Nightingale saw Roland’s artificial human body, he didn’t know that he had no body at the beginning, but this is not the case. It does not affect her impression of Roland's case.

"What is wrong, where does this sense of violation come from?"

Nightingale recalled the specific situation in his mind about Roland's soul, all aspects were normal, but how to say it always gave her a flimsy feeling.