11. Well, he is indeed a third-rate quack!

When the sun just rose the next day, there were already merchants working outside, and some farmers who were carrying goods also came to the town early to occupy a good position in advance to display their goods.

Matou Shinji's tightly closed eyes opened slightly, but he just turned over and fell asleep again.

It's still early for him to get up. Last night, he experimented with magic until late at night, and now is the time to sleep.

This state remained until a little after seven in the morning. The innkeeper's daughter knocked on his door lightly to wake him up from his sleep.

After responding to the innkeeper's daughter, she would leave directly, while Matou Shinji was wearing Good clothes, start recalling things that need to be dealt with today in my mind.

Pushing open the wooden window, the golden morning light mixed with the breeze came onward. The cold air in the morning made Matou Shinji's mind instantly awake, and he began to recall which patients' homes he needed to go to today, and reconfirmed the appointment time and order.

Below the window is a street with people coming and going, where people of all kinds walk around, from farmers in the countryside, to noble people in suits and leather shoes, and even fashionable girls in skirts.

There is hope for the future in people's eyes.

"what..."

Matou Shinji let out a breath of heat. After clarifying what he was going to do today, he chuckled and observed the scenery below.

The hotel he was in was a two-story wooden building, and he could hear clearly what was happening on the street. .

There was a small quarrel at a nearby street vendor because of the price issue, which constituted a murmur in the daily melodious music.

It was common and short-lived. Often this kind of thing would be over within a few minutes, and it would not be delayed until the police who maintained the order. arrival.

At the bottom of the hotel, there is a man and a woman walking hand in hand. The woman is wearing a beautiful kimono with a beautiful bow on her head.

A touch of shyness appears on her face, but it is more joyful. Talking to boyfriend.

After watching for a while, Matou Shinji left the window directly, closed the window, and walked out of the door.

On the table and chairs below the hotel, Mrs. Suzuki, the owner of the hotel, made breakfast. This is not only a hotel but also a restaurant. Shinji will solve his breakfast here and start his day's work...

In a more luxurious house in the town,

Matou Shinji looked at the patient in front of him with some embarrassment. At this time, he was in pain, clutching his stomach and couldn't sit up, his belly bulging high like a pregnant woman , his face was very painful and lacking in spirit.

After asking and observing, Matou Shinji opened his suitcase.

Inside were several sharp scalpels, some glass bottles containing liquids and plasters, and finally some scattered western medicines. For those who only came here for a few days For Matou Shinji, he was lucky to be able to get these.

It's okay to say that the medicines are all prepared by him, so it is more convenient to replenish, but the scalpel and some anti-inflammatory drugs are second-hand goods that he bought from a small clinic at a high cost.

Without the assistance of magic, he must use them. Another way to help.

Taking out a small bottle of medicine, Matou Shinji looked at him with an ugly face and said:

"Drink this medicine, if you still have abdominal pain today, and the abdominal distension has not subsided, I suggest you go to the hospital in a big city, this is not a good idea.

Past illnesses, if there is any further delay, it will be too late."

Matou Shinji left this small bottle of medicine and only charged a small fee as a fee for visiting a doctor. He was helpless with many diseases.

He still has to go to a big city to find a mature doctor for surgery. He is a third-rate doctor who has no confidence in performing difficult operations, not to mention the support of medical equipment and the environment.

Although Matou Shinji said that he has a little fame, it is only a little bit.

Ordinary people admire him, just because every doctor is a big man to them, but for the real rich, it is very important to this man from other places. The doctor who came was still skeptical.

Ordinary people have no money to look down on doctors, and there are not many rich people who choose Matou Shinji. He was only busy for a long time, and then he relaxed again.

He sat on the wicker chair by the table at the entrance of the hotel, and asked Mrs. Suzuki to cook himself a cup. Qingcha, watching the pedestrians coming and going from under the eaves, looked at ease.

His eyes narrowed slightly, this kind of leisurely and peaceful daily life is what he likes.

I don't know if it is because he watched too many exciting scenes in the strange dream, but Matou Shinji has no interest in those ambitions.

He is just a magician with no talent. This is the evaluation of himself in his heart, and it may be a little self-deprecating, but whenever he thinks of the characters in the dream, the pride that just sprouts disappeared instantly.

The big white cat from the Suzuki Hotel quietly came under Shinji's rattan chair, curled up lazily at the legs of the chair, one person and one cat were in a lazy scene.

Time seems to be paused at this moment, the noon sun shines down but is completely blocked by the eaves, and the sun in early summer is still mild, which makes people feel quite good.

"Doctor Matou! Doctor Matou!!"

The sound of shouting made the big white cat stand up abruptly, and ran into the hotel in a flash, and at the same time, Matou Shinji suddenly opened his eyes.

A man dressed as a policeman ran towards Matou Shinji, the police uniform was still stained with some blood, his face was full of panic, and he hurried towards Shinji.

And Shinji stood up, saw his appearance, and said without any nonsense:

"What's the situation?"

"Beasts, beasts attack! Dr. Matou bring your things, come with me quickly, I'm afraid that it will be too late!"

The police pulled Shinji and said with a panicked face, obviously the injured must be extremely important to him.

"I understand."

I didn't say much, no matter how I asked here, it was a mess. I couldn't ask clearly. Only by going to the side of the injured could we understand the real situation.

He went upstairs to pick up his suitcase and the wooden box containing the nine-character kanji, and followed the policeman towards the town to the police station, where the only armed force in the town is located.

Of course, this armed force only said that everyone has police knives that have never seen blood, at most two pistols that can't be fired, and at the same time, everyone has a security stick, which can intimidate ordinary people.

Originally, the town was not big, and the distance between the hotel and the police station was not long. The two entered the police station within a few minutes.

"please follow me."

The policeman who led the way said anxiously, and continued to walk towards the police station with Shinji.

It was originally supposed to be a spacious resting place, but at this time there was a bed in the center of the house, and on it lay a guy who could barely be called a human, his body was tattered and miserable.

There were also several police officers in the room. When they saw Matou Shinji coming, their eyes suddenly lit up, and one of them, a policeman in his forties, said,

"Doctor Matou, I'm a police officer of the wood police department, I beg you to take action. Save my subordinates!"

Matou Shinji didn't agree immediately, but looked at the guy lying on the bed. This guy's body can be said to be full of wounds. Although some wounds have undergone some preliminary treatment, it is of no use at all.

He shook his head lightly and said, "...Sorry, I'm not sure I can cure this wounded man. You should ask someone else to be clever."

The police department made a wry smile, looked at the person lying on the bed and said,

"You are the only doctor I can find in the town, and the other doctors don't live in our small place. We can't make it, only you are our hope."

But Matou Shinji still shook his head. He had no grasp of such a serious injury at all. It would be fine if he could use healing magic plus his own medicine and medicine,

but in the current situation where magic cannot be used... The injured person is gambling, and this matter of life is very troublesome, Matou Shinji doesn't want to be confused.

"this..."

Mu Zhibu Bu suddenly gritted his teeth. As the chief of the town police station, he must try to save the lives of his subordinates as much as possible. He looked at Matou Shinji and said,

"Please don't have any worries, just let go of the treatment, I know him The injury is serious, no matter the consequences, we will not blame you, and the reward will never be short."

Matou Shinji stared directly at the wooden police officer for a while, and after confirming the firmness in his eyes, he nodded. Since he has already said this, it would be too ruthless and too offend if he refused. .

"Okay...I'll try."