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Natasha: "..."

Natasha was at a loss for words.

"Anyway, welcome, Spas..."

Before she could finish speaking, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the door, rustling and lifting the curtain behind her.

Spare peeked through the gap in the curtain and saw that there were several beds behind the curtain, and the people lying on the beds looked strangely familiar.

Danheng, Xing... it's the Star Train!

Weren't they at the Goethe Hotel in the upper district before?

Why did they faint and lie here? Were they drugged and about to be killed?

Typically, some organizations in northern Myanmar do have core members who are doctors.

A series of thoughts flashed through Spa's mind.

He glanced at Natasha and suddenly felt that the doctor's smile was also suspicious.

However, Spahta was a calm and collected man and unwilling to take action without sufficient evidence.

He rolled his eyes and looked behind the curtain, where he saw another figure he didn't recognize.

She was a beautiful woman with long silver hair cascading down to her waist. Her eyes were tightly closed, yet they still couldn't conceal her ethereal气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).

However, what concerned Spah most was that the woman, like Pera, was wearing the uniform of the Silvermane Iron Guard.

"Commander Bronya!"

Pera shouted and rushed straight behind the curtain.

"Don't disturb the patient!"

Hill frowned slightly, reached out, and blocked Pera's path.

"Step aside."

Pera's voice was deep, his round-framed glasses flashing white light, and drones rose into the air, their muzzles protruding.

Hill brandished his scythe and charged at Pella.

click!

A revolver was pressed against Hill's head.

In an instant, Hill felt a chilling pressure, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

She turned her head and saw Spa holding a gun, his eyebrows furrowed, and a cold glint in the depths of his pupils.

pat!

Hill was sweating.

"I'll tell you what to say, and you answer. Don't try anything funny."

Spa's tone was colder than the snow in Belleburg:

"The people behind the curtain are my friends. They were with me an hour ago, so why are they here now?"

"I... someone delivered this."

"Who?"

Spa raised the volume.

Just then, the clinic door opened.

A crisp footstep sounded, and someone quickly approached Spa.

That voice... it sounds familiar.

Spare pondered, turning his head, only to see a wisp of pink hair swaying in the cold wind.

"Playing hide-and-seek with kids is really...wait, Mr. Spall, what brings you here? Are you and Sister Hill playing paintball?"

On March 7th, he scratched his head and said innocently.

Chapter 79 The Clinic's Life in Progress

On March 7th, through a combination of gestures and explanations, he finally managed to clarify the situation.

It turned out that shortly after Spa left, Bronya suddenly led a large army to besiege the Goethe Hotel.

Unwilling to clash with the natives, the three had no choice but to flee. In their panic, they rushed into a fissure.

However, even with the numerous turns on the high-risk sections, the train crew still couldn't shake off their pursuers and was surrounded by the enemy from both sides.

Fortunately, Sambo broke through and fired tear gas, knocking down the pursuers and also taking down the three members of the train crew.

Sambo then carried the train crew to the clinic, kidnapping Bronya as a hostage.

Everything was simple and straightforward, with clear logic.

No wonder!

Spah frowned slightly, took a bite of a potato chip, and said:

“Just half an hour ago, Sambo was trapped with us at the Goethe Hotel. How could we possibly save you?”

"But seeing is believing, and when Sambo saved us, it was about half an hour ago."

"Wait! You mean, Sambo, after I abandoned him and left with Hook, immediately returned to the upper district to launch the rescue plan."

Spah held his head.

"Yes!" March 7th nodded emphatically.

“Sambo the Fool…is it Show Lo or Jotaro Kujo?” Spah rubbed his head.

Who is Show Lo? Who is Jotaro?

March 7th tilts its head, revealing a "wise" look in its eyes.

"..."

Spall, no longer willing to acknowledge March 7th, turned his head to look at Natasha, lowered his voice, and said:

"I'm sorry for the conflict here and the inconvenience it has caused you. If you need any compensation..."

"It was all a misunderstanding, it's all cleared up now."

Natasha smiled.

Spall nodded, put his hands in his pockets, and pulled out a letter under Natasha's questioning gaze.

"Actually, I wasn't planning on coming to this clinic. However, someone asked me to deliver a letter to his sister."

Spall pushed the letter in front of Natasha.

“I will pass it on… No! That’s not right! The sister you’re talking about, could it be me?” Natasha looked up in surprise.

Spah nodded emphatically.

Gum!

Natasha swallowed hard, grabbed the envelope, but couldn't open it for a long time.

Half a minute passed, and she sighed softly, tore open the envelope with a ripping sound, and took out the waxy yellow letter paper.

Natasha turned her head and read the letter word by word, as if she wanted to devour every single character.

But after reading for a short while, her eyes reddened.

Natasha continued reading, tears welling in her eyes, which fell onto the letter with a soft thud.

She put down the letter, raised her head, and didn't say a word.

Spa didn't bother her.

He knew that no matter the relationship, the death of a relative was an unbearable pain in everyone's short life.

Ugh!

Spa sighed inwardly, thinking of his former colleague, Sandstone.

He, who was usually very talkative, would always remain silent on his birthday every year, supposedly to commemorate the Evikin people who had long since died.

Recalling the past, Spa felt a dull ache in his chest.

Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough...

A coughing sound rang out, and Spare regained consciousness.

He saw that Natasha reacted faster, wiping away her tears, straightening her back, and standing up from her seat.

She returned to her original smile, her eyes no longer filled with tears, only her pupils, which were slightly red and swollen.

Natasha pulled back the curtain, picked up a wet towel, and walked toward the patient.

Spah sensed that protective energy clusters filled the air, transforming into butterflies that danced around Natasha.

The curtains were drawn tight, and the clinic returned to silence. Only behind the curtains, with clanging noises, did Natasha bustle about.

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do next.

Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough...

Another coughing sound rang out, but this time it didn't come from behind the curtain.

Spall shifted his gaze to the bed on his right, where a patient lay, his face pale and bloodless.

Cough cough! Cough cough cough...

The patient coughed incessantly, his voice like a subwoofer, wandering through the narrow clinic as if he were coughing up his lungs.

If we don't deal with this quickly, things will get really bad...

"Natasha!"

Spah cried out and turned his head toward the curtain.

"Almost there! Wait a minute!"

Natasha responded. Kosper, peering through the curtain, didn't see Natasha turn around.

No! Natasha is too busy.

Spa pursed his lips, but had no intention of interfering in other people's clinic affairs.

Cough! Cough cough...

The patient coughed again and spat out red blood.

“Su…Su…Susan…”

The patient collapsed on the bed, his lips moving, but he could only utter a name and nothing else.

Spall looked at Hill suspiciously.

"Susan was his sister, who recently passed away."

Hill replied, turning his head away, unable to look the patient in the eye.

Pera pursed her lips and muttered, "If only I knew medicine... otherwise I could help him."

The room was silent except for the constant coughing.

Spah felt that both Hill and Pera were surrounded by protective energy.

In his vision, the energy transformed into specks of golden light, few in number, yet as dazzling as the morning star.

Well... I'm a believer in Cripper too.

Spah sighed softly, walked over to the patient, grasped his wrist, and gently placed his thumb on his pulse.

"Don't worry, I know a little about medicine."

Spall said.

Although his voice was soft, it possessed a strange power that unconsciously calmed everyone present.

As Pera looked at Spa's retreating figure, the sense of powerlessness she had felt inexplicably subsided.

He should be able to do it.