Mystery: The New Dark Emperor Arrives

Chapter 15 The Vampire Doctor

Opening the door of Will's house, a stench rushed in. Lisa quickly took out a handkerchief and covered her nose.

It is conceivable how miserable a person with paralysis of the lower limbs is without anyone to take care of him.

Hobert slapped his nose with his hand, and stepped into the door. There were no valuable items in the room, and they were obviously snatched away.

A man in his 40s was lying on the bed, his face was full of stubble, and he looked very embarrassed. This was Weir after the injury.

Moldy food and empty wine bottles were thrown on the ground. Holding a bottle of wine in his hand, Will stared at Hobert with scarlet eyes: "Who are you? What's your business?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Hobert said while opening the window for ventilation, "Where are your parents?"

Weier sneered, "I'm dead."

"Where's your wife?"

"That bitch ran away early!" He also took away his savings over the years.

Hobert said: "Please allow me to make a bold guess. In your current state, you should not live for half a month."

Will stared at Hobert: "What do you want to do? I don't remember offending you."

"Or I can give you a sum of money and hire a maid to take care of you for a period of time until you get used to being paralyzed." Hobart coaxed.

Weier was a little unbelievable at first, and then he seemed to understand something: "What do I need to do?"

Hobert didn't continue to go around in circles: "Discharge the charges against Hugh."

Weier said fiercely: "That's impossible, she caused me to lose my legs, let her spend her life in prison!"

"You didn't die on the spot," Hobert said. "This can only be regarded as intentional injury. With me defending her, she will be released from prison in at most three or four years."

"Oh, Goddess, look at the current world!" Weier shouted drunkenly: "The murderer who made me paralyzed did not get the punishment he deserved at all!"

Hobert waved his hand in annoyance: "Okay, you are still living in this world, and that is the goddess' greatest tolerance.

"Let's get down to business, I'll give you 300 pounds and you drop the complaint.

"Or half a month later, I'll collect your body."

Hobart has been using his "twisting" ability less skillfully, hoping to warp Will's thoughts.

But Weir stared at Hobert panting heavily, and said after a while, "I want 3000 pounds."

Hobert was a little disappointed, obviously his "distortion" ability didn't play much role.

The young man who brought Hobert here just now had been watching the fun outside. He almost dropped his jaw when he heard Weir's offer.

"I will agree to your request." Hobert smiled and said, "After you withdraw the lawsuit, I will spend 100 pounds to find someone to kill you."

Looking at Hobert's hearty smile, Will was a little terrified.

Hobert said, "Man, your asking price is too high."

"That's 2000 pounds, it can't be lower."

Hobert still shook his head.

Weier sneered and said: "Anyway, I'm dying now, young lawyer, please come and collect my body in half a month, but please prepare for the son of a bitch arbitrator to go to jail."

Hobert thought for a while: "Then let's change the condition. I'll help you find a doctor, let you stand up again, and then you withdraw the lawsuit!"

Weier was a little excited at first, and then he shook his head dejectedly: "I have seen many doctors, and they all said that I can no longer stand up."

Hobert continued to use his "distortion" ability to exert influence on Weier's thoughts. He said coldly, "Excuse me, what good doctor can you invite?"

Weier was taken aback, as if suddenly enlightened: That's right, what good doctor can he find for a gangster in the East?He was carried to the hospital in Jowood area before, and the doctor he saw there was the best doctor he had ever seen.

So he rekindled his hope: "If you cure me, give me another 300 pounds..."

Hobert interrupted him: "You can only choose between money and medical treatment. My patience is limited. If you continue to be a rascal, you will get nothing."

He was a little excited because his influence had something to do with it.

"Okay, okay, I choose to treat my illness!" Weier said: "But I will not withdraw the lawsuit until there is a significant improvement."

Hobert nodded, and asked the young man who was looking outside, "What's your name?"

"Peter, sir, my name is Pete."

Hobert took out another 1 pound note: "Okay Pete, would you like to run errands for me today? If you do, you will also get 1 pound income."

Pete immediately entered the door, reaching out to get the banknotes: "Of course!"

But Hobert collected the money: "I'll give it to you after your work is done. Now you go to four homeless people and tell them that I will hire them for one day today and I will pay them 1 soli each."

"Happy to help." Pete turned and went out.

He quickly found four homeless men, and Hobert asked Pete to rent a carriage, and then asked the homeless man to carry Will to a bathhouse not far away to take a bath, and then asked someone to shave and cut Will's hair.

When they came out of the bathhouse, Will looked at least ten years younger when he was carried by the bum.

It was already noon at this time, and Hobert found a nearby coffee shop for lunch, and let four homeless people come in to eat together.

The four tramps thanked Hobert, two of them in tears, for it had been a long time since they had had a proper meal.

Hobert kept reminding them to eat slowly so they didn't choke on their food.

The food here was very greasy, but Hobert ate them all. After walking around the East End, he felt that any waste of food was shameful.

It's just that Lisa didn't seem to have any appetite, and the lunch that was given to her was barely touched. After obtaining Lisa's consent, Hobert distributed the lunch to four homeless men.

After lunch, Hobert said to the coachman, "Go to River Bend Avenue in the south area of ​​the bridge."

The coachman asked, "Sir, what is the exact number?"

"I forgot too. I got out of the car and asked for directions when I got to Riverbend Avenue." Hobert was telling the truth. The address of the vampire White's family had appeared a few times, and he could remember that it was on Riverbend Avenue.

After the carriage started to move forward, in the two-wheeled carriage leading the way, Lisa asked a little worriedly: "Mr. Hobert, although I am not a doctor, I can tell that Will is seriously injured. Are you sure? Is he cured?"

Hobert smiled and said, "I don't care if I'm sure, it doesn't matter if the doctor says it."

He said: "But the doctor I know is very special and has superb medical skills. If he says it can't be cured, then Will really can't be cured."

Lisa didn't continue this topic, and the carriage returned to silence.

Arriving at Hewan Avenue, most of the residents here are middle-class families. Walking on the streets here makes people feel like they have returned to the world.

Hobert went down and asked a passerby, and soon got the address of Dr. White, who was good at "bloodletting treatment": No. 48, Riverbend Avenue.

Knocking on the door of No. 48, a young vampire, no, a young man opened the door for everyone: "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Hobert asked, "We're here to see Dr. White. Are you Dr. White?"

"No, I am his son, Emlyn White."

　Thank you [Yu Zhe] for your 200-point reward today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)