NOVEL SIMPLE foreigner's journey
Chapter 52 Treatment
Chapter 52 Treatment
On September 9, a private clubhouse in Youkexin City.
Bartra clasped her hands together tightly and leaned forward anxiously, but did not dare to make a sound.
He was afraid of disturbing Heather's treatment.
A thin, pale, long-haired woman was lying on the originally well-equipped hospital bed. She closed her eyes tightly. The tubes and attached medical equipment that had been inserted into her body had been removed, even if the famous doctors invited by Batra had been removed. Protesting doesn't help either.
The three stony beetles were lying on the comatose woman's forehead, chest and calf respectively, and the other one was attached to the back of Heather's right hand.
The golden fluorescence continues to spread outward through the traces of the Grubalot rune on the back of the beetle. Batra, who specially borrowed the [Trimoyen scarf] from Rodakin Dom, stared intently at the woman on the hospital bed, whose face was illuminated by the golden fluorescence. The chin gradually became ruddy, and the eye sockets couldn't help but become red.
How many years, finally... finally...
The arms, which had been dry and atrophied due to inactivity for more than ten years, became full again. The legs that were completely disabled due to the car accident were gradually recovering. The dry and pale skin became delicate and rosy, which could be seen under the closed eyelids The eyeballs began to roll rapidly, and she was about to wake up.
At first, her fingers trembled slightly, and after a while, her eyelids slowly opened, and she stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling and the black-haired young man with glasses standing beside the bed.
"Isabella..."
Hearing the familiar voice, the woman turned her head and found Batra's face full of tears and ravines coming closer.
"Bart, dear, why are you so haggard..."
Isabella murmured and reached out and stroked Bartra's face, and her memory gradually recovered: "I seem to have... suffered... a car accident?"
She sat up suddenly and looked at her legs. She remembered that her legs were crushed and crushed when the car accident happened. The terrible pain made her tremble all over, but now... She shivered. Gently touched his legs, intact as before.
Was that car accident just a dream?
Bartra held Isabella's hand, her voice trembling: "It's not a dream, my dear Isabella, you have been sleeping in the hospital bed for 13 years since that terrible car accident. I tried everything I couldn't wake you up until I met Mr. Heather..."
He turned his head to look at Heather, his eyes full of excitement: "Thank you so much! Thank you so much! I-I really don't know what to say!"
Heather waved his hand, and the four scarabs floated up and dissipated as thoughts:
"This is the deal we agreed on, so you're welcome. It should be said that the treatment is still timely. If this lady's physical condition is delayed for another month, she may die completely. Don't worry, [Light Egg] has already All her old injuries and the body that has been deficient over the years have all been repaired, and a perfect skin care package is also included for free, and she can recover her ability to move freely in a few minutes, and you two can fall in love happily again."
"Even if I exchange my life for Isabella's recovery, I am willing to do so. Besides, I have sworn before that as long as you can save Isabella, I will hand over all my property. Dealing with GI ( Greedy Continental Game) and the payment of the contract fees for those hired hunters will take some time, I will immediately issue a statement and entrust all the property to you in a legal form."
Bartra was a man of his word, and in his opinion, a trillion fortune was no match for his lover's gentle smile.
And Isabella didn't lose her temper even when she heard that Bartra was going to give away all her property. Instead, she kissed Bartra's face encouragingly: "You finally made up your mind... Bart, we will live in seclusion from now on. In a remote town, live a peaceful life."
"Okay...Okay!" Bartra hugged her lover tightly.
Heather raised her eyebrows and glanced at Isabella. Whether it was her heartbeat or body temperature, it showed that this woman wasn't lying. She really wasn't a scheming girl who calculated Batra's wealth... Heather admits that she guessed wrong. It is written like this in the Internet in the world, it is indeed a bit preconceived.
Thinking of this, Heather didn't stretch. Anyway, it wasn't a good show to watch: "Actually, I don't intend to ask for your property, Mr. Bartra."
"Can……"
"You give me [light egg], and I will help you [save people]. This is a fair and reasonable transaction, and I am not a greedy person."
Heather picked up the jacket on the back of the chair, and pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of her nose: "However, the entrustment fee paid to the Beating Enemy Family is up to you, and the clearance entrustment of the GI game is always with you. But I remember that there is also a [Rejuvenation Drug], don’t you want to match Ms. Isabella’s appearance better?”
Saying so, Bartra was immediately moved.He also doesn't want to go out with his girlfriend to be praised 'your daughter is so beautiful', 'this is your granddaughter is too beautiful'.It must be more suitable for Isabella to change back to her youthful appearance, right?
Who was not a spiritual boy when he was young!
"Mr. Heather, you will always be my and Isabella's most important friend."
Bartra helped Isabella to stand up, and the two bowed deeply to Heather on the other side of the hospital bed:
"Everything in the Batra estate will be at your disposal, please accept our most sincere thanks."
Heather smiled: "Okay, I'll accept your thanks, and forget about the rest. I'm leaving, and I'll contact you if I have anything."
The door opens, then closes.
In the room where there were only two people left, Isabella hugged Bartra, resting her chin on the shoulder of the old man, with a gentle tone:
"Have you suffered a lot for me over the years?"
Tears of happiness flowed from the corners of Batra's eyes: "For you, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it..."
…………
The towering Hunter Association headquarters building is located in the president's office on the top floor.
A short weirdo with a face shaped like a bean and no nose or ears put a stack of report sheets on the desk and turned to look at the figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: "President, the information you want."
"Oh, it's a bean noodle man."
The figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows turned around. This is an old man of small stature, with a ponytail on his bald head, a bushy beard, large and long earlobes, wearing a large kimono, wearing clogs, and writing on his face With 【vigor】.
Isaac Nitero, No.12 President of the Hunter Association (currently), is honored as [the most capable person].
Nitro paced to the desk, picked up the report sheet and glanced at it, stroked his beard and laughed:
"Hehehe, the future generations are terrifying, the phantom brigade composed of all those who were difficult to deal with was actually destroyed in just one night."
"That's right, [Twelve Earthly Branches] was also shocked after receiving the information, and they were all surprised when such a powerful newcomer suddenly appeared."
The bean noodles man pointed to the report sheet: "President, this Mr. Heather should be Izenaby..."
"Yes, the person with the innate ability to think that Izanabi discovered half a year ago is still a member of our [Xinyuanliu] strictly speaking."
Nitro stroked his beard and looked at the photo of Heather in glasses on the report sheet, his smile was full of interest:
"What an interesting kid... I have to hurry up, or I won't have fun if that guy finds me first."
Thanks to the slow fisherman for the reward!
(End of this chapter)
On September 9, a private clubhouse in Youkexin City.
Bartra clasped her hands together tightly and leaned forward anxiously, but did not dare to make a sound.
He was afraid of disturbing Heather's treatment.
A thin, pale, long-haired woman was lying on the originally well-equipped hospital bed. She closed her eyes tightly. The tubes and attached medical equipment that had been inserted into her body had been removed, even if the famous doctors invited by Batra had been removed. Protesting doesn't help either.
The three stony beetles were lying on the comatose woman's forehead, chest and calf respectively, and the other one was attached to the back of Heather's right hand.
The golden fluorescence continues to spread outward through the traces of the Grubalot rune on the back of the beetle. Batra, who specially borrowed the [Trimoyen scarf] from Rodakin Dom, stared intently at the woman on the hospital bed, whose face was illuminated by the golden fluorescence. The chin gradually became ruddy, and the eye sockets couldn't help but become red.
How many years, finally... finally...
The arms, which had been dry and atrophied due to inactivity for more than ten years, became full again. The legs that were completely disabled due to the car accident were gradually recovering. The dry and pale skin became delicate and rosy, which could be seen under the closed eyelids The eyeballs began to roll rapidly, and she was about to wake up.
At first, her fingers trembled slightly, and after a while, her eyelids slowly opened, and she stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling and the black-haired young man with glasses standing beside the bed.
"Isabella..."
Hearing the familiar voice, the woman turned her head and found Batra's face full of tears and ravines coming closer.
"Bart, dear, why are you so haggard..."
Isabella murmured and reached out and stroked Bartra's face, and her memory gradually recovered: "I seem to have... suffered... a car accident?"
She sat up suddenly and looked at her legs. She remembered that her legs were crushed and crushed when the car accident happened. The terrible pain made her tremble all over, but now... She shivered. Gently touched his legs, intact as before.
Was that car accident just a dream?
Bartra held Isabella's hand, her voice trembling: "It's not a dream, my dear Isabella, you have been sleeping in the hospital bed for 13 years since that terrible car accident. I tried everything I couldn't wake you up until I met Mr. Heather..."
He turned his head to look at Heather, his eyes full of excitement: "Thank you so much! Thank you so much! I-I really don't know what to say!"
Heather waved his hand, and the four scarabs floated up and dissipated as thoughts:
"This is the deal we agreed on, so you're welcome. It should be said that the treatment is still timely. If this lady's physical condition is delayed for another month, she may die completely. Don't worry, [Light Egg] has already All her old injuries and the body that has been deficient over the years have all been repaired, and a perfect skin care package is also included for free, and she can recover her ability to move freely in a few minutes, and you two can fall in love happily again."
"Even if I exchange my life for Isabella's recovery, I am willing to do so. Besides, I have sworn before that as long as you can save Isabella, I will hand over all my property. Dealing with GI ( Greedy Continental Game) and the payment of the contract fees for those hired hunters will take some time, I will immediately issue a statement and entrust all the property to you in a legal form."
Bartra was a man of his word, and in his opinion, a trillion fortune was no match for his lover's gentle smile.
And Isabella didn't lose her temper even when she heard that Bartra was going to give away all her property. Instead, she kissed Bartra's face encouragingly: "You finally made up your mind... Bart, we will live in seclusion from now on. In a remote town, live a peaceful life."
"Okay...Okay!" Bartra hugged her lover tightly.
Heather raised her eyebrows and glanced at Isabella. Whether it was her heartbeat or body temperature, it showed that this woman wasn't lying. She really wasn't a scheming girl who calculated Batra's wealth... Heather admits that she guessed wrong. It is written like this in the Internet in the world, it is indeed a bit preconceived.
Thinking of this, Heather didn't stretch. Anyway, it wasn't a good show to watch: "Actually, I don't intend to ask for your property, Mr. Bartra."
"Can……"
"You give me [light egg], and I will help you [save people]. This is a fair and reasonable transaction, and I am not a greedy person."
Heather picked up the jacket on the back of the chair, and pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of her nose: "However, the entrustment fee paid to the Beating Enemy Family is up to you, and the clearance entrustment of the GI game is always with you. But I remember that there is also a [Rejuvenation Drug], don’t you want to match Ms. Isabella’s appearance better?”
Saying so, Bartra was immediately moved.He also doesn't want to go out with his girlfriend to be praised 'your daughter is so beautiful', 'this is your granddaughter is too beautiful'.It must be more suitable for Isabella to change back to her youthful appearance, right?
Who was not a spiritual boy when he was young!
"Mr. Heather, you will always be my and Isabella's most important friend."
Bartra helped Isabella to stand up, and the two bowed deeply to Heather on the other side of the hospital bed:
"Everything in the Batra estate will be at your disposal, please accept our most sincere thanks."
Heather smiled: "Okay, I'll accept your thanks, and forget about the rest. I'm leaving, and I'll contact you if I have anything."
The door opens, then closes.
In the room where there were only two people left, Isabella hugged Bartra, resting her chin on the shoulder of the old man, with a gentle tone:
"Have you suffered a lot for me over the years?"
Tears of happiness flowed from the corners of Batra's eyes: "For you, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it..."
…………
The towering Hunter Association headquarters building is located in the president's office on the top floor.
A short weirdo with a face shaped like a bean and no nose or ears put a stack of report sheets on the desk and turned to look at the figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: "President, the information you want."
"Oh, it's a bean noodle man."
The figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows turned around. This is an old man of small stature, with a ponytail on his bald head, a bushy beard, large and long earlobes, wearing a large kimono, wearing clogs, and writing on his face With 【vigor】.
Isaac Nitero, No.12 President of the Hunter Association (currently), is honored as [the most capable person].
Nitro paced to the desk, picked up the report sheet and glanced at it, stroked his beard and laughed:
"Hehehe, the future generations are terrifying, the phantom brigade composed of all those who were difficult to deal with was actually destroyed in just one night."
"That's right, [Twelve Earthly Branches] was also shocked after receiving the information, and they were all surprised when such a powerful newcomer suddenly appeared."
The bean noodles man pointed to the report sheet: "President, this Mr. Heather should be Izenaby..."
"Yes, the person with the innate ability to think that Izanabi discovered half a year ago is still a member of our [Xinyuanliu] strictly speaking."
Nitro stroked his beard and looked at the photo of Heather in glasses on the report sheet, his smile was full of interest:
"What an interesting kid... I have to hurry up, or I won't have fun if that guy finds me first."
Thanks to the slow fisherman for the reward!
(End of this chapter)
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