Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 374 373. Changes in the clinic

"Are you guys OK?"

Dr. Yousefka used her gloved fingers to push her flaxen hair behind her ears.

Stooping to ask Viola and the children in the corner of the clinic.

After sending Lan En away, the two little girls soon lay down tiredly in their mother's arms and fell asleep again.

Viola seemed to be preoccupied, just stroking the hair of her two daughters with blank eyes.

Yousefka knew what she was thinking.

She is also worried about her husband, Gascoigne.

Their love has always been the envy of many people. But on this sinister night, it became something tormenting.

"No, we're all fine, we're just a little too troublesome for you."

Viola was brought back to her senses by Yousefka, and she quickly put on a comforting smile, telling the doctor not to worry too much about her.

She has never been a weak character.

"You are already very tired, Yousefka. You should take some rest. The incense has just been put on, so there is nothing to worry about. If you need it, I can watch it for you and wake you up if anything happens."

Doctors don't have it easy in the clinic.

The patients in the clinic sit far apart from each other. They are suspicious of each other, wary of each other, tired and sleepy because of the danger of this night.

In addition, their physical condition is not good, and the mental burden puts their bodies on the verge of collapse.

Yousefka had no choice but to leave them alone, so he could only move between patients.

Comfort them, encourage them, tell them that no one in this clinic has signs of lycanthropy.

The lycanthropic plague does not exist here.

Yousefka is a mature doctor. She knows how to throw out a bunch of uncommon terms to make patients dizzy, and then create trust out of the gap in knowledge.

And on this night, the patients could only trust her, and it was best to trust her.

Who else can take care of a group of people who are already sick?

Hunters also treat diseases. They specialize in treating lycanthropy, and there is only one treatment method - killing the patient.

"Forget it, Viola. They can't trust you, you are from outside. If you walk beside them, they will panic."

Yousefka smiled softly and shook his head.

Viola could understand this situation after a little thought, so she could only look at the doctor apologetically.

"Sorry, it seems I can't really help. Thank you, doctor."

"If you can take good care of the children, you have already done a favor."

Yousefka didn't care at all, he just stretched out his hand and touched the faces of the two little girls, making their round faces sunken.

Amid the confused murmurs of the little girls, Yousefka stood up.

This action made her eyes suddenly go dark, and she rubbed her forehead before regaining her balance.

How long has this night been? I feel like I have never been so tired after taking care of patients all night long.

Yousefka waved his hand in response to Viola's worried look, and walked towards the patient again.

They began to glance around nervously again.

She can't fall down yet. She is the only professional in this clinic. Although she is just a small doctor in a small clinic, she is not comparable to the scholars in the Healing Church. But he is also a professional.

Here, she was the only one who could bring people peace of mind, and she had to hold on.

However, just as she moved her heavy and tired steps toward the patients, a knock on the door from the closed door on the second floor of the clinic broke the silence.

"Is there anyone there?"

Yousefka asked hesitantly, his voice rising slightly.

In the clinic, all the patients stared at the door with suspicious eyes, as if a lycanthropic patient was lying outside the door, looking at everyone inside with his melted and dilated pupils.

There was no answer outside the door, but there was indeed someone, because the knocks on the door were getting louder and louder.

In this situation, Yousef unconsciously crossed his arms to his chest and clasped each other tightly.

She was also frightened when a patient in the clinic mutated into a werewolf.

Will there be a hunter outside the door?

Hunters would knock on doors from door to door on hunting night. Residents who could not respond rationally would have their doors broken in, then dragged out and hacked to death.

This kind of bloody story has been circulated in Yanan for a long time, second only to the jokes describing the hardships of foreigners.

There have been serious cases of lycanthropy in the clinic. Will hunters come to eradicate it?

It's not like those hunters who are obsessed with killing have never done this kind of thing.

But she couldn't let that happen in her clinic.

"Are you a hunter? Are you on a hunting mission?"

No one spoke outside the door, and even the knocking on the door stopped.

Yousefka suppressed his panic, swallowed and continued speaking.

"I'm sorry, but, but I really can't open the door to you. This is a clinic, only ordinary patients, no beasts, and I won't let my patients be exposed to the risk of lycanthropy."

"I know you're hunting for us, for the city, but I really can't open the door."

Seemingly knowing that most hunters do not have that much compassion, Yousefka hurried to the bookshelf of the clinic and took out a blood collection bottle from a long and slender box.

"This is my own refined blood."

While talking about her former identity as the Saint of Blood, she handed the blood collection bottle through the break in the glass on the door.

"This is the only help I can provide you, please accept it."

She stretched out her hand with the broken glass, but no one took the blood collection bottle for a long time.

There was no answer, no knock on the door.

Just when Yousefka was at a loss and froze not knowing what to do, she suddenly felt her wrist being grabbed by someone, and then a sudden needle tingling sensation came from her blood vessels.

Almost at the same time, a feeling of dizziness flooded into my mind.

The tired body went limp. In a daze, the doctor saw limbs like soft-bodied creatures protruding from the crack in the window.

Those smooth and soft limbs pulled out the bolt of the door with a mucus-slapping sound.

The patients were screaming, and Viola seemed to pick up the long rod of the infusion bottle and wanted to fight back, but the limbs of the soft-bodied creature easily flew away the thin metal rod.

The anxious voices of two little girls called out for 'Mom'.

"Ah, sister, my sister."

Amidst the noise and chaos, a soft female voice came from outside the door, a female voice that was almost the same as Yousefka, soft but not gentle.

Yousefka suddenly opened his eyes wide, trying to resist the effects of the medicine in his body and see clearly the scene outside the door.

But it was no use. In her uncontrollable drowsy vision, there was only the sight of a woman's boots walking into the door.

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