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Prior to the consultation, Li Ang had to come to all the "medical records" conducted by all doctors or exorcism experts for the consul's son during this period of time. After a few quick glances, he nodded to the consul.

Everyone left the living room, but the butler was already waiting outside the door,

Under the guidance of the housekeeper, Li Ang and others walked along the corridor to the top floor of the villa, and finally reached a certain secret room.

Standing in front of the door of the secret room, the butler and the consul looked at each other, and only after getting the latter's nod, did he use the key to open the Shen Da door.

This secret room is very spacious, the floor is covered with mahogany floors, and some walls are scattered on the ground with a thick layer of cotton cushions. It is a bit like a cushion used in a mental ward to protect patients from harming themselves.

There is no candle in the room, and the only source of light is the sunlight refracted through a rectangular glass window.

That window is in a position where ordinary people can’t reach it without relying on things like ladders.

There is only a small gap, and there is a grid-like steel fence on the outside.

The grid of the fence is very dense, let alone the whole person, it is estimated that even a small fist can't pass through.

There is very little furniture in the secret room, and a spacious double wooden bed is placed in the middle.

Each of the four corners of the bed has a wooden handrail, four handrails and a thin line hanging from the ceiling, hanging together a pitch-black, airtight mosquito net.

"This is it."

The butler took a deep breath, stepped into the house, reached out and shook the copper bell by the door—Li Ang noticed that there were identical copper bells on the bedside table next to the double bed.

These bells are embedded in the wall in a sophisticated and efficient way. Each bell can be connected to one or several others. The owner of the house can call the servants in other rooms remotely by ringing one bell.

It is estimated that only nobles will use this fancy communication method. Most of them live in large mansions that are enough to make people lose their way. They are too lazy to leave the house and take a few more steps.

The action of the housekeeper ringing the bell should be some kind of signal that someone has come in.

Li Ang clearly saw through the mosquito net that the front end of the flat quilt above the double bed suddenly turned up, and a figure lying on the bed in a "big" shape sat up.

"Oh, McCoff is you!"

The figure quickly said in a nervous male voice. After seeing the consul husband and wife behind the secretary, he breathed a sigh of relief. The nervousness and panic were calmed a lot, "Father, mother, you are here."

This is the son of the Archon?

The mere layer of mosquito nets could not block Li Ang’s sight. He could clearly see that sitting on the double bed was a young man who looked a bit like a consul.

This young man has blond hair, his facial contours are tough and clear, but he is also feminine.

It's just that now his eyes are sunken, with dark circles and bags under the eyes that can't be covered by cosmetics, his face is full of horror, and his hair is messy like a chicken coop, which greatly affects his appearance.

"Peter, my poor boy..."

After seeing her son, the consul's wife was a little out of control, and she subconsciously wanted to step forward, but her husband firmly grasped her wrist.

The consul glanced at the dinner plate that had not been completely eaten on the bedside table, took a deep breath, and said to his son, "Peter, where's the spoon?"

The young man known as Peter heard his father’s question and slowly took out a wooden dining spoon from under the quilt—the end of the dining spoon seemed to be frustrated by something, showing a sharp section.

When used as a weapon, it can be used as a small bayonet.

Li Ang watched with interest as the butler walked forward, took the spoon from Peter in silence, and walked to the door with the plate.

Before he left the house, the consul said to the butler: "He will eat from now on and let people watch him eat."

The butler left the room with the dinner plate and spoon. The consul coughed softly and introduced to his son: "Peter, this is a monk from the East. He is not only exquisite in medicine, but also good at exorcism, whether it is mental illness or real He can help solve any evil."

Obviously, this conversation has been going on many times. Peter didn't argue that he was not sick, he just turned his head silently and looked at Li Ang and others standing at the door.

The consul turned around, next..."

"understand."

Li Ang nodded and raised his hands slightly to indicate that he was not hostile. He walked towards the mosquito net in a hurry, pulled a chair, and sat not far from the bedside table. He slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, and whispered: "Brother Dao, don't be nervous. One exorcism is like this, you must believe in yourself, the treatment will be successful."

"?"

Peter sitting on the bed was taken aback when he heard the words, "I am not called Brother Dao."

Li Ang nodded, "I know, I am Brother Dao."

"???"

Peter's bewildered mood almost diminished the long-term nervousness and anxiety.

"Anyway,"

Li Ang cleared his throat and asked Peter, "Tell me what happened to you. From the very beginning, don't have any reservations."

Peter sighed in a tired and weary tone: "Don't you already know this kind of thing? Why do you want me to say it again? Or did you come here for treatment without knowing anything? Is this a bit unprofessional? "

"Inquiring from patients can get more accurate first-hand information."

Li Ang said seriously and seriously: "Also, I am proficient in internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, pediatrics, ophthalmology, ear, nose, and throat, skin diseases, venereal diseases, and mental diseases~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I cured or died. None of the patients speak ill of me.

If you are in our East, you will surely hear my great achievements.

What helps a schizophrenic person build an ogre personality and help him relieve the symptoms of schizophrenia;

Cut the patient's hemorrhoids and cut her a beauty hemorrhoids by the way to help her become a beauty at once;

Inject a whole bottle of pulsation into a patient with weak pulse to help him successfully pulsate back,

I am also good at cross-stitching. The patients with stitched wounds were successfully auctioned to the museum for up to two million when they were discharged from the hospital.

So, please don't question my professionalism as a doctor, do you know? "

"..."

Peter was silent for a while, relieved his emotions, and breathed out a bit of fate.

Over the past few days, he has also met many strange doctors or exorcists who behaved strangely, and an oriental monk who was full of talk seems to be nothing unusual.

"Everything will start from when I boarded the Iris Orchid back to the Kingdom of Loen five months ago."

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