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"Hey, are you okay?"

Legend has it that when a person is about to die, he will see the person he most wants to see in his life. No matter how much he thought about it, Chizhe could never imagine that the moment he felt that he was about to die, what came to his mind was not his family or himself.

It’s the familiar and warm silver color of my mentor.

He thought of Netra, and even he himself didn't understand this. Netra had concealed her identity as a mermaid, and she was the one who sank the first ship, so he should hate her very much. But the fact is

But I couldn't hate myself, I just felt sad, my chest hurt as if I had been cut one after another with a knife, until my whole heart was unrecognizable and bloody.

"I'm alive?"

This was the first thing he said when he woke up. He raised his head and looked around.

The sky is still so blue and the water is still clear. The only thing that has changed is that there is a ship under me and I am lying on the deck.

"You almost died. Fortunately you met us, otherwise you would have been dragged into the sea by that mermaid and fed to the fish."

"Mermaid?"

"Why didn't you jump into the sea after being charmed by the mermaid? Look, you're right there, with a fierce temper." Looking in the direction pointed by the finger, a silver-haired mermaid was struggling desperately, and four or five people around her were working together.

I want to put her in an iron cage.

"Naitra!" Chizhe pushed the man beside him away and rushed towards everyone with his weak body. The others focused all their energy on the mermaid, and no one noticed him.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to disrupt everyone's rhythm like an intrusive stick. The person pressing the mermaid's tail was pushed away by Chizhe. Taking this opportunity, Netla swung his tail vigorously and pushed the person pressing his tail away.

Several people were thrown away, and the sharp claws even opened one person's stomach.

"You lunatic! What the hell are you doing!"

The leader knocked Chizhe to the ground with one punch. He was so weak that his eyes blackened and he fainted again.

"Hiss!" Netra looked at the leader angrily and wanted to pounce on him.

"Hold her down! She's almost out of strength!" Everyone gathered around again, and everything was just as he said. The large amount of blood loss and constant struggling had already worn down her strength. The swaying of her tail just now

It was her last bit of strength. Everyone basically pressed her into the cage without much effort.

"Boss, what should I do with this person?"

The sailor holding his stomach looked at Chizhe fiercely. There was no shortage of doctors on this ship. Doctors could treat both major and minor illnesses. A wound like his was only a matter of a few injections for a doctor, but this was sea water.

, if he gets infected, he will have to report it here, and doctors don't treat patients for free. If the doctor is greedy, he will have to hand over all the salary for this trip. How can he not hate Chizhe.

"Haha, since he wants to help that mermaid, lock them together. Give him some medicine and don't let him die too comfortably."......

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Chizhe woke up, not because he had enough rest, but because of pain.

He felt like his stomach was grinding meat, and he felt nauseated all over. He could only lie on the corner of the cage and vomit.

But the medicine had been digested by him a long time ago. He had never heard of poison being vomited out after being digested.

His face was pale and he was sweating coldly.

Cold fingers touched his face, but he tilted his head subconsciously. Even at this time, he still couldn't let go of Netra.

I deserve it. Why should I care about the mermaid? Not long ago, she wanted to drag herself to the bottom of the sea and drown. Why should I save her? I just need to ask the people on the boat to take me and Naifen away from here.

That's fine. For such a big ship, even a sea monster wouldn't attack easily if it wanted to. But why can't I help myself? Chizhe huddled up, and his head was full of taunts to himself.

madness.

The cold fingers were still stroking his face, shaking his shoulders from time to time.

Chizhe reluctantly opened his eyes. The merman naturally couldn't hide his expression, it was obviously panic.

Maybe he is such a fool. Even if he is betrayed, he still can't let go.

It's okay, it's not a bad thing to die like this and still have someone who worries about your life and death by your side. At least you can know that she loves him too.

Netra was stunned.

Just now, Chizhe's breathing became more and more rapid, and dark red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His life was gradually weakening. This should have been a sign of death. If left alone, he would die soon.

But he smiled, showing his happy mood. How could anyone still laugh when he was about to die?

The mermaid retracted her hand, an indescribable anger filling her heart.

Your life is mine, and only mine. How can you die whenever you want?

Netra's finger gently touched the pale wrist, and light red blood flowed out.

She put her wrist up and wanted Chizhe to swallow it.

But Chizhe's body twitched slightly and he was already unconscious.

She had no choice but to raise her wrist, put it to her lips, take a big mouthful of blood, then move forward to pry open Chizhe's mouth with her tongue, and pour the blood in. She tried her best to pour her own blood into Chizhe's mouth.

Zhe's throat.

The taste of blood was extremely bitter to begin with, not to mention that Chizhe's consciousness was drifting away from the pain. He just wanted to vomit out all the contents in his stomach. It would take a lot of effort for him to swallow it.

When Netra looked up again, the wounds on her wrists had solidified.

Black and light red blood stains alternately stained Netra's pale lips.

Cold fingers gently touched Chizhe's neck. It was covered in cold sweat, but his breathing began to become even.

According to legend, the blood of mermaids can detoxify and the heart can make people live longer. It is said that a long time ago, a mermaid hunted its own kind in order to save his sweetheart, and made him drink the mermaid's blood and flesh, and lived for nearly three hundred years.

This is a story passed down orally by the mermaid tribe, which is as old as a legend. No one among the mermaids in the sea took this story seriously, but at this time Netra was grateful for this legend.

"You all seem to be in good spirits. I only wanted to see the man's tragic death, but I didn't expect to find an unexpected surprise. I can't tell that you are full of treasures." The leading man appeared again, he

He half-closed his eyes and looked at Netra greedily.

The mermaid rushed to the iron cage and waved her claws angrily at the leading man.

"Don't be anxious. When you find your companion and let your sisters get together, you will have to date me at that time.

It doesn't matter how long it takes." He took a few steps back, just enough to avoid Netra's claws. He smiled slightly and left the room.

When Chizhe woke up again, there was a dry fishy smell in his throat. He swallowed subconsciously, but a particularly sweet smell came back. He still felt vague, as if he had been covered with a soft and warm quilt.

, so comfortable that he didn't even want to open his eyes.

Perhaps the simplest happiness in this world is to lie on a soft Simmons bed covered with a quilt and sleep until you wake up naturally.

Those mermaids, sea monsters, and big ships are all just a long and terrible nightmare for me. When I wake up, everything will be back to the original, and I will still be a little famous doctor in the small town, cute and lively.

Netra would definitely push open his door roughly early in the morning, throw a big fat fish at him, and then stare at him motionlessly with his cute big eyes like a kitten, watching his step by step.

Cook raw fish into delicious meals.

As for the strange smell that vaguely appears in the mouth, sometimes I sleep too deeply and it is like this before I wash up. The reason why my head is so dizzy may be because I sleep too deeply and numb. The advantages of living in a small town are:

There are few people, and there are not many people who need to see a doctor. There is no long queue of patients waiting for treatment early in the morning. You can sleep as long as you want, so being an unknown doctor is not all useless, right?

Chizhe tilted his head, but did not feel the soft pillow. Instead, he heard a slight friction sound.

It's strange that his pillow is missing. I think he sleeps in a good position. He doesn't move around like a child, sleeping in one position and waking up in another position. Could it be that he accidentally put his pillow when he was having a nightmare?

Did you throw it under the bed?

The feeling of the sheets is also weird. Do you have such comfortable sheets at home? It almost feels like your whole body is wrapped up.

In the blur, Chi Zhe wanted to open his eyes, but he was too tired. His eyelids were as heavy as lead and he couldn't open them. He only moved his arms slightly, and the sound of water came to his ears.

There was a very uniform slight sound, which made Chizhe feel even more confused. Although his drugstore was very close to the sea, there was no way it would flood his bedroom! How could there be such a sound of water so close at hand?

In fact, his feeling was still trapped in endless darkness. In fact, people often have such an illusion when they are half asleep and half awake, as if the ceiling and walls are very far away from themselves. But what Chizhe doesn't know is that he is actually not

Lying in the bedroom, I lie on a piece of soft sea sand, a piece of sea sand that has been specially cleaned without any rocks or gravel. There is no pillow under my neck, but a pile of light yellow seaweed with countless holes.

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"What use is this guy to us? He's never done anything but cause trouble."

The familiar yet unfamiliar voice came directly into his mind, and Chi Zhe frowned unconsciously.

The sound was so unpleasant, it was like iron scraping against glass. It was not only harsh but also mixed with a squeaking noise. It was comparable to the heavy metal instruments he had seen in the capital of the empire.

Singer, the sound produced.

"Your injuries are almost healed. Although you are still a little weak at this time, you don't need this guy at this time. Besides, the only thing this guy does is just prescribe a few medicines. As long as you remember those medicines,

It will be the same when you go to other pharmacies to buy it."