My Daughter is So Amazing

　　 After waiting for Rohr and the others to leave for a while, the police rushed to the scene, looked at the half-dead young man on the ground, waved his hand with disgust, and motioned to passers-by to come and help.

　　On the way to the hospital, Rohr talked a few words with that Mr. Tank and got some inside stories about the play.

It turns out that these actors are porters at the railway station. The most typical bottom of society is that there is not much entertainment that can be enjoyed on weekdays. The old amphitheatre is considered one of the few places to go, and it did have several shows in the early years. It’s a good show, which carries many of their few childhood joys.

　　 But as the town gradually prospered, as many as five serious theaters have been opened, and even a little level theater troupe will not go to this kind of free open-air theater anymore.

　　 These porters spontaneously organized a super amateur theater troupe, trying to give their children a little different childhood entertainment.

This movie of Star Sword Fairy was played by Mr. Tank for her daughter. She has always been a loyal fan of Sword Fairy, but she had no conditions to go to a formal theater to appreciate the idol's demeanor, so the father played a few scenes. Friends, put on a clumsy performance for my daughter.

　　 It’s just that I didn’t expect this to happen. If Rohr hadn’t come forward in time, I’m afraid he would be beaten today.

　　 They dare not fight back because the boss who hired them has laid down the rules. If they are brought into the police station in a fight outside, they will be unconditionally expelled.

　　 is also a group of poor people.

　　 So when they took out their only money and wanted to thank and apologize, Rohr refused.

　　 After arriving at the ‘Good Life’ sect, Rohr found a priest and asked:

　　 "Is Dr. Wesley free?"

　　 The priest shook his head with a smile:

"He is very busy."

　　Roll was very sensible and stuffed two banknotes into the offering box next to him.

　　 "He should be free soon."

　　 The priest immediately changed his words.

　　Waiting for a while in the corridor of the hospital, he saw the previous doctor with a weird temper approaching impatiently.

　　 But when he saw Rohr, he was a little excited, and he walked quickly and grabbed his arm.

　　 "Just right! I just want to find you."

　　 Luo Er smiled and replied:

　　 "It's just right, I have something to trouble you too, my friends were slightly injured by accident..."

　　 "Did they attack you too?"

　　 asked the doctor back.

　　Roll nodded.

　　 The doctor's expression became more solemn in an instant, and he quickly checked several actors carefully. The stethoscope dangled his eyes and knocked his knees.

　　 Finally, he asked a few priests to come and take the actors to the next ward to rest.

　　 "Huh? No need? I feel okay?"

　　 "Just give us some ice cubes, and work at night."

　　 Dr. 　　 suddenly exploded with a majestic aura, sternly, and reprimanded:

　　 "Are you a doctor or I am a doctor? You don't even listen to the doctor's words, do you want to live?"

　　 The actors were dumbfounded by him, so they didn't dare to speak.

　　The doctor then pulled Roll into his office, gave him a more comprehensive examination, and then carefully recorded what happened today, and finally came to a conclusion:

　　 "It seems that my diagnosis was wrong yesterday. This is not accidental or malicious blackmail."

　　 I can come to this kind of judgment...

　　 Luo Er muttered inwardly, and then asked:

　　 "Doctor, did something happen?"

　　 The doctor nodded with a serious face, then lowered his voice and said:

　　 "You may have been involved in an extraordinary event..."

"Last night, the hospital accommodated a group of patients. They were all suffering from mental pollution to varying degrees. Before that, they had fought with people on the street, and they were overturned by someone who looked like a villager. They were The people who attacked you yesterday, right?"

　　 "I have been thinking of ways to find you, and I notified the police station, but I didn't expect you to come back in time."

　　Roll became nervous after hearing this. How could he encounter the extremely dangerous and extraordinary event in the legend?

　　Such incidents are generally caused by monsters or holy objects, and they may also be caused by certain rituals and techniques. They often require professional transcendents to deal with them. Once ordinary people are involved, it will be very dangerous.

　　 "This... how can this be good?"

　　 "Don't be nervous, calm! Isn't I here?"

　　 Doctor patted him on the shoulder, and then asked:

　　 "Since you have practiced swordsmanship, what level of strength do you have?"

　　Roll hesitated for a while, and replied steadily:

　　 "Probably... Maybe... There is barely a fourth-order, right?"

According to the knowledge learned in the swordsman group, the first-level entry, the second-level apprentice, and the third-level backbone are those who have not touched the level of extraordinary ordinary people. If they are more powerful, they can reach the fourth-level elite, but the highest is the fifth-level senior. .

The design difficulty that Rohr took part in that year was between the second and third levels. Although he failed, he still managed to complete it. A passing score should be too much, plus more than ten years of non-stop Practice, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said that the fourth-order should be too much, right?

　　 But he is still a little frustrated. This doctor is an extraordinary man. He has checked his body carefully, and he might find himself bragging.

　　 Fortunately, the doctor believed him, nodded, and said:

　　 "If Tier 4 has the ability to participate, you follow me."

　　 After all, he took Roll to the inpatient department at the back of the hospital and came to a small hospital that was isolated.

　　Roll didn't even get close, and he heard a loud noise from inside, laughing wildly, crying, roaring, and wailing.

When I got closer, I saw the couple who misunderstood him yesterday, the loan shark who asked him for debts, and others. They were tightly tied to the hospital bed by a two-finger-wide leather belt. Some of them were struggling, some were convulsing, and some were low. Talking loudly, some roaring loudly.

　　 Everyone has various expressions on their faces, as if the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world have been gathered on them.

　　 "This is mental pollution?"

　　 Rolle asked in a low voice.

　　 "Well, their thinking and consciousness have been chaotic, and their eyes are full of hallucinations. They are gradually losing themselves. If they can't get relief, they will fall into madness."

　　 the doctor replied.

　　 "What should I do?"

　　Roll did not shirk responsibility, but volunteered to ask.

　　 The doctor nodded slightly, as if admiring his enlightenment, muttering words in his mouth, and blessing him with a magical technique.

　　Rol suddenly lit up a slightly flickering translucent barrier before his death.

　　 I have been buffed?

Dr. 　　 then handed him a wooden stick and continued:

　　 "You take a closer look at them, I want to observe whether there will be changes, be careful, you can protect yourself first."