Pirate’s General Tiger

Rabe town.

Compared with many large islands in the Great Channel, it is just an inconspicuous small island, but although it is small, it also has its own special place. This is an area where pirates from all walks of life gather, and these pirates are also very unique.

Where are they unique?

The pirates in the town are all losers of the Great Channel.

They succumbed to the fear and majesty of the sea, and gave up their dreams and pursuits. Now they are more of a group of mortals who are unknown or waiting to die of old age.

With no ambition, no goal of action, and no greedy desire, they can no longer be called pirates.

The town is very lively, not much different from any civilian town, there is no shortage of bars, restaurants, hotels, and various entertainment venues. Perhaps, this is also one of the few islands in the great waterway that can maintain calm in this turbulent era.

Waldford set foot on the island with Tang En, who was covered in injuries, on his back. He was also seriously injured, so his steps were slow. After entering the island, it caused many people to cast strange eyes.

"What are you looking at? Where is the doctor? Where is the doctor?"

The single-cell Waldorf glared at the people who paid attention, and replied unceremoniously.

"Heh, this kid is really reckless."

Someone shook his head and laughed, then turned and left.

"Over there, but the price will not be cheap."

Someone also pointed to the other side with a strange smile.

With Tang En on his back, Waldorf walked in the direction the man pointed, and after turning three blocks, he finally saw it.

"So deserted!"

After kicking the medical sign at the door, Waldorf muttered, and stepped into it with Tang En on his back.

"Doctor, help, this kid is dying!"

Tang En's condition is definitely not good. It can be said that there is no complete place all over his body. The blood is congealed, and a foul smell is emitted from his whole body. During the three days, he only woke up occasionally, and then fell into a deep sleep again. If you don't get timely help, you will die sooner or later.

"Save him or save you?"

The small clinic was deserted and empty. The old man smoking in the rocking chair glanced at Waldorf and asked indifferently.

"Children choose, we all have to save!"

"I'm dying too!"

Wadford yelled.

"My medical treatment is very expensive, do you want to agree on the price in advance?"

The old man glanced at Tang En, his eyes slightly serious.

"He will pay the money, as much as you want, hurry up and save people!"

Wadford yelled.

"Well."

The old man raised his hand and motioned for Waldorf to come over.

Then he stood up and helped Waldford take a closer look: "Your injury is very easy to deal with. It's a skin trauma, but there's a lot of bleeding. I'll bandage it for you, and then eat more eggs to replenish your blood. Enough!"

Waldorf shook his eyebrows: "He is dying, are you sure to treat me first?"

"He's about to die. What's the difference between being cured and not being cured? Besides, I'm really not sure that he can be cured with his appearance."

The old man said indifferently, just after he finished speaking, his expression changed slightly, and then his painting style changed again.

"Of course, treatment still needs to be treated. How about this? There are medicines to promote wound healing and bandages over there. You can wrap them yourself first, and I will take a look for this kid first."

Waldorf: "Hmph!"

"Get your hands off my neck first, okay?"

The old man's scalp was numb.

This reckless man is actually a fruit ability user, which he did not expect, and he is so bold that he wants to beat him.

"hurry up!"

Waldorf strode over, poured a basin of water to clean the wound, then grabbed the remaining wine on the table and poured it on his own wound to disinfect it. During this pain, he grinned his teeth and kept inhaling. In the end, I took some medicine and put on a bandage, and I just felt better.

After turning his head, he saw that the old doctor was helping Tang En treat the wound carefully and make a diagnosis. He was relieved just now.

"This navy can't die. It's up to him to fight against MOM in the future. Otherwise, it will be useless wherever I escape."

At the critical moment, Watford was no longer stupid, thinking wisely.

To him, Tang En was like a thick thigh, which had to be hugged in order to ensure his survival.

"too heavy!"

"What the hell did this kid do?"

"It looks like this, it doesn't die, what a tenacious vitality!"

Following the treatment and diagnosis, the old doctor continued to give out amazed praises. Some scars on the other party's body made him gasp and feel heartbroken.

"Hey, you two brats, what did you do? You got such a serious injury?"

Couldn't help being curious, the old man turned around and asked.

After experiencing exhaustion, Waldford, who was already groggy, said something casually.

"Fighted with Bigum."

Then, he tilted his head and snored.

The old man's whole body was shocked, and his face became serious in an instant.

"Bigumam?"

Muttering, he carefully looked at Tang En's wound, and then slowly exhaled.

The scars on this kid's body and the remaining aura around him were no different from the power of the big pirate in his impression.

"Facing that person, I can still survive."

The old man's expression became serious, and then he began to treat Tang En's injury carefully and with all his concentration.

Time passed unknowingly, and when night fell, the old man let out a long breath, and threw the blood-stained cotton ball into the basin under his body that had already been stained red with blood.

"There are too many internal injuries and external injuries. I have performed many small operations on him."

"Whether he can live or not depends on his own physical fitness. He has already done what he should do!"

Exhaling, the old man sighed.

To him, being able to survive the hands of that big pirate, the navy in front of him, is so amazing! Just from the wounds on his body, one could see how powerful the big pirate possessed, and it was no different from a god or demon.

The next day, when Waldorf woke up, there was a tall young girl with freckles on her face standing in front of him.

Blinking his eyes, Waldorf recalled something and stood up immediately.

"Where's the old man? Where's the navy boy?"

His face was a little nervous.

Nothing should happen to Tang En, otherwise, he would surely die.

"What are you calling? Grandpa Root, he helped him deal with his injuries yesterday, and now he is being moved to a hospital bed on the second floor."

The freckled woman rolled her eyes, then said coldly.

"I'm here to help you treat the wound. With your binding method, it's easy to get infected."

Waldorf took a long breath: "Great, isn't that navy dead?"

"Still in a coma, Grandpa Root said, whether he can come back to life depends entirely on himself."

After a pause, the freckled girl said again.

"Of course, it is absolutely impossible to wake up in a short time!"

Waldorf's face became worried again, and he didn't even feel the pain caused by the bandage on his body being brutally torn off by the woman.

After more than ten seconds, the woman applied the new medicine and tied the bandage again, before he woke up like a dream and let out an earth-shattering cry.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Whatever you shout, it's all tied up!"

"Your reflex arc is too long!"

The freckled girl slapped Waldorf's face, and a well appeared on her forehead!