At daybreak, Lumian opened his eyes to the sound of the bells from St. Robert's Church. That night, he slept at the Golden Cockerel Hotel.
He raised his right palm and touched his head, and found that his thick hair had returned. Lumian then turned over and got out of bed, looking into the full-length mirror in the room, and saw himself, who was both familiar and a little strange.
That was when he was still in Koldu Village, his hair had not yet been dyed blond. In the morning light, he smiled to himself, feeling much better than before.
At least, at least he doesn't fail in everything, and he has no problem killing and taking revenge.
After having breakfast bought from a street vendor, Lumian was about to go to the Observatory District or the Memorial Hall District to find a barber shop to dye his hair blond again when he heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from far away.
Just when he thought the other party would kick the door open, there was a knock on the door. It was Franca, who rarely got up so early. She was about to say something when she saw Lumian's pure black hair.
"You dyed it back?" she asked in surprise.
"I guess so." Lumian watched Franca walk into room 207 and close the door. Franca stopped dwelling on this question and said viciously, "Did you kill Hugh Artois's assistant secretary
"You were so eager to be promoted to 'Arsonist' last night?" Lumian stood up and said with a smile, "Yes." Franca didn't expect him to admit it so readily, and was a little speechless for a moment.
After a few seconds, she
He hissed and said, "You brat, you promised me that I would be patient, but you rushed right up to me. You really don't hold your hatred until tomorrow, do you
"If you keep doing this, I doubt you will survive this year, no, this month!" Lumian explained simply, "I didn't actually think about killing that guy named Tibalt last night. I just wanted to wait for him and collect more intelligence to prepare for finding you to fight him later. But the opportunity came up, and it was so good that I couldn't convince myself to give up.
"Well, I have made preparations in all aspects, including anti-divination and anti-tracking." Franka let out a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Is that guy very weak? It seems so easy for you to get him?"
"His main ability is to spread disease through contact, which happens to be restrained by the 'Arsonist'. If it weren't for the anti-divination and anti-psychic, I could kill him within ten seconds." Lumian recalled.
Franca sighed, "You are really lucky. Have you ever thought about the possibility that your target is very powerful?"
"My initial judgment is that he won't be very powerful. If he exceeds a certain limit, I will just use my knife." Lumian asked,
"Why are you up so early?"
"I was woken up by Gardner!" Franka gritted her teeth and said,
"He asked me to mobilize you leaders to find the person who killed Assistant Secretary Hugh Artois. As soon as I heard the details, I felt that it was you who did it! I just told you last night to adjust your condition and then mix the potion, but you turned around and drank the 'Arsonist'." Lumian said sincerely: "I felt that my condition during this period was particularly suitable for the promotion of 'Arsonist', so I quickly mixed the potion.
"Will the boss doubt me?"
"Not for now." Franca shook her head.
"Except for yourself, no one could have imagined that you would take the potion last night. Moreover, you were very clever in putting the blame on the Aurora Society. Well, in Gardner's mind, you obviously lacked the necessary motive." Having said that, Franca glanced at Lumian's head and said, "Come on, I'll help you dye your hair back to the previous color. Try not to change it at this time, so as not to arouse suspicion."
"Okay." Lumian was happy to save some money. The ward was much busier in the morning than at night. Some people were carried away crying, some were carried back home by their relatives, and some insisted on leaving the hospital despite the crying.
Janna and Elodie, who woke up again, remained silent in the face of these scenes, because they knew very well what was going on: not everyone is willing to take on huge debts to treat their loved ones, and not everyone wants to let their family fall into the abyss because of themselves.
Sometimes the patient gives up but the family members insist; sometimes the family members give up and the patient has no choice but to accept his fate; sometimes the patient and the family members leave the ward at the same time without saying a word, and when they look at each other, they can't hold back their tears and cry or shout.
When the ward regained a certain degree of quietness, Elodie, who had barely sat up, whispered, "How long will I have to be treated here?" Janna thought about it and decided to tell her mother the truth. After all, it couldn't be concealed. The doctor would reveal more or less when making rounds, treating or doing further examinations. And if Elodie stayed for a few more days, she would be able to judge the truth based on her physical condition and the fact that she had not been discharged from the hospital.
Janna organized her words and said, "The doctor said you have to stay here for several months, or even half a year. Your external injuries are not serious, but your body is badly damaged. If you don't recover completely, your condition may worsen." Before Elodie could react, she smiled and said, "I have already got the treatment fee. I borrowed it from Franca. She doesn't need such a small amount of money. She promised Julian and I that she can pay it back in two to three years. By then, Dad's accident compensation will surely have been received, and you may have hope too." Elodie looked dazed for a moment, and after several seconds she said, "Why does it take so long..."
"With such a huge explosion and chemical gases, it's good to be alive." Jane asked.
"What happened at that time?" Elodie thought for a while and answered a little tiredly: "I don't know, the explosion happened immediately and I fainted.
"I feel like it started near the big metal tanks. Alas, many of the factory's facilities are old, and things often break down and need repair, but the boss isn't willing to pay for replacements. Alas..." After chatting for a while, Janna saw that her mother was a little exhausted, so she asked her mother to rest for a while and went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
After seeing her walk out of the ward, Elodie struggled to get out of bed, unplugged the infusion bottle, held onto the wall, and walked breathlessly to the ward diagonally opposite - where doctors and nurses were checking the injured one by one.
Elodie found the doctor, told him her ward and bed number, and asked, "How many months do I have to be treated?" The doctor flipped through the records and said, "The test results haven't come out yet. At the moment, it's five to seven months."
"How much does it cost per month for treatment?" Elodie asked. The doctor said carefully, "It depends on the test results. If it's good, it'll be about two or three hundred Felkins per week. In the later stages, it'll be even less. But if it's not good, it'll be four or five hundred Felkins per week. After that, even if you leave the hospital, you must pay attention to rest and never overwork again." Elodie was speechless and was helped back to the ward by the nurse to reinsert the needle.
It was almost noon when Julian, who had come to see his mother, walked into the ward. After chatting with him for a few words, Jana said, "I'll go to the hospital's affiliated restaurant to buy you some food." After that, she walked briskly out of the ward and down the stairs.
After Lumian's repeated teachings, she truly realized that she was an extraordinary person, different from ordinary people. As long as she was willing to take certain risks, there were many ways to make money.
Therefore, the medical expenses and huge debts are nothing. It is worth being happy and praising the sun if my mother can be saved!
In the ward, Elodie looked at Julian who was sitting next to her, and asked with a gentle look in her eyes, "You are almost 23 years old, right?"
"Yeah." Julian smiled.
"I've long been a worker who can support a family, but in your eyes, I'm still a child who hasn't reached adulthood." Elodie smiled and said, "That's because my standard for true adulthood is different from others. I've always felt that only when you have mastered a skill that can continuously make money can you be considered an adult. You still have one year to go, and Chelia still has one and a half years to go.
"You have suffered so much in the past few years."
"You are the one who has worked hard." Julian said with emotion.
"Before I could really help you, you had a whole year working three jobs every day, leaving home at six in the morning and not returning home until twelve at night." At this point, he blurted out in an emotional state: "We will definitely cure you!" Elodie laughed happily and touched her flaxen hair: "What a pity, my wig is gone." And your sister, she lied to us that the theater needed it, and dyed her hair brown so that she wouldn't be recognized when she went to the dance hall to sing. We really can't do anything about her.
"Hey, I really don't want you to get into more debt. That will waste several years of your time. By then, you won't be young anymore..." Julian quickly comforted his mother, saying that he had made great progress in learning locksmithing skills and would definitely get a salary increase next year.
After rambling for a few minutes, Elodie covered her chest and said to Julian, "I feel a little uncomfortable. Please help me find a doctor."
"Yeah." Julian stood up suddenly and rushed outside. Elodie immediately pulled out the infusion needle, held on to another bed, and staggered but firmly to the window of the ward.
On the first floor of the Holy Palace Hospital, Janna came out of the attached restaurant carrying a wooden lunch box and walked towards the stairs.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure falling from a height outside the hall with a bang.
Janet felt an inexplicable panic in her heart, and she didn't know what she was worried about. She turned around, rushed out of the hall, came to the person who jumped from the building, and squeezed through the crowd surrounding the scene.
The next second, she