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Before the consultation, Li Ang had to go through all the medical records that all doctors or exorcists had done for the Consul's son during this period of time, and quickly looked through a few times before he nodded to the Consul.

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

Under the guidance of the butler, 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 steward and the consul exchanged glances, and after receiving the latter's nod, they opened the heavy door with a key.

This secret room is extremely spacious, with a mahogany floor on the floor, and some thick cotton cushions on the walls scattered on the floor, a bit like the pads used in mental wards to protect patients from harming themselves.

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

That window is in a position that ordinary people can't reach without relying on things like ladders,

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

The grid of the fence is very dense, not to mention the whole person, it is estimated that even a small fist cannot pass through.

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

There is a wooden armrest at each of the four corners of the bed, and the four armrests and the thin wires hanging from the ceiling together hang a black and airtight ceiling mosquito net.

It's here.

The butler took a deep breath, stepped into the room, reached out and shook the copper bell by the door - Li Ang noticed that there was an identical copper bell on the bedside table next to the double bed,

These bells are embedded in the wall in a precise and efficient way, and each bell is connected to one or several other bells. The owner of the house can remotely call the servants in other rooms as long as he rings a bell.

It is estimated that only the nobles will use this fancy communication method. Most of them live in large mansions that are enough to get lost, and they are completely lazy to leave the house and take a few steps.

The action of the butler ringing the bell should be some kind of signal indicating 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 who was originally lying flat on the bed in the shape of a big sat up.

Oh, it's you, Mycroft!

The figure quickly said in a nervous male voice. After seeing the consul couple behind the secretary, he was relieved again, and his nervousness and panic calmed down a lot. Father, mother, you are here.

This is the son of the consul?

A mere layer of mosquito net couldn't block Li Ang's sight at all. He could clearly see that sitting on the double bed was a young man somewhat similar to the consul.

This young man has blond hair, and while his facial contours are tough and clear, he also has a bit of femininity.

It's just that now his eyes are sunken, with dark circles and bags under his eyes that even cosmetics can't cover, his face is full of panic, and his hair is messed up like a chicken coop, which greatly affects his appearance.

Peter, my poor boy...

After seeing her son, the Consul's wife lost control of her emotions and subconsciously wanted to go forward, but her husband firmly grasped her wrist.

The consul glanced at the half-eaten plate on the bedside table, took a deep breath, and said to his son, Peter, where's the spoon?

Hearing his father's questioning, the young man named Peter slowly took out a wooden spoon from under the quilt—the end of the spoon seemed to have been thwarted by something, showing a sharp section.

If used as a weapon, it can be regarded as a small bayonet.

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

Before leaving the house, the consul gave an order to the butler: In the future, when he eats, let people watch him eat.

The butler left the room with a plate and spoon. The consul coughed softly and introduced to his son: Peter, this is a monk from the East. He is not only skilled in medicine, but also good at exorcising demons. He can help solve any evil spirits.

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

The Consul turned and went down...

clear.

Li Ang nodded and raised his hands slightly to indicate that he was not hostile. He walked towards the mosquito net without haste, pulled up a chair, sat not far from the bedside table, slowly exhaled a foul breath, and said softly: Brother Dao, don't be nervous, the first An exorcism is like this, you have to believe in yourself, and the treatment will be successful.

?

Peter, who was sitting on the bed, was taken aback when he heard the words, My name is not Brother Dao.

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

???

Peter's bewildered mood almost diluted the tension and anxiety for a long time.

In short,

Li Ang cleared his throat and asked Peter, Tell me about what happened to you. Tell me from the beginning, don't hold back.

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

Ask patients to get more accurate first-hand information.

Li Ang said seriously and earnestly: Also, I am proficient in internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, pediatrics, ophthalmology, ear, nose and throat, skin diseases, venereal diseases and mental diseases,

None of the patients cured or killed by me spoke ill of me.

If you are in our east, you must be able to hear about my great achievements.

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

Cut hemorrhoids for the patient and cut her a beauty hemorrhoid by the way, helping her become a beauty all at once;

Give a patient with a weak pulse a full bottle of pulsation to help him get his pulse back successfully,

And I am also good at cross-stitching. When a patient with a sutured wound was discharged from the hospital, he was successfully auctioned to a museum at a price of up to 2 million.

So, please don't question my professionalism as a doctor, got it?

...

Peter was silent for a while at first, to ease his emotions, and exhaled a bit of resignation.

In the past few days, he has also met many doctors or exorcists who behave strangely and abnormally. An oriental monk full of flirtatious words seems to be nothing unusual.

It all started when I boarded the Iris Orchid which was returning to the Kingdom of Loen five months ago.

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