The Last Alchemist

The maid asked carefully: "Master, do you want to see him?"

"See you! Of course I'll see you! Just let him in." Petain waved his hand.

If it were anyone else, with his current ghostly appearance, he would definitely not receive him, but White was different. White was the son of Viscount Rodit and a son of a nobleman. In the past, they were best friends who ate, drank and had fun together.

When Bay was shot, White didn't run away. It is said that White's situation is even worse. A month ago, he was bedridden and had several holes in his hands.

Originally, Pétain thought that White would be finished soon, but he didn't expect that he would come to visit him now. How could a seriously ill bedridden person come to visit? Could it be that he was about to die and was carried over to see me for the last time?

Petain was very curious.

After waiting in the room for about five or six minutes, the door behind Petain was pushed open, and he immediately looked over.

At the door of the room, a tall young man strode in. He was wearing a thick fur cloak, covering his head, face and body, but judging from his body shape, there was no doubt that he was White.

"What's wrong with you?" Petain was stunned for a moment. Wasn't he seriously ill? He was feeling windy no matter how he walked.

White laughed, stretched out his hand, and pulled off the fur cloak. Under the cloak, White only wore a pair of trousers, with his entire upper body exposed.

Petain looked at it and was surprised again: "How come you have so few rashes on your body?"

"You can't believe it. Let me tell you, I was lucky enough to meet a miracle doctor!" White laughed heartily.

"A miraculous doctor? Help you cure your illness?" Petain was surprised and happy.

"What else?" White was in a very good mood. He smiled: "Originally, I thought I was going to die, but my dad looked for a doctor everywhere for me, and in the end, he actually found one. Do you know? Five days ago, I met the miracle doctor and started to treat the disease; three days ago, I was able to get out of bed. Today, I am in great spirits. I was worried about your illness, so I rushed over to the miracle doctor. Brought to you."

Petain was overjoyed: "Really?"

White opened his chest and pointed at a big scar on his chest: "Man, can you tell whether it is true or not with your own eyes?"

His illness has really improved, and anyone who is not blind can see clearly.

Petain no longer had the slightest doubt, and he said happily: "Then quickly ask the miracle doctor to come up and treat me too."

As a result, White did not move. He put his fur cloak back on his body, walked to a chair nearby and sat down, saying: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. This miracle doctor has a bit of a weird temper. Let me talk to you carefully first, so that you don't worry about it." If he is offended, he will show his temper and will not be cured by you."

Petain was unhappy when he heard this: "Are you still having a temper? Tell him that as long as he can cure my disease, I will directly give him 10,000 gold dragon coins!"

White smiled bitterly: "I mean, man, it's not about money. Money is also a problem, but it's not the main problem. This miracle doctor has a stubborn temper, and his treatment methods are a bit weird. If you don't listen to him, he will He won’t treat it right away, no matter how much money he pays, he won’t treat it.”

Petain still didn't believe it and looked at his friend sideways: "How can there be such a difficult person to talk to in the world? Besides, who can't get along with money."

When White saw Pétain, he wanted to argue with him, and he became more enthusiastic and asked: "I want to ask you, there are so many easy-to-talk people in the world, which one can cure roseola?"

"." Petain was speechless after being retorted for a long time before he said: "Then tell me, how do you want to treat him?"

White then smiled and said: "Yes, treatment is important. That's it. When this miraculous doctor treats a disease, he must not let a third person watch. You can't have the slightest doubt about his medical skills. Just do whatever he asks you to do." Why, don’t hesitate at all. Then, treat the disease. You also need to prepare money, 10,000 gold dragon coins is still too little. For example, for me, I was given 5,000 gold dragon coins for one treatment, and I also had to treat myself to good food and drinks for a total of three treatments in five days. I already spent it. Sixteen thousand gold dragon coins."

Petain gasped when he heard this: "The first few points are easy to explain. But if it's not just a cure, why is it so expensive?"

If this were an ordinary aristocratic and wealthy businessman, wouldn't it mean he would go bankrupt just to treat his illness?

"How about he be a miracle doctor?" White spread his hands and looked helpless. If he wasn't the only son of the Rodite family, it would be a problem whether his father would treat him or not.

"Let me think about it." Petain's face was uncertain. He could afford the money for medical treatment, but after all the money was given, he would probably have very little personal savings left.

The problem is that he is not the eldest son in the family. This money is what his father gave him to start a family. If he spends it all, his father will not be kind enough to give him more money.

"Can you cure it or not?" White asked.

Petain gritted his teeth and said: "Treat!"

Why are you thinking about money when your life is about to die?

"Then I'll go and bring him up." White stood up and walked towards the door. After taking a few steps, he added: "Oh, by the way, this miracle doctor's name is Pasteur. He likes to be called Pasteur." Doctor Sid. Don’t call him wrong, otherwise he will be very unhappy.”

"I know, I know. Go and bring him." Petain urged.

White got up and walked out of the room and walked downstairs. About five or six minutes later, Pétain heard the sound of 'dong~dong~' footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.

At this moment, Pétain felt his heart beating loudly, and there was an indescribable tension in his heart. He stood up, walked a few steps quickly, and faced him.

When Petain walked to the door of the room, he saw two people appearing at the stairs.

The man in the front wearing a fur cloak is naturally White, while the man in the back is slightly shorter, wearing a strange leather jacket and leather trousers, long leather boots, a thick beard, and messy hair tied up randomly. The back of the head.

This man also carried a lot of things with him. He carried a large wooden box on his back, a small leather box on his left waist, and a belt tied to the outside of his thigh. There were all kinds of weird metal things inserted into the belt. appliance.

At first glance, I saw that he was a very sloppy guy. Compared with the homeless people on the street, the only difference was probably that he didn't smell bad.

When White saw Petain, he immediately took a few steps forward, then turned and said to the man behind him: "Doctor Pasteur, this is the young Master Petain I told you about. You see, he has exactly the same disease as me."

After saying that, he turned to look at Pétain: "This is Dr. Pasteur. Let me tell you, Dr. Pasteur is not just a simple doctor. He is not only a doctor, but also an alchemist and a pharmacist. The things he carries are not simple. Simple, they are all medical tools he made himself, and each one is of great use.”

Pétain discovered that White had great respect for this doctor named Pasteur, to the point of being almost humble. This was completely unimaginable before.

‘It seems that this guy is really capable, otherwise with White’s domineering character, it would be impossible to convince him so much. ’ Petain thought to himself.

He took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Doctor Pasteur, I am very honored to meet you."

The man who called himself Dr. Pasteur was naturally Rosen. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he disguised himself to look like a middle-aged man in his late forties.

Seeing Petain greeting him, he looked up and down at the dense spots on Petain's body and said expressionlessly: "Master Petain, your illness is very serious. It will take me at least half a month to cure it. "

In order to act like him, Rosen deliberately took some voice-changing medicine. His current voice is deep and hoarse, which is completely different from before.

"Is it only half a month?" Pei Dang was happy, but still a little worried: "It can really be cured."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his arm being pinched hard. When he turned around, he saw White winking at him.

Petain suddenly woke up and quickly changed his words: "I believe you can cure my disease. Also, about the reward."

Rosen said coldly: "In half a month, the treatment will be divided into 5 times, and each treatment will cost 5,000 gold dragon coins. Once the treatment is done, the money will be paid once, and the payment will be made on the spot, otherwise there will be no discussion."

Although he had been prepared, Petain still felt very painful when he heard it with his own ears. He could probably take out the money, but after taking it out, he only had less than 100 gold dragon coins left, and he was basically no different from a pauper. .

If the disease can be cured, the poor will be poor, but if the disease is not cured, wouldn't he become the victim of a big mistake?

Bei immediately said something back: "What if it can't be cured? Will we pay for it?"

Rosen's face darkened, and he let a little anger enter his voice: "What, you doubt my ability? Since I doubt it, there is no need for me to make myself miserable. Forget about the treatment. Goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Seeing that something was wrong, White rushed up, grabbed Rosen's arm, and persuaded: "Doctor Pasteur, this friend of mine is good at everything, but his brain is not very good, and he makes mistakes at every turn. Please forgive him this time." Bar?"

"Who are you talking about~~~" Petain was furious, but as soon as he said three words, he found that a sore on his arm was pinched hard by White, and a sharp pain came, and the rest of his words were all Swallowed back.

After saying that, he turned to look at Petain and said angrily: "Say, man, do you want to be cured or not?!"

Pétain also realized that he had made a mistake. Although he felt very unhappy, for the sake of his own life, he could only bow his head: "Doctor Pasteur, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have doubted your medical skills. It was my ignorance."

Rosen's expression softened slightly and he continued: "Okay, since you believe me, let's start now."

Before he finished speaking, a faint voice suddenly came from the stairs behind him: "Master Petain, how come you fell for such a simple deception so easily?"

Following the words, footsteps came from the stairs. After a while, a middle-aged man in blue robe walked upstairs. It was Magic Brown.