The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Chapter 226 Suicide Shirt (9)

Fitz didn't speak. He didn't know what to say. The idea Simmons came up with was really speechless.

The doctor obviously no longer doubted what was in the white cloth, and after hearing that it was blood flowing from Fitz's anus, he didn't want to open it and take a look.

"Okay, take care of yourself, young man, Simmons, you are really harmful." The doctor shook his head and said, "I will report this matter to Ines."

"Wait, why does this matter need to be reported?" Simmons took two steps forward and grabbed the doctor who was about to leave.

"Hey, don't be ridiculous." The doctor pushed Simmons' hand away.

"Why should this be reported?" Simmons asked.

"Of course this matter must be reported. You did something wrong, which shows that you are inexperienced. I have seriously doubted your experience reserve." The doctor said, "The purpose of reporting is to lower other people's expectations of you, so as not to worry about your experience in the future." If it’s not enough, it will harm other patients, what do you think?”

"No, don't report it," Simmons said. "This is about my career. Please don't report it."

Simmons knew that once he reported it to Ines, it would be basically ruined. Ines would probably analyze his behavior, and once Yan Luo knew about it through Ines, it would be completely ruined.

Although Yan Luo has done many things that are incomprehensible in Simmons' eyes, Simmons knows that his palace is absolutely deep, and it is very possible to see clues from the doctor's description.

"Oh? Are you begging me?" the doctor smiled.

"Uh, um, yes, please," Simmons said.

"You know, if you want to beg someone, you have to give something." The doctor smiled.

"Do you want money? I can give you half of my salary next month." Simmons said

The doctor raised his eyebrows, "It sounds good, but I still feel like there's still something missing."

"Do you want the entire salary? Okay, yes, I will give it to you as soon as it is paid." Simmons said, "And it will be for two consecutive months, okay?"

Hearing this, the doctor frowned. Two months' salary is quite a lot. What is the girl in front of him thinking about? She cares about her career but not her salary?

Thinking about it again, it's not surprising. Some people care more about reputation than money. Maybe the girl in front of her doesn't want her superiors to know that she has little experience in medicine.

"Perhaps, there can be another proposal." The doctor smiled.

"Another one?" Simmons glared at the doctor.

"Yes, it's that kind of thing, physical, you know." The doctor tried to lower his voice as much as possible so that it would not be heard by Fitz, who was not far behind.

"Dreaming." Simmons refused on the spot.

"Okay, okay, this is what you said, do I have to report it?" The doctor smiled evilly.

The surveillance here had long been removed by Simmons. Seeing that the doctor in front of him was stubborn, Simmons immediately pulled out the killing sword, and a cold light entered the doctor's eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" the doctor asked.

As the doctor spoke, he quickly stepped back, barely avoiding Simmons' sword draw.

"It's very simple. Let's play a physical game with you." Simmons bit his lip and said.

"Child, don't get excited, don't overthink it. Don't worry, I won't report it, I swear." The doctor raised his hand.

"late."

Simmons said, rushing towards the doctor.

"Yeah!" the doctor exclaimed, avoiding a crosscut, and then picked up the glass tube hanging on the wall. This was originally a medical instrument, but in his desperation, he could only pick up something to defend himself.

"Don't come here." The doctor took two steps back and waved the glass tube in his hand. "Don't think that just because you have a sword, you are a swordsman. I'm not afraid of you. I have practiced self-defense."

"Fitz, what are you still doing? Use nn." Simmons said.

"Young man, please don't shock me. She's crazy. She did it first! She wants to kill someone! She even hurt you!" the doctor shouted.

Simmons knew that if he shouted like that again, someone else might hear him, and then everything would be difficult to deal with. Seeing that Fitz was still there, she had no choice but to rush towards the doctor again.

"What's going on here? It's sulfuric acid!"