Chapter 46 Doctor

Charles, covered in cold sweat, took a sip of water and looked at his crew. "Thanks, James."

The strong man James showed a simple and honest signature smile on his face. "It should, you are our captain after all."

"Call the others over here. Let's discuss our next steps."

"Okay." James walked out.

"Finally arrived in Sodom..." Charles lay down slowly, with a trace of relief on his tired face.

Regardless of the process, he was one step closer to returning home.

"Cough!" The sudden cough made Charles instinctively reach for the holster.

Standing up, he turned around and saw an elderly man in a dirty white coat standing at the door, holding a wooden cup in his iron left hand.

But compared to his looks, his eccentric appearance couldn't be more normal.

The wrinkled face itself was covered with various scars in all directions, and the whole face was like a mirror that was broken first and then put back together again.

On this nightmarish face, two yellow eyeballs trembled involuntarily, and the eyes inside were a little nervous.

The old man didn't seem to see the hand touching the weapon, and walked over with a limp. Only then did Charles realize that his left foot was also made of iron.

"Drink it, don't chew it." The old man's voice was old and short, and he put the cup in his hand on the table next to the bed.

Charles took a look at the cup and found that there seemed to be some kind of living creature swimming in the dark liquid inside.

"It was you who saved me? Thank you. With such a serious injury, I thought I was going to die." After Charles finished speaking, he put the cup to his mouth and drank it with his chin.

In an instant, a taste bitterer than Coptis chinensis filled Charles' mouth, and there were small burrs on the surface of the living things in the potion, scratching Charles' throat, as if swallowing a stone wrapped in gauze paper

"What is this injury? Your brain is sicker than your body." The old man turned around and squatted down, picking and picking among the bottles with his iron hands.

"You mean auditory hallucinations?"

"Ha, auditory hallucination? If it's just an auditory hallucination, I'll cut off my other hand right now!" The old man's voice was full of sarcasm.

The old man was right, the trouble of hearing hallucinations has changed from hearing hallucinations to visual hallucinations, and all the creatures around him will become deformed monsters. Charles doesn't know what will happen next, but it is definitely not a good thing.

Although the words were not pleasant, Charles heard another meaning. "You have a solution? Money is not an issue."

The old man turned around and walked in front of Charles, staring at him with trembling eyes, "What's your name?"

"Charles."

"Last name?"

Charles leaned back slightly to distance himself from the old man. "Just call me Charles."

The old man stretched out his steel arm, "Rastor Herman, I don't like people younger than me calling me Lastor, you can just call me doctor."

Charles stretched out his right hand and shook the cold iron hand. "Thanks, about my hallucinations—"

Charles was interrupted by the doctor in the middle of his speech, "I can cure this syndrome. My treatment effect is the best in Sodom. As for the reward, I don't want to reply. I want the black mirror in your arms."

Charles immediately understood what he was talking about, and took out the dead cell phone from his pocket. "You want it?"

As soon as he saw the mobile phone, Rastor's eyes showed an undisguised desire to possess it. "That's right, that's it. It's very rare to find such a intact thing. I want it!"

Charles looked down at the phone and himself in the black screen of the phone. "Why do you want it? Do you know it?"

"No, I don't know, but my perception tells me that this thing is not simple, and my perception has always been very accurate."

Charles hesitated. This was the only thing he brought from the surface, and it contained photos of his family.

It's not that he doesn't want to. Rather, he had heard some rumors that some guys on the mysterious side could curse the original owner through objects. God knows what this guy would do if he took the phone away.

Just as Charles was thinking about it, the door was pushed open, and the crew of the Narwhal rushed over excitedly, and Lily even jumped on top of him.

"Captain! You are finally awake!"

"Mr. Charles!"

"Captain, it's very good of you."

Charles looked at Lastor Herman who had withdrawn from the crowd.

"Doctor, I'll think about it again, and I'll let you know when I make a decision." Charles put the phone back into his pocket.

Lasto cast a glance at everyone, and limped towards the outside. "Better hurry up, I don't care, your head won't last long."

Charles cast his eyes on the bandages at the very edge, "First officer, there are no crew casualties."

"Two sailors died..., sacrificed... one, the big ship was amputated... the others were injured to varying degrees... the captain was dying..."

It was better than what Charles had imagined. He thought that half of the crew would be changed again this time.

After looking around, Charles asked with some doubts: "Where did that kid Di Pu go? He shouldn't be dead, right?"

All the crew members looked at the wooden door in the distance, and there was a figure on the floor outside the wooden door.

"Dipper, come here."

A bruised and swollen Dipper came in from outside the door, his body was also bandaged.

"What happened to your face?" Charles asked.

"I beat him, but this kid deserves it." Chef Frey raised his arms and said fiercely.

Dipper knelt on the ground with red eyes, his face was full of shame.

In Dipper's mind, Charles was almost half his father, but he almost stabbed him to death.

He felt sad and guilty. If Charles really died because of him, then he really couldn't forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"You have no salary for this task, this matter is over."

Di Pu raised his head in astonishment. He originally thought that he would be kicked out of the Narwhal and return to wandering the streets again. In the end, he was let go so lightly?

"Remember the loss this time, don't be fooled by others again."

Charles had his own plans. Although Di Pu was a bit naive, he was the one who taught him and trusted him. The crew members were easy to die. He had to ensure that the crew on the ship was his own.

It is very scary to have no one of your own on board. When this kind of thing happens, the crew with low loyalty will definitely throw the dying captain off the ship, sell the ship directly and share the money together.

Tears kept gushing from Di Pu's eyes, he nodded his head desperately, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never let this kind of thing happen again!

Charles' gaze shifted from Dipper to the Second Officer. "Has the gold on the wooden boat been taken?"

"Well, Sodom has a collection of scrap ships, and the ship was also sold. After two settlements, a total of 1.54 million responses were received. The old man charged 300,000 for treatment. By the way, not only was there gold in the ship, but I also found some things. "