Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 90 There is still hope
"Doctor Ryan, how is Victor?"

In the nursing home, Jess was anxious like an ant on a hot pot outside the ward, pacing back and forth without touching his feet, his face was full of worry.

Seeing Dr. Ryan coming out of the ward, he immediately greeted him and asked anxiously, wishing to pry his brain open and know the answer directly.

"Are you the family members of the patient?" Dr. Ryan has seen many such scenes and has long been used to them.

Marcus was sitting on a chair in the corridor, and got up at this moment: "We are his friends, so we should be considered family members. After all, he is an orphan just like me."

"Ah."

There is no family member, and there is no guardian at the age of the patient, so it is okay to tell his friends about the condition.

Dr. Ryan nodded slightly: "The patient's physical condition is already very bad, and he has been overworked for a long time recently, so it is very normal for him to be unable to persist and pass out.

But... Judging from the results of the preliminary examination, the patient's current state is not optimistic, so you must be mentally prepared. "

"...What do you mean?" After hearing the first half of the sentence, Jess breathed a sigh of relief, but the second half of the doctor's words made his heart rise in his throat.

"It hasn't been diagnosed yet, but I'm just telling you the worst case." Dr. Ryan said indifferently: "The patient is likely to have an incurable disease, and no one can say for sure how long the rest of his life will be."

Having worked in the hospital for many years, Dr. Ryan has already seen through life and death. No matter how bad or tragic the patient's state is, it cannot arouse his emotional resonance.

Once, he also woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, and found that he wet the pillow towel with tears, just for the patient who could not be cured during the day.

Now, he has taken a lot of light on it. Birth, old age, sickness and death are predestined and unavoidable.

"What is an incurable disease?!" Jess grabbed Dr. Ryan's collar and looked at him fiercely: "You better explain it to me!"

"Incurable disease is a disease that cannot be cured at present. Not only there is no symptomatic drug, but also no corresponding treatment." Dr. Ryan looked calm and gently opened Jess' fingers. He is very experienced in this, "I think , I have explained it very clearly, Mr. Family."

After speaking, he tidied up his clothes and left from the front of the ward.

Jess lowered his head and looked at the ground unwillingly. He couldn't believe that his friend who was talking and laughing not long ago was diagnosed with an incurable disease at this moment.

It was like a dream, a nightmare from which one could not wake up.

"Jess, don't be too desperate, things are turning around." Marcos calmly comforted the pioneer of Hex Technology.

"Marcus, Victor...he is still young, he still has so many ambitions that have not been realized, and he has not seen the true glory of HexTech, he..." Jess supported the wall and stabilized himself Unable to move his body, he murmured: "He can't die yet."

"I know, that's why I said that things will turn around, you have to believe me, I'm not just trying to comfort you."

Marcus' unwavering tone gave Jess a glimmer of hope: "You mean, he can still be saved?"

"Of course there is!"

Marcus looked through the door of the ward, looked at Victor who was still lying on the hospital bed, and said softly: "Ordinary medical methods can't cure him, so use some extreme methods!"

"Extreme means?" Jess looked at Marcus suspiciously, not understanding what he wanted to say.

"You don't care about this matter. When Victor wakes up, you pretend you don't know anything, and tell him that this coma is because he was overworked, and let him pay attention to rest after studying."

Marcos exchanged another blueprint from the system, turned around and walked outside the hospital, leaving a sentence: "Leave the rest to me."

"Marcus..."

Jess looked at Marcus's back, he could only put all his hopes on the other party now, after all...

He is a magician who can foresee the future.

While Jace had doubts about it for five years, now he could only trust Marcus to save Victor.

……

Forgan's Tavern.

Marcus appeared at the entrance of the tavern wearing a mask, and the noisy neighborhood instantly became extremely quiet. All Silko's men who were guarding outside the door stared at Marcos intently, with both horror and unconvinced resistance in their eyes .

"Why are you here again?"

Sevica pushed open the door of the tavern, with a handmade cigarette that could never be put down in her mouth, and exhaled unpleasant smoke: "What? The one that threw me yesterday was not enough, do you want to beat me again today to vent your anger?"

As one of Silko's most capable fighters, he was thrown out by Marcos in full view yesterday. That incident has become a lifelong shame for Sevica.

Seeing Marcus at this time, she had only one thought, to find all the people lost yesterday!
"Sevica, I don't want to get entangled with you today." Marcus' eyes under the brim of the hat were extremely cold, and everyone he looked at was terrified, as if he was being targeted by some extremely brutal murderer.

Sevica couldn't help leaning back slightly, it was an instinctive reaction in her heart, and when she realized it, she couldn't help feeling annoyed.

I was actually scared off by someone with a look?
How can this be?

Clenching her fists and moving her mechanical arms, Sevica nimbly adjusted the position of the cigarette in her mouth, showing a bad face and fierce eyes.

"Let me say one more thing, I don't want to be entangled with you today, if you don't want to die, go away!" Marcos's voice, which was so cold without any emotional fluctuations, penetrated the air-purifying mask and became more depressing and hoarse.

"Hmph, bluff!" Sevica took off the cigarette and looked into Marcus's eyes: "Yesterday it was just a moment of carelessness that you got away with. You don't really think you are my opponent, do you?"

As she spoke, she posed, ready to attack Marcos.

"Let him in, Sevka."

At this moment, Silko's voice came from inside the tavern, making Sevica's movements suddenly stop.

Reluctantly raised her fist and looked at Marcos for a long time, Sevica put away her stance angrily, and stepped aside to get out of the way.

Marcus let out a disdainful snort from his nose, and when he walked to the door of the tavern, he slammed into her shoulder with a provocative attitude like Sevica did to himself yesterday.

"you!"

Sevica glared at Marcos and was stared at by Shirko. She thought about it and held back her breath.

"waste!"

Marcus left two words, walked into the tavern, and walked all the way across the hall to Silko's office.

"What brings you here, Sheriff."

Silko closed the door, went to the desk and took out a cigar, skillfully cut off the cap and handed it to Marcos.

This is the first time he has made this kind of action in five years, one can imagine how strong the awe Marcos gave him yesterday.

"I want you to arrange for me to meet Singed now." Marcus pushed away the cigar and got straight to the point.

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Ps. There are two more chapters, which will be posted at night.

(End of this chapter)