Lao Bai.
Jin and the others, including the technician Ikuxiube, were used to calling him Lao Bai.
However, Lao Bai did not look old. He was probably only about thirty years old, but his actual age was much older and he was dressed very old-fashioned.
He wore a yellow bamboo hat on his head and a straw raincoat made of palm skin. Inside, he wore short sleeves, shorts, and straw sandals.
He had a vermilion pipe in his mouth, a simple bamboo fishing rod on his shoulder, and a fish basket at his waist. He was half a head shorter than Jin.
From the moment he entered the hospital, Lao Bai's clothes looked out of place.
The two came to the corridor outside the intensive care unit, where Law was waiting for them.
Before coming, Jin informed Law in advance, but Law did not tell anyone else about it.
However, it would not be long before those people arrived.
"Hello."
Law looked at Lao Bai. This was the first time he saw Lao Bai.
"You are Law, right? Do you smoke? Want one? "
Lao Bai came over in a few steps and took out a dry pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He seemed very enthusiastic.
"Thank you, I have one."
Law accepted Lao Bai's enthusiasm and immediately took out a homemade cigarette from the Black Cat's space.
Lao Bai's gaze suddenly moved down and fixed on the cigarette between Law's fingers. His nose twitched slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Lost grass, solidum, sanding stone tip, chestnut flower … is this the combination?"
Staring at the cigarette that Luo took out, Old Bai muttered the ingredients of the cigarette, and in his mind, he was thinking about what kind of effect this combination would form.
Seeing Lao Bai identify the ingredients of the cigarette by smell, Law raised his eyelids. In a sense, this was more powerful than the identification system of the white smoke font.
Jin leaned over, reached out and grabbed the cigarette from Law, and then inserted it into the mouth of Lao Bai's big red pipe, as if he was burning incense.
"Let's get down to business first."
After inserting the cigarette, Jin walked toward the entrance of the ward.
Lao Bai came back to his senses, but his first action was to light the cigarette and then take a deep breath, squinting his eyes as if he was tasting some kind of delicious food.
"So this is the effect, did you make it yourself?"
Lao Bai followed Jin and looked at Law.
"Well, I made some in my spare time." Luo nodded and then pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall.
White glanced at the warning sign and ignored it directly. He said with great interest, "Young man, you're amazing. If you sell these cigarettes on the market, I'm afraid that countless enemies will come to your house with kitchen knives."
When he smelled the ingredients, he knew that the smoke was harmless. After smoking it, he knew the specific effects of the smoke.
Since it was harmless, there was no need to care about the no-smoking sign.
"What do you mean?" Law pretended not to understand.
Senior White blinked his eyes and said seriously, "This cigarette can help one overcome addiction. If it's tossed onto the market, it'll cut off the path of countless people."
"I see." Law suddenly realized.
How could White not see that Law was playing dumb? He looked at Law's empty left arm and said, "Give me a few packs of cigarettes, and I'll cure your arm."
"Sure."
Law simply agreed.
Senior White chuckled and didn't speak any further.
Wise as he is, how can he think that Law doesn't think he can cure the arm.
The three of them came to the door of the ward. The female doctor of Fanlin Medical University was standing by the door "fully armed".
The mask covering her mouth and nose could not hide the scar on the corner of her eyebrow. At the moment, she looked at the three of them and frowned deeply.
Her name was Cun Yin, and she had a long-term cooperative relationship with the Association. She was also the leader of the medical team of the mosaic ant operation.
"You don't disinfect or change your clothes, and you smoke. Give me a reason to let you in."
Cun Yin looked at White coldly, with a different kind of killing intent.
"This smoke is harmless. Can't you smell it?" White looked surprised.
Cun Yin raised her eyebrows with obvious anger. Obviously, she was annoyed by White's indifference. And she couldn't accept that the next treatment would be given to such a person.
Luo Hejin looked at the collision of auras in the field out of thin air and wisely chose to be silent.
White, however, ignored Cun Yin's anger. He walked over casually and said, "Make way."
Cun Yin was silent for a while and said in a deep voice, "Can you afford the consequences?"
"Then you have to ask the two behind you."
White raised his thumb and poked behind him.
Luo Hejin came over at the right time and looked at Cun Yin.
"Please cooperate with us." Luo said politely.
He didn't need to explain, nor did he need to give Cun Yin a reason, because Cun Yin knew what to do.
These things had been handed over long before the treatment.
The reason why Cun Yin couldn't help but speak was that White was smoking.
But in fact, the cigarette was really harmless, whether it was the person involved or others.
After a moment of silence, Cun Yin compromised and stepped aside.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to cure the president in a while."
White threw out a big sentence before entering the ward.
But compared with smoking and disinfecting, this sentence was not worth Cun Yin's anger. On the contrary, if White could cure Nitro, Cun Yin would like to see it.
The three of them entered the ward and came to the bedside, looking at Nitro, who was like a mummy at a close distance.
If it weren't for the data fluctuations on the instrument showing that Nitro was still alive, they would have suspected that Nitro was dead.
"Are you sure?" Luo asked.
Looking at such a miserable Nitro, White silently took off the vermilion pipe and said bitterly, "If I knew it was so serious, I wouldn't have bragged just now."
Hearing White's words, Luo Hejin was speechless.
White sighed and put the fishing rod and pipe on the ground. He was straightforward and exuded psychokinesis.
[The Fool's Means]
The psychokinesis surged into a group and materialized a grindstone and an iron pestle.
"This time it's a grindstone and an iron pestle." White held the grindstone and the iron pestle in his hand.
"Materialization?" Luo was slightly stunned. He thought it would be an enhancement.
"I'm going to start. You can wait outside."
White didn't explain. He took the grindstone and the iron pestle and sat cross-legged on the ground, concentrating on Nitro on the bed.
Luo heard this and looked at Jin, who nodded.
So, the two of them walked out of the ward and immediately followed Cun Yin to the glass window.
Cun Yin stared at the tool that suddenly appeared, her eyes were dull, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"White's ability is called The Fool's Means." Jin used psychokinesis as a medium, then attached his voice to it and sent it directly into Luo's ears.
Luo received the voice and glanced at Cun Yin. When he saw that the other party did not respond, he sent his voice to Jin's ears in the same way: "Just by listening to the name, it feels very fitting."
After that, Luo looked at White who had already taken the iron pestle and started grinding in the ward.
"Yes, that ability is similar to prayer. From the tool that was materialized this time, it should be grinding the iron pestle into a needle to achieve the treatment condition." Jin said.
That's why it's called [The Fool's Means].
Luo thought of the Island of Greed card and asked curiously: "What's the relationship between the Archangel's breath and White's ability?"
"We'll have to start from Old Bai's luck."
Jin said meaningfully.
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