Chapter 451 Hmm... Allergic

Everyone around you had their eyes twitching, people are almost dying and you are still here worrying about the sheets!!!

"Old man, you should check on Mori. This guy ate some mountain bull blood, and then he suddenly became like this."

"Mountain bull blood? Didn't this guy get beaten into this state?"

"I was wondering if he had offended some ruthless person again and got beaten up like this."

After saying this, Mr. Hua Si put on a pair of gloves, grabbed the bed sheet under Morrie, and wiped the cow blood off Morrie's face vigorously.

After wiping his face clean, he pried open his mouth and stuffed the bed sheet into Mori's mouth and rubbed it.

Then the old man covered Morrie's mouth and stuffed the bed sheet into his mouth without pulling it out, to prevent Morrie from having a seizure and biting off his tongue.

After Mori's face was clean, Mr. Hua Si looked at Mori's red and swollen skin and raised his eyebrows.

"This guy…"

Old man Hua Si was silent for a while. Paul, who was standing next to him, immediately became nervous when he saw the old man frowning and not saying anything.

"Master, nothing will happen to Mori, right?"

"An accident? What happened?"

"It's obvious that this guy is allergic to cow blood. Which bastard hurt him so much that he not only sprayed cow blood all over his body but also made him drink a lot of it."

"Look at this guy's allergy. His head is swollen like a pig's head. And it's a red-skinned pig."

As old man Hua Si was speaking with great sorrow, Mori suddenly began to twitch again. Old man Hua Si quickly held down his body with his hands to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"........."

“Eh~????”

"allergy!??????"

The crew members around all opened their mouths wide in disbelief, and the sound was so loud that it almost shattered the roof.

Old man Hua Si quickly covered his ears. Mori took the opportunity to twitch and tried to sit up from the bed. Old man Hua Si had to give up covering his ears and pressed Mori back on the bed.

"Shut up everyone!!!"

"Everyone who has nothing to do, get out of here!!!"

“Bang bang bang!!!”

After a beating and kicking, everyone except Paul was driven out by old man Hua Si.

"Overallergic?!?"

Paul looked at Morrie in disbelief. Didn't this guy say he used to be a butcher? How could he be allergic to cow blood?

"Yeah, this guy is just allergic."

As Mr. Hua Si spoke, he patted the dough figurines and asked them to hold Mori down gently. He seemed to have heard the sound of bones breaking just now.

"But he can eat beef. I remember this guy. No."

Paul suddenly stopped here, as if he had never seen Morrie eat beef before. He had eaten sea monsters and bull-head sea monsters before.

That wouldn't be considered beef.

"I was on the boat too, but I never saw this guy eat beef."

Old man Hua Si walked to the medicine cabinet, opened it and searched for a while. Finally, he picked out a bottle of medicine from the corner and nodded with satisfaction.

Pouring the medicine into the cup, the old man took off his gloves and slowly stirred the medicine with his index finger.

As the old man's fingers emitted a strange light, the transparent potion turned light green.

"Hmm~ That's the taste."

The old man took a sip of the potion in the cup, as if he were drinking fine wine, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Master, is this medicine for Mori? Let me do it."

Paul reached out to help, but old man Hua Si raised his hand to avoid him.

"This isn't meant to be drunk. Besides, look at him. Does he look like someone who can drink medicine by himself?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, white foam flowed from the corner of Mori's mouth. The dough figurine considerately stuffed the bed sheet in his mouth again. Just now, Mori twitched and pushed the bed sheet out of his mouth.

"What if he can't drink it?"

"Of course I gave him a call."

The old man raised the extra-large syringe in his hand, which made Paul's eyes twitch.

"Old man, if I remember correctly, this thing was used by Brother Indigo to give injections to wild animals in the zoo."

"Yeah, that's it."

"Then how can you give it to Mori?"

"It's okay, Brother Indigo said he doesn't want it anymore."

"Old man, this is not a question of whether Indigo wants it or not. This thing is for animals. Mori can't handle it, right?"

Paul looked at the needle in the old man's hand, which was almost as thick as his forearm, and couldn't help but shudder.

This is not much different from being stabbed.

"Not really. I use less medicine."

After the old man finished speaking, he drained the medicine out of the cup, then walked over with a big syringe in his hand and a grim smile on his face.

"Come on, turn him over and take off his pants!"

The dough figurines were stunned and all looked at Paul, asking for his opinion.

"Don't look at me, just take what the old man says."

The dough demons sprang into action. They first lifted Mori, tied his upper body tightly with a bed sheet, and then tore his pants.

The old man held the syringe with both hands and took aim.

"Pfft!"

With a sigh, the light green potion slowly entered Mori's body. His swollen body quickly shrank and soon returned to normal.

"Hmm? Woohoo!"

Mori returned to normal and opened his eyes immediately. He was about to speak, but the bed sheet blocking his mouth prevented him from speaking and he could only whimper.

"you're awake?"

"Old man, you really have a miraculous hand!"

"Stop flattering me and remember to cook me some delicious food later. I used up a lot of my energy making the potion and now I'm hungry."

"I'll be there right away and bring it to you later. What kind of meat do you want to eat this time?"

As the two chatted, Morrie couldn't stand it anymore.

He stood up and broke the sheets that bound him.

He stretched out his hand to pull the cloth out of his mouth, put his right hand on his buttocks, and pulled out the large syringe inserted in his buttocks with one hand. As soon as he pulled it out, a small column of blood immediately oozed out from the needle hole.

"Master, this is over."

Mori looked at the large syringe in his hand and his voice choked a little. This thing was too big.

"Good medicine tastes bitter. Look at how well you have recovered now. It's all thanks to this syringe. Without it, those potions wouldn't be effective."

Mr. Hua Si’s words left Mori with no way to refute. The medicine was indeed good, but it was painful.

"Thank you, old man, for saving me again."

"Be careful next time. You're a big pirate now. How could you be tricked so easily? Don't you know you're allergic to cow blood?"

"I really don't know, old man. I've never done that before."

Morrie was a little depressed, he started helping his father slaughter cattle when he was twelve years old, and he alone had slaughtered sixty-seven cattle.

He was fine even though he killed so many bulls, so why is he unable to do so today?