Chapter 49 The Ship Doctor

"I agree to the deal." Charles said to the doctor who was stitching up the wound.

As soon as the doctor stopped, the corners of his scarred mouth turned up, revealing a terrifying smile. "Really? That's great. I will definitely give you the best medicine to restore your brain to health."

"But the terms of the transaction must be changed. I can give you..."Black Mirror", but you must become my ship's doctor."

If there was one thing he had learned in previous battles, it was that there was a ship doctor on a ship, and if there had been a highly skilled ship doctor in the previous battle, the casualties would have been much better.

The doctor lowered his head and clacked the flesh again. "You are not the first one who wants to ask me to be a ship doctor. Their ship is bigger and stronger than yours. Why should I choose you?"

"Because I have what you want, and I attach so much importance to the Black Mirror, you should not only need this object, but also want to know the origin of this object?"

"It just so happens that I know all of this. As long as you become my ship's doctor, I can tell you everything behind that thing, provided you believe what I say."

After fixing the wound, the doctor stepped back and looked at Charles carefully, as if trying to read what he was thinking from his face. "Show me the Black Mirror again."

Charles threw the phone over. Seeing the doctor gently touching the black screen with his hands, a tenderness that didn't match his appearance suddenly appeared on his face.

Looking at him like that, Charles wondered very much what he remembered. "Did he ever have a cell phone?"

"Crack!" The doctor slammed the edge of the bed with his iron hand, "2 years, I'll stay on your ship for 2 years. You tell me everything."

"Deal, that thing is yours now, and you can come and ask me about it at any time after you get on the ship."

As long as he becomes the ship's doctor of the Narwhal, this will ensure that he will not hand over his mobile phone to others, and two years is enough for Charles to understand what a doctor is like before making the next step.

"nglui mglw...nafh..."

A whisper sounded in Charles' ears. He watched the doctor in front of him rapidly deform the monster. This time it was more serious. At this moment, he felt that his consciousness was constantly tumbling like clothes thrown into the washing machine, and might fall apart at any time.

Charles tremblingly touched the gel in the clothes next to him, but just as he took it out, he was hit by the deformed monster in front of him with its tentacles. It rolled up a cup of potion and handed it over.

Looking at the constantly changing monster in front of him, Char knew it was a doctor, so he took the potion with trembling hands and drank it with his head up.

The monster left, and after a while, it brought more potions, not only potions but various pills and plasters.

All kinds of strange smells washed Charles' taste buds over and over again, making him almost lose his sense of taste.

"Doctor! How long will it take?" Charles, covering his head with his hands, shouted in pain to the deformed monster in front of him. The medicine didn't have an immediate effect.

The mouthparts of the six lampreys on the monster's belly opened and said something, but Charles' ears were blocked by the murmuring, and other voices could not be heard at all.

At this moment, everything that was distorted slowly began to shrink, and the ugly giant face of Lastor Herman appeared on Charles again.

"Is it cured?"

The doctor's expression was a little restless. He kept scratching his half-white hair with his iron hands, and dandruff flew around. "Impossible! How could the silent salt have no effect!!"

Seeing him like this, Charles had the answer. It seemed that his auditory hallucinations were not so easy to cure.

Lasto suddenly rushed to Charles nervously, staring into his eyes.

Charles subconsciously wanted to hide, but the doctor held his head tightly. "do not move!"

After several seconds, the doctor let go of his hand, and asked anxiously and nervously, "Have you seen anything extraordinary at sea?"

"God? I saw it twice, once eight years ago, and once not long ago."

This answer seemed to have stimulated Lasto, his body trembled, and he desperately chopped the floor with his steel legs in despair. "I knew it, I should have guessed it a long time ago, my medicine is fine! My medicine is absolutely fine!!"

"Is this disease related to the gods?"

"God?"

The doctor sneered, "I don't know if it's some bullshit god or not, I just know that anyone who has anything to do with them will end up miserable."

"Can you cure this disease?"

"It's not a disease, do you understand? It's a curse! Shit! Just looking at it can kill you, what a god! Hmph!"

The doctor's ugly face came close again, his quivering eyes fixed on Charles.

"I can suppress this symptom, but it's only for a while. If you want to survive, you have to find a way to solve the curse yourself. I'm not good at that aspect."

Reminiscent of the auction half a month later, Charles had a judgment in his mind. "Then help me restrain myself first, and I'll settle some personal matters first."

It was a critical moment to find the surface, and he didn't want to be distracted by other things at this time. As long as he could return to the surface, everything would be fine.

The doctor grabbed a fist-sized sea spider from the bottle under the bed, walked to the table and began to dispense the medicine. "Let's talk about it first, Captain, if you die early within two years, then I have fulfilled my promise."

"Yes, as long as you don't poison me in advance in order to complete the task ahead of time."

"Poison!? You are insulting a doctor!!"

In the next ten days, Charles continued to taste all kinds of weird potions prepared by the old man.

Although the various smells were not satisfactory, Charles's spirit was obviously much better. Even if the whispering sound appeared, it was only the size of a mosquito, and the vision never appeared again.

Moreover, thanks to the improved recovery power of the black blade, Charles' wounds have almost recovered in just a dozen days, and his body has returned to its peak.

"Captain, are you sure that guy is our ship's doctor? I secretly saw him adding gunpowder to the pills you were taking the day before yesterday." Second Officer Kenona asked worriedly.

Charles, who was writing his diary, paused, and then continued to write, "Do your own thing, how is the mood of the crew?"

"It's okay, they know the name of this place, and they don't dare to wander around, captain, how long are we going to stay here?"

"It won't be long." As soon as Charles finished speaking, a bat broke into the door and turned into Orderick. "Captain, the Sodom auction is about to begin!"

Charles put on his captain's coat and walked towards the captain's room.

Under the leadership of Orderic, Charles quickly came to a wooden boat. The wooden boat was recumbent, and a door had been pulled out where the keel should have been. This is now the venue for Sodom's auction.