Chapter 259 Acting

Just when Raphael was mocking Harold almost to the fullest extent, I crossed my arms impatiently: "Can you two suspend your flirting? I have something to ask for help. "

Maybe it was because I was soft-spoken, or maybe my voice was too gentle, but Raphael simply chose to ignore my presence and continued to mock and attack Harold.

"That." I waved my hands twice, trying to attract Raphael's attention.

However, there are no eggs.

My eyes twitched, and I felt a crow fly over me, making a series of "quacking" sounds and leaving a neat row of ellipses.

hehe

I let out two dry laughs, and my expression became stiff.

Next to him, Harold's voice sounded: "That's enough, Raphael, shut up, let's talk about what he raised."

"Harold, I find that you are making less and less progress, and even the basic courtesy that a gentleman should have is gone." Raphael continued to choose to ignore me, and still launched a taunting attack on Harold: "Is it possible that you are not making any progress?" You don’t know, should you listen to what I have to say first? Where did you learn all the knowledge you learned in school! What are you going to do!”

Suddenly, Raphael's voice was as cruel and sharp as a pig's butt stabbed with a knife, and it was also filled with fear and panic.

It was me who caused this incident.

When I spoke before, my legs were already tense. It can be said that that was the maximum limit that I could endure. If it weren't for Harold's sake and the possibility of turning to him for help, I would His head had already been unscrewed and stuffed into his butt.

And now, my actions should be considered merciful.

At this moment, my left hand is firmly around his neck. As long as I exert a little force, his neck, which is not as strong as his thin legs, will be easily broken by me.

Life and death were in my hands. I saw Raphael's eyes full of fear, but there was always a proud look on his face.

This is a serious need to save face.

"dad!"

An anxious and panicked child's voice came not far behind him, coming from the little girl named Betty.

"An Xiaoyi, please don't be impulsive!" This was Harold's voice.

Huh? Where's Jennings' voice? Isn't he worried that his teacher will be killed by me?

"Are you able to listen to me calmly now?" I asked with a smile.

Raphael said with difficulty: "You, what do you want to do?"

"I just wanted to help you with something," I said, "but you ignored me."

"Are you doing this with a begging attitude?" Raphael's voice was broken. His throat was choked by my pinch, and his face turned red.

"It really doesn't look like it now," I said with a smile, "but if you use the standard attitude of asking for help, you won't treat me badly."

I shrugged and continued: "Since the standard method doesn't work, why don't I solve it in my own way? You see, isn't this simple and able to attract your attention?"

"What you are doing is murder!" Raphael gasped hard and stared at me with a pair of bull's eyes: "I am the number one in Airui City."

"Okay, okay, I know you are the number one doctor in Airei City." I tilted my head and continued, "But what does that have to do with me?"

"Perhaps your title of No. 1 was given to you by the dignitaries who treated doctors, rather than by actually relying on hanging pots to help the world." I sneered and said, "I can't say for sure. Your medical skills may not be the best." Better than those priests who go around healing people.”

"You, how dare you doubt me?" Before Raphael could finish his words, I tightened my grip even more. His breathing became difficult again, and his face turned red again.

"Don't hurt my dad!"

There was a childish scolding, followed by a series of footsteps. It seemed that Betty broke away from Harold's hand when he was helpless, ran to my side, and launched all her movements on my arms, handguards and legs. All possible attacks.

"Betty!"

Harold was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward, pulled Betty aside, and said: "An Xiaoyi, put him down. If you really kill him, who will treat Patch's wife? ? If this matter gets spread, who will be willing to treat Patch's wife? "

"Harold, where does the second doctor in Airey City live?" I asked suddenly, my voice full of coldness.

"What do you want to do?" Harold's voice was trembling.

"It's very simple. The first doctor died violently for no reason, and all his family members and relatives were killed." I said slowly: "There is no other way. I can only go to the second doctor. What do you think?"

I said the last sentence to Raphael.

"An Xiaoyi, don't mess around," Harold said, "You will be punished if you do this!"

"Punishment?" I sneered: "I have been punished every day since I came to this world. As for the punishment you mentioned, Harold, do you think you have the ability to stop me?"

Harold was speechless, his face flushed for a while, and then he said: "I, I am indeed no match for you. I only hope that you can let this child go."

As he spoke, he held Betty tightly behind him.

"Wait, wait a minute." Raphael's voice was dry and hoarse.

I turned my head and said, "Is there anything else?"

"I, I will help you. Just tell me. I will help you with anything. I just ask you not to kill me." Raphael's attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees. There was not only a look in his eyes, The fearful, pleading, and proud expression didn't last long before disappearing.

"Why should I trust you?" I tilted my head and asked.

"I, am, the number one doctor, and what I say is absolutely true!" Raphael's eyes began to turn white, and it was estimated that he would lose consciousness completely in a few minutes.

"Harold, are his words credible?" I asked coldly.

"Believable."

"Very well, I'll let you go for now, but if I find out that you lied to me, I will kill you immediately."

With a plop, Raphael was thrown to the ground by me.

I turned around, looked at Harold and blinked twice with my right eye.

Harold nodded slightly at me, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Yes, that was the play that Harold and I were in from the beginning.

On the way here, Harold and I walked side by side, intentionally or unintentionally keeping some distance from Jennings who was leading the way.

As we walked, I asked Harold, in a low voice, other questions about the character of the First Doctor, and, finally, plotted the play.

I have to say that the effect is indeed remarkable and I am very satisfied. I just wronged the little girl who knew nothing and was frightened. She might hate me from now on.

In this regard, I can only helplessly smile.