Sean didn't care about that much. He tried not to faint and struggled to climb off the hospital bed.

Asked while dressing, he asked with a last glimmer of hope.

"Do you have any other treatments besides bleeding?"

The doctor shook his head: "I have no better way anyway. Even if it is bloodletting, it can only temporarily delay your disease. However, I heard that in the far east, there is a place called Yade City, which has a magical blood therapy technology. They inject a special blood into the patient's body, and any disease on the patient will be cured in just a few days."

"Yard City? Where is that?"

"A remote city-state located east of Faris, if your condition continues to worsen and you are reluctant to receive routine treatment, maybe you can go there and give it a try."

Does blood therapy? It feels not much safer than bloodletting.

And if other blood is injected into the human body, will it not cause a repulsive reaction? Sean thinks that this thing is mostly like bloodletting, and is a unique product of this ignorant era.

As for magical healing powers, just listen to them, just fools believe it.

When he walked out of the hospital gate, the sky outside had already become dark. Looking at the setting sun in the distance, Sean felt a little heroic and short-sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that he had lived carefully for so many years, but in the end he would die of illness inexplicably.

Or do you work hard and make penicillin? What is the principle of that thing? It seems to be related to mold.

However, I can't even determine what disease I have, and it's hard to say how many days I can live. Even if I do, it's a lot of luck.

The more he thought about it, the more sad he felt. Now that things have come, he has to save himself unless there is magic.

He suddenly felt aroused his heart, magic? That book of the Old Day! If Alhaz had not fooled him, perhaps the book of the Old Day could find a way to cure him.

At this time, a gust of night wind blew, which made him feel much more awake. He did not rush to find Alhaz. He was still wary of the old book.

Why did I suddenly get sick? The day after I got the Book of Old Day, a coincidence? That's not a coincidence.

He smelled the conspiracy, as if a hand was pushing everything in the dark.

Even the disease in the body became suspicious.

Is this really a disease? Could it be that I was poisoned by someone or some kind of evil curse? The curse that the old book comes with, but unfortunately, the medicine of this era cannot obtain accurate information at all.

By the way! Could it be that the devil in the corridor did it?

He felt strange when the devil disappeared for no reason. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little suspicious. Could it be that the thing had cursed him?

He felt a little anxious. If it really didn't work, he could only try the book of the old days. He just made a wish with the devil, and didn't know whether it was reliable. At that time, the monster had no intention of communicating.

While hesitating, a faint singing voice made him come to his senses. The singing voice came from a bar. Through the burly glass window, you could see the dim candlelight and lights inside. On the door of the bar, there was a gilded sign hanging with the literary font on it, which read "Rose and Gooseberry".

This kind of bar that is literary and artistic is still a new thing in today's era. It can only be seen in big cities. It is much higher than the taverns commonly found in the countryside. Sometimes there are singers singing on the spot, which is somewhat similar to the bars in later generations.

However, guests usually talk about not being happy or lit up, secular fame and fortune, but literary dramas, or political current affairs, and basically no female customers, so don’t think about picking up girls.

In the past, he often drank and talked with strangers. His new ideas from the future always aroused people's amazement and emotion, but tonight he just wanted to get drunk.

Sean walked into the bar and asked for a glass of gin at the bar. He usually didn't like drinking this kind of spirit, but today he wanted to indulge in it. When he turned his head, he noticed a woman in the corner.

Sean has enough experiences, and knows that love at first sight is not the case. It is just an old-fashioned plot that a poor romance novelist often uses to cover up his poor writing style, and to make the young stupid girl pay for the characters in her writing.

But when he saw that woman, he felt this way.

The woman sat alone at a wine table, her fingers slowly turning around the edge of the cup, and her bored look like a three-dimensional oil painting.

From his perspective, only the woman's side face was seen. The dim light from the bar reflected on her body, which coated her hair and half-exposed shoulders with an orange-red luster, making her beautiful.

Sean guessed that the rest of the bar must have a similar feeling, but for some reason no one caught up with him, it was like a story just unfolding and waiting for the protagonist to appear.

Sean drank the strong wine in his cup, and suddenly felt a sense of courage coming to his heart and walked straight towards the woman.

"Hey beauty, are you waiting for someone?"

The woman turned her head and looked at him with a charming smile: "Yes, Professor Sean?"

"Delia?" Sean then realized that the other party was the beautiful lawyer who had just separated yesterday.

She looked completely different. Maybe she was not wearing a coat, and her clothes were much cooler, less intellectual, but more charming.

It is logical that such a woman appears in a bar in this era is a slightly shocking thing. However, looking at the woman's slightly tilted figure, lazy expression and shining skin under the light, Sean felt that the scene in front of her was surprisingly coordinated.

"You look amazing."

"You don't look so good, why, are you sick?"

Sean nodded, "It's just a cold - can I sit here?"

"Of course, I'm just feeling a little bored."

Sean sat down next to Delia.

He had a good impression of Delia and even wanted to develop it in depth. However, after experiencing the previous change in his mood, he looked at the woman in front of him, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the end, Delia couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking? Professor Sean."

"I'm thinking about the devil." Sean blurted out.

"Devil? Haha, you might not be obsessed with the monsters that night, right?"

"No, it's not that devil. A friend of mine told me that as long as the devil can be summoned, it can satisfy three wishes. Have you heard of such legends?"

The woman nodded, "There was indeed such a saying a long time ago, but it should be just a story made by literary authors. Rational learning has conducted detailed research on this. It is said that the first person to propose this theory was a thirteenth-century playwright, who mentioned it in a drama about the devil.

As a writer, you should know this - why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Sean sighed, "It's nothing, but sometimes I feel that it would be so convenient if the trouble can be solved with a wish."

"Is there something bothering you?"

Sean wanted to speak but stopped.

He doesn't really want to expose the fact that he is sick in front of a beautiful woman.

Delia seemed to be interested and grabbed Sean's hand, "Come on, let's talk, if you really meet the devil who will give people a wish, what wish will you make? Rights, status, and money? I want to know if a great writer like you will have a unique idea."

Sean began to think divergently again, of course he cured his illness. No, he should have returned to Earth, but he didn't know if the local devil in this kind of business would take it.
Chapter completed!