Collapse Immortal

Fang Ning nodded, turned around and pulled Drake next to him and went back to the room. He needed to firm up his heart.

Unfortunately, they ran into Jean Baccière, and Drake even struck up a conversation with her, complaining that she had disappeared in the middle of a drink.

Fortunately, Jean Bart was quite restrained in front of Drake and did nothing except deliberately leaning towards him when he was talking.

This made Fang Ning feel a little relieved. However, she had not noticed before that Jean Bart's pair of white legs were really long and straight, and the overall shape was very well-proportioned, with tight skin, and the kind of fleshy but just the right amount.

Based on his experience, whether it's a knee pillow or something else, it should be very comfortable...

Fang Ning's face froze. It was all over now. It had only been a short time, and he had already started thinking about these things. He really had to stay away from this woman.

So he reached out and tugged at Drake, scratching her palm. Although the latter was drunk, she was still very sensitive to these things, so she said goodbye to Jean Bart with a burp and prepared to go back to her room.

The only problem was, Derek was really drunk, and she had already started making her move before he even entered the room.

If there were no outsiders present, Fang Ning would naturally be happy to do so, but now she couldn't respond. She could only patiently drag her back to the room and talk about it later.

However, when closing the door, Fang Ning looked back at Jean Bart and found that even after witnessing what had just happened, her favorable impression of her had not diminished.

Even, there has been an increase.

...It's strange, why didn't I notice that he was so astringent before, especially that seductive look, it really makes me feel itchy.

Staring at the door, Jean Bart took a deep breath for a while before calming down his extreme urge to break down the door and rob the man.

Although according to her idea, since she has confirmed her feelings, she should be direct and get everything done cleanly and neatly.

Besides, she didn't have much patience to begin with. If it was Fang Ning's situation, then using force would be an appropriate means.

Unfortunately, she does not have the advantage in terms of military strength.

She couldn't use such an effective method as coercion, and persuasion was not her usual style.

Then, we have no choice but to seek external help.

As long as Algeria and the others could hold Drake back and leave her alone with Fang Ning, judging from what happened just now, she would most likely be able to quickly break down his psychological defenses.

After all, he had just stared at his legs for a long time with his eyes wide open.

Jean Bart turned and left.

A night passed, and the next morning, the sirens woke up and fell into the pain of a hangover, but it was a little different from the past. In addition to headaches, there were other conditions.

So, in addition to being a cook and a boatman, Fang Ning also worked part-time as a ship's doctor.

"Doctor, what happened last night?"

In the makeshift infirmary, Fang Ning glanced at the big bump on the white-haired loli's head, then glanced at another loli standing by the door with a concerned look on her face, but did not tell the truth.

"I don't know, but if you're really curious, you can ask Gascon later."

"Okay, I get it now."

"Well, let's get down to business. How are you feeling now? Are you feeling sick or anything like that?"

Chapter 107 Treatment

"...Yeah, it's nothing serious. I'll give you an ice compress now. Remember to repeat this every half hour when you get home. Come back tomorrow for a hot compress. It shouldn't hurt so much in a day or two."

After Fang Ning asked about the symptoms of the vicious disease, she checked the big bump on her head and confirmed that it was just some external injury, so she gave some treatment methods.

"When will this lump go away?"

Vicious asked with some concern, while Fang Ning was trying to figure out where to get some ice or cold water, and answered casually

"It'll probably take at least a week, but don't worry, washing your hair won't affect it."

"Oh, that's fine."

"Speaking of which, why did you come to this ship to be pirates? I remember you weren't from the Holy See?"

"It's the Vichy Church."

"Yes, Vichy, so why did you come here to become pirates?"

After rummaging through the drawers, Fang Ning decided to use Wei Erwei's wisdom to make an ice maker, so she took out a hammer and started banging away.

After taking a look out of vicious curiosity, he shrank back and replied lazily:

"Because Jean Bart is the leader of the Vatican, as the vicious blade protecting the Vatican, I must obey Jean Bart's orders."

"Really? So what do you think of the pirate life?"

"It's much more comfortable than before. I don't have to worry about breaking anything."

"Well, okay, the ice maker is done!"

Fang Ning put the hammer aside and picked up a funnel-like device. It was iron-gray in color and mixed with all sorts of things, making the overall look extremely rough.

Turning around and placing the device on the table, he took out a glass of water and poured it in from above, then shook the handle on the side. Following a few crisp clicks, several square ice cubes fell out from below.

"?"

Evil had no idea how this was done, but she had no intention of delving into it. All she wanted now was for the swelling on her head to go down quickly, otherwise she would feel uneasy if she was lazy.

After Fang Ning packed the ice cubes in a waterproof bag, she placed it on top of Evil's head, and the latter shuddered immediately.

A few minutes later, Fang Ning removed the ice pack and said:

"This long application is enough. You can use this machine, but remember to return it."

"Wow, it feels so heavy."

"With your strength, this thing is as light as a feather."

"Is it strong enough?"

"Of course, everything on this ship is strong enough."

Vicious left with the ice maker, and Unyielding, who was standing at the door, nodded in thanks and left as well.

On the other side, Fang Ning sorted out the things she had found, sat back at the diagnosis table, and shouted loudly:

"next."

The girl with long pink hair immediately pushed the door open and walked in, holding a long package in her hands. She looked extremely sad, as if her parents had died.

After entering, she immediately sat down in front of Fang Ning's desk and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Walkeran? What are you doing..."

Fang Ning looked her up and down and didn't find anything wrong with her. From her expression, she looked more like a family member of a critically ill patient than a patient waiting for treatment.

"Doctor, can it be saved?"

Walkeran carefully placed the package in his hand on the table. Fang Ning took the package in confusion and opened it carefully. He found another layer inside, so he opened it again, and there was another layer.

"..."

Fang Ning looked up at Walkerland without saying a word. She lowered her head and continued to unpack the package. After unpacking nine layers, the true appearance of the contents inside was revealed.

A strand of long hair that is light pink on the outside and burgundy on the inside.

Obviously, it's from Walkerland.

"this…"

"Haven't you noticed that I'm different from before?"

"different?"

Fang Ning once again examined the pink-haired girl in front of her, but still found nothing unusual.

Seeing this, Walkerlan pointed to the top of his head and said loudly:

"It's Aho-sama! My Aho-sama is gone!"

"Oh, well, it's about a few hairs."

“It’s not just a few hairs!”

Walkerlan looked at the strand of hair on the table and said sadly:

"Without aho-mane, Walkerland wouldn't be Walkerland."

"Ah, that's not the case. Never mind. So you want to take Dai Mao back."

"Ah."

"Let me see, you were forcibly pulled off, it must have been a little difficult."

Fang Ning checked the broken end of her hair, made a judgment, and then used Befa's maintenance knowledge and Mebius's biotechnology to quickly find a feasible treatment method.

After turning around and fiddling with it for a while, he took out a black sticky thing.

"Okay, to avoid making a mess in here, let's go to the bathroom and fix your hair."

"Huh? Is this really possible?"

"Of course, it's not a serious illness. Come with me quickly."

"It's amazing! It's like it never breaks."

A quarter of an hour later, Walkeran, with slightly wet hair, walked out of the bathroom cheering while playing with the new hair on his forehead.

Fang Ning followed her, wiping her hands as she spoke:

"To prevent it from being pulled off next time, I specially strengthened your alopecia. Now, even if your hair falls out, it will still stand."

"Ohhhh, so strong! Thank you, doctor!"

"Well, you go back first, I have other patients."

"Bye-Bye!"

Walkerland skipped away.

Fang Ning sat back in her seat and called the next patient.

However, looking at the silver-haired, red-eyed girl in front of him, he scanned her and found no wounds. He then asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

"..."

Dunkirk opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time. Finally, he just lowered his head with a red face.

Fang Ning immediately understood and assured:

"Don't worry, there are only two of us here, and no third person will know what happens next."

“…I’m hurt.”

"Which part?"

"Here…here."

Dunkirk pointed to his chest embarrassedly, which was obviously a private part, but Fang Ning was a little hesitant at this time, after all, there are differences between men and women.

After a moment, he made a decision. The patient had come to him, and as a doctor he couldn't just ignore him.

So, he let Dunkirk lie on the temporary bed beside him, took out medical gloves from the drawer and put them on, and said:

"Okay, untie it, let me see the specific condition of the wound."

"…Um."

Although Dunkirk was shy, he still took off his clothes, including the inner one, as he was told.

The snow-capped peaks are so proud that they can defy gravity. The spring bamboo shoots stand upright, just in bud and about to bloom. When the cold wind blows, the lotus flowers reveal their tips, looking pink and lovely.

"Who bit you?"

After examining the wounds that were almost scabbed over for a while, Fang Ning immediately came to a conclusion. However, they were probably bitten through the clothes, so they were not particularly deep.

"I think so. I can't remember what happened at that time."

"You guys."

Fang Ning shook her head, but didn't say much. Instead, she asked:

"Your wound isn't deep and it's almost healed, so you're probably worried about scarring?"

"Well, will it?"

"Normally, no, but it's hard to say with an injury like this. I'd better get you some ointment. Okay, you can apply it yourself when you get home."

"Okay, thank you doctor."