Chapter 511 Don't be oblivious
Just as the dolls were about to take the tequila away, a medical worker arrived. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Bertrand, and his legs trembled.
Then, pretending not to see the puppets attacking the tequila, he bowed respectfully and quickly at a 180-degree angle to Bertrand, who turned to look at him, and gently closed the door.
What a joke! Is your own life more important than a member who is about to be eliminated?
He quickly left the ward and told the news to a colleague he was close to. The colleague then told another colleague he was close to, and the news spread rapidly throughout the hospital and even reached other bases.
After the puppets left with the tequila, Bertrand stood up from his chair, stretched, and left with Scotland.
Suburbs.
The rebuilt Wilman Institute looks like a private clinic.
Bertrand had the Wilman Institute rebuilt exactly as it was originally.
Standing at the entrance, the silver-haired boy pressed his fists against his cheeks, his big eyes sparkling as he happily surveyed the interior. "Wow, it's exactly the same as when I came here four years ago!"
Immediately afterwards, he walked inside with his hands on his hips, the smile on his lips clearly malicious.
"There must be someone, or even an organization, behind the Wilman Institute. I'm really curious; I wonder if a suddenly rebuilt institute can attract their attention."
If the other party is intelligent enough, they will definitely know that something is wrong with the reconstruction here.
Of course, the other party may also be very confident in themselves, and then send someone over to investigate.
Bertrand hopped and skipped into the treatment room where the agave was placed.
Although he wasn't a proper doctor and his job wasn't to save lives, he still carefully disinfected himself, put on a sterile mask and gloves, took the scalpel handed to him by the Scottish man who was assisting him, and approached the agave plant, which was fixed to the operating table, with a grin.
Judging from his appearance, anyone who didn't know better would think he was playing some kind of pretend game.
However, in a sense, this was indeed a game of pretend play for him.
Bertrand put the legs he had just bought from the system store aside, and then removed the bandages from Agave's legs.
Soon, the treatment room was filled with the sounds of clanging, hammering, and even the use of chainsaws.
More than an hour later, Bertrand took the handkerchief handed to him by Scotland, wiped the sweat from his brow, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted."
"But it's finally finished!"
He glanced at the fully recovered agave on the operating table, yawned, and left with Scotland.
After washing his face, he asked Scotland to take him out for a nice meal.
Before his injuries are healed.
Qianzhu transferred most of her consciousness to her clone, Bertrand.
Bored, Bertrand went to the training base.
The members in the training base were immediately terrified. Half of them knew Bertrand, but the other half had never seen him before.
In front of the little madman, no one dared to give them a crash course on his 'glorious deeds,' and could only pray that they wouldn't be so tactless as to provoke him.
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