Chapter 124 If a tiger doesn't show its might, you think I am...◎

Under the cover of night, the Port Mafia Medical Department, which occupies an entire floor of the Hong Kong Black Building, is brightly lit at this moment. The doctors and nurses who had originally gone home to rest after get off work have been urgently recalled.

The reason was that half an hour ago, a lot of injured people were suddenly admitted to their medical department due to Mimic's sudden attack. With only one doctor on duty and two nurses left, the medical department was unable to take care of these injured people, so they had to call everyone back to work overtime.

After such a major incident, the surgeon who was in charge of the entire medical department was inevitably woken up by a disturbing emergency call. He had to leave his warm and comfortable bed out of duty and force himself to cheer up and drive back to the company to work overtime, although it didn't have any effect: "Yawn..."

This is also the reason why the surgeon appeared in the elevator with a messy pot lid on his head and an impatient look on his face. The resentment of being disturbed in the middle of the night made him mutter: "Ah - I have to go back to the company to work overtime so late, a black-hearted organization... a black-hearted leader..."

The surgeon kept complaining, but he walked out of the elevator very quickly. As he walked, he resigned himself to a sip of black coffee without sugar or milk: "Wow, so bitter!"

The distressed surgeon finally opened his half-closed eyes that looked like they could fall asleep at any moment. At the same time, the noisy sounds in the medical department successfully broke through his one-sided shielding and entered his ears.

"Minister!" The nurse squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of the surgeon, panting and handing him a thick stack of information. "Minister, this is the medical record of the patient who was just admitted. Everything is here."

The surgeon took the case and quickly flipped through it. His expression became serious. When he finished reading all the cases, his impatience was completely replaced by solemnity. He picked out some of them and said in a deep voice, "These patients...are a bit tricky."

"Huh?" The little nurse froze after hearing this. She had originally thought that as long as the Minister came back in time, all these people would be saved. The little nurse, who admired surgeons very much, widened her eyes in disbelief: "Even you can't save them yourself?"

"..." The surgeon was silent for a moment before he spoke: "I'm just an 'ordinary' doctor."

When the young nurse heard this, the light in her eyes instantly shattered.

"What's that expression on your face? If I can't do it, someone else can." The surgeon laughed out loud at the young nurse's expression and raised his chin towards the elevator that was opened again: "Don't worry, since Dr. Mori is here, no one will die here tonight."

Mori Ogai, who was demoted from boss to doctor, happened to hear this. He smiled humbly and said, "It's just relying on my special ability. I'm still far from professional."

The surgeon who had obtained a doctorate in medicine in North America raised his eyebrows and said nothing. If nothing else, at least in terms of professionalism, he did not intend to engage in meaningless politeness, so he just handed the pile of medical records he had just picked out to Mori Ouwai and said, "Dr. Mori will have to take care of these people himself."

Saving lives is like putting out a fire. Sen Ouwai nodded without wasting any more time and followed the young nurse to treat the patient with the most terminal injuries first.

In the single room, the dying wounded man was lying on the bed. The originally clean white sheets were stained with blood. His injuries were too severe. Even after a simple bandage, a lot of blood still flowed out of the wound and dyed the white bandage red.

As soon as Sen Ouwai stepped into the semi-closed single room, he was covered in the face by a faint fragrance. His ghost instinct made him subconsciously take a deep breath and inhale the fragrance in the room into his lungs.

However, Sen Ouwai was obviously no longer the same person he used to be. Faced with the food that was opened and oozing with delicious juice, Sen Ouwai did not show any greed on his face. Instead, he calmly closed the door.

After all, ever since Moriogai discovered that his vampire magic was a healing one, it was only natural for him to practice in the medical department of the Port Mafia, and in the process make use of some scraps (?) of waste that would otherwise be disposed of as garbage.

After secretly eating extra meals, Mori Ougai, a new-born cannibal, gained much stronger control over his body. He rarely felt out of control when he smelled food. Even his blood vampire art [High-speed Regeneration] had been almost mastered.

The only thing that made Moriou feel complicated was that his blood vampire magic was strangely combined with his supernatural powers. In the eyes of outsiders, it was equivalent to his [Vita Sexualis] suddenly evolving into a branch of healing ability.

As Mori Oogai activated his special ability [Vita Sexualis], a little blonde lolita in a nurse's uniform holding a huge syringe suddenly appeared in this single room. From the outside, Alice did not change at all, and the equipment she carried did not increase or decrease.

Originally, Mori Ougai created the humanoid Alice based on Yoseno Akiko's childhood appearance data. Now Alice's abilities have become almost the same as Yoseno Akiko's.

This is like sticking 'hentai' on your head, Mr. Mori. (bushi)

"Rintaro?" Alice raised her little face and looked at Moriogai, waiting for his instructions.

Mori Ogai took the white coat hanging on the wall and put it on himself while commanding, "Heal him, Alice-chan."

"I see. Rintaro is really annoying." Although Alice said impatiently, her actions were decisive. She placed her free right hand on the wounded man's forehead.

"[High-speed regeneration]." As the little girl's clear and tender voice rang out in the closed room, Alice was enveloped in an ominous red light, which then quickly spread to the injured.

The seriously injured person lying on the bed had his cells dividing faster under the effect of the blood magic. His originally pale and weak face was dyed with a healthy blush at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was about to wake up from his coma.

Without waiting for the cured person to open his eyes, Mori Ouwai took Alice, who had just finished being treated, out of the ward and turned into the single room next door.

What follows is a copy-and-paste process: enter the room - activate vampire magic - the patient is cured - leave and enter the next ward, over and over again.

The surgeon who had come over at some point leaned against the wall and watched this miraculous scene. He exclaimed in amazement, "No matter how many times I see it, I always think Dr. Mori's ability is a bit of a cheat."

Mori Ogai didn't turn around when he heard the surgeon's praise, but just chuckled with an ambiguous meaning: "Cheating? My 'superpower' is far from being cheating."

Although his blood demon art [High-speed Regeneration] is very powerful and can almost bring the dead back to life, it is still far behind Akiko's [Please Don't Die] which does not require any cost.

After all, while his blood magic is useful, it also has obvious flaws, because the number of times human cells divide is limited. Even if [high-speed regeneration] can save a person in a short period of time, the shortened lifespan cannot be recovered.

Mori Ogai: So...his Akiko is indeed a one-of-a-kind existence! She's an angel!

Yoseno Akiko: ...Who is your Akiko? hentai!

Because he was facing away from her, the surgeon could not see the deep gaze in Mori Ogai's eyes. He shrugged and asked curiously, "Is there a treatment system in this world that is even more cheating than your ability?"

"Of course." Mori Ouwai's answer was so decisive that the surgeon had no choice but to believe it. However, no matter how he asked, Mori Ouwai didn't intend to say any more.

After curing the most seriously injured people, Mori Ogai no longer used blood demon arts to take shortcuts, but instead used his professional abilities as an outstanding graduate of the Medical Department of the University of Tokyo to participate in the treatment. After all, the irreversible sequelae of [High-speed Regeneration] were no joke.

It is hard to say how much of the reason why Mori Ougai works so hard to help in the medical department is because he wants Douma to see his efforts.

Because strictly speaking, Mori Ogai, who was in charge of keeping a close eye on Mimic, also bears some responsibility for the robbed of many Mafia bases in the port and the serious injuries of many garrison members.

Perhaps because they were busy snatching supplies and were wary of the existence of Mori Ogai, a plastic collaborator, the Mimic members who raided the port mafia's external base did not do their best.

They only attacked and severely injured the bottom-level members of the Port Mafia stationed in the base, and did not carry out the final finishing blow. Therefore, when others discovered something was wrong and rushed to the scene, most of them were still able to try to rescue them, and only a few unlucky ones were killed directly.

Fortunately, if the port mafia suffered heavy casualties, Mori Ouwai felt that he would be in trouble this time. You know, compared to the money and materials that can be earned, the resident personnel with certain experience and skills are more valuable to the port mafia.

Morigu, who always dances on the edge of coolness: ...It's too hard, living is too hard.

On the other hand, Douma learned from Mori Ogai's inner thoughts that all the injured who were brought back were rescued regardless of the severity of their injuries, and his anger towards Mori Ogai subsided a lot.

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in investigating who is the culprit who led Mimic to Yokohama. Morio is still useful, but his healing blood vampire arts are simply no longer suitable for the current situation.

Now Douma has two underground organizations under his control, and he really needs a big breast like Mori Ougai.

So, leaving aside Mori Owl who evolved into a super dad, Douma began to instruct people to keep an eye on the kids in his own home and in writer Oda's home... No way!

Of course it's a quick shake.

If it weren't for the fact that □□ the boss would go deep into the enemy camp alone, Douma would have wanted to kill his way into Mimic's base by himself.

Thanks to the spoilers of the original novel, Douma almost immediately locked onto Mimic's hiding place. After all, an abandoned church in a deserted area is quite easy to find, especially for a local boss like the port mafia.

If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you think I'm Hello Kitty?

If you dare to make trouble in my territory, you must be prepared to be crushed to ashes, black smile.jpg