However, joy turns to sorrow. He laughed too exaggeratedly and the mask on his face broke. With a "pop", the mask that barely covered most of his face slipped off in an instant.
In an instant, his wretched appearance was exposed to everyone without reservation. His bulbous nose, sparse eyebrows, and the habitual pouting due to years of cowardice, combined together, were really an eye-catcher.
When Sigma's Bai Yueguang saw this, the passion and impulse in her heart were instantly extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water. She couldn't help but look away, and the disgust on her face could no longer be concealed. She quickly changed her words and said, "I can only... If there is a next life, I am willing to be your slave."
The tone became distant and cold, completely different from the gentleness and shyness before.
Damn it! Isn't this a quick change of tune? Sigma felt sad. He knew in his heart that there was nothing he could do. He was simply too ugly and the girl could not accept him at all.
In this world where appearance matters, the cruel reality once again dealt him a heavy blow: if a handsome man encounters such a life-saving grace, he would naturally repay the favor with his body, no problem; but if an ugly man, like him, sorry, he can only feel that he cannot repay the life-saving grace and will have to work like a slave in the next life.
Sigma stood there in shock, the smile on his face not even showing yet, but now it looked uglier than crying, his eyes full of loneliness and self-mockery...
Sigma forced a smile, which was uglier than crying. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but it revealed endless bitterness. He said softly, "It's okay, you should have a good rest. This is what I should do."
After saying that, he turned around and slowly left with a lonely back.
The back figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, revealing deep loneliness and loss, and every step was heavy and slow.
The Lord of Plague in Sigmar's body seemed to have watched a wonderful farce, and laughed in his heart: "You treated her well, but she didn't appreciate it. Do you regret it?"
The teasing voice was like a handful of salt, sprinkled on Sigma's wounds.
However, Sigma straightened his spine while walking in the hospital corridor, and said firmly: "I will not regret it. I am willing to give everything for my white moonlight, even my own life. I just need to protect the girl silently behind her."
There was persistence and determination in his eyes, as if nothing in the world could shake his determination.
The Lord of Plague was silent for a moment, then sneered in his heart: "...This guy is really hopeless. Why did I choose such a thing? This dog must not die well." His tone was full of disgust and helplessness.
At this time, the druid doctors who had been treating the patients ran over in a hurry. The leading druid's eyes were full of anxiety and expectation. He grabbed Sigma's arm and said, "Young man, please, you must help us and save those patients!"
Sigma subconsciously wanted to refuse, and quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm just a nurse. I don't have this ability."
But before he could finish his words, he heard the druid anxiously say, "As long as you are willing to help, the hospital can directly promote you to a doctor and enjoy the highest level of treatment!"
As he said this, he handed a contract that had been prepared long ago to Sigma.
Sigma looked down, and when he saw the series of staggering salary figures on the contract, his eyes widened instantly, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
Without saying a word, he reached out to take the pen and signed his name on the contract in a flamboyant manner.
At this moment, all his dignity and previous hesitation were thrown out of his mind, and the only thing left in his mind was the number shining with golden light.
Although Sigmar is a nobleman, he is the least favored one in the family.
There was nothing he could do. He was so ugly that he had been treated with cold stares and ridicule since he was a child. Even his father doubted whether Sigmar was his biological child.
Although he later took refuge with that adult, he was still very tight on money, after all, he had a bunch of younger brothers to support.
To be honest, Sigma is essentially a good person. He lives frugally on a daily basis and earns money to spend on his younger brothers. In the eyes of his younger brothers, he is a model boss.
At this time, the Lord of Plague roared in Sigma's body: "I will never 'heal' others again. The power of the plague cannot be desecrated!"
The sound made Sigma's head buzz, filled with anger and resistance.
Sigma was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, saying in his heart: "You idiot, if we had so much money, we could buy more Arena of Valor card packs, or even the Duel King Lucy limited edition figurine, do you understand?"
When he mentioned those beloved toys, his eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had already seen himself taking home a room full of figures.
The roar of the Lord of Plague stopped instantly in Sigmar's heart, as if an invisible rope was strangled around his throat.
He thought to himself: This kid actually used the limited edition Lucy figurine to tempt me, how abominable! But when he thought of the exquisite figurine, his heart couldn't help but feel itchy again.
"I am the great Lord of Plague! I am the one who brings disease, natural disasters, death, plague..." He wanted to be stubborn, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't continue.
"Next!"
In the emergency room, Sigma happily cooperated with the Lord of Plague, absorbing the plague in the human body.
Every time he cured a person, he would see a considerable amount of gold coin commission added to his account. This speed of making money made Sigma so happy that he couldn't breathe.
A smug smile was plastered on his face and he was busy working with great energy.
As for the Lord of Plague, he can only obediently absorb the power of the plague from the patients' bodies. There is no other way, he really wants the limited edition Lucy figure!
At this moment, he had lost all his former majesty, and seemed like a follower whose life was held by Sigma, unwilling but helpless...
After seeing Chris, Carl and the others in the hospital, Merlin felt relieved. These companions who had fought side by side with him were gradually recovering, and his heart finally settled down.
He walked back to his office with slightly tired steps. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the mysterious elf old man who had saved them before waiting for him here.
Merlin's eyes flashed with surprise. He never expected that Hoyd would suddenly show up here. After a brief moment of shock, he quickly turned around and shouted outside: "Electrolux, you ignorant thing, come and make tea for the guests!"
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