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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2 Illness and Unwillingness

"Hey! Don't be lazy over there!"

Seeing this, the despot behind the peasant group came up with whips.

"Boss, Ryan is just sick. Please don't"

"Fuck off! It's none of your business!"

When Connor was about to protect Ryan, but he was kicked away.

The despot walked up to Ryan and whipped him hard. "It's you again. Why are you pretending to be sick? Get up!"

But Ryan was lying in the mud, his face being full of cold sweat and trembling with pain.

The pain of whipping was no different from that of touching his belly.

Seeing that Ryan didn't respond, it seemed that he was not pretending to be sick. The despot frowned and said, "Loser."

Then the despot turned to look at Connor and said, " That guy, take this loser to the beast pharmacy for inspection. Don't slacken off. Go on with your work!"

As the despot spoke, he whipped the whip in his hand. The group members had planned to pay attention to Ryan, but they could only continue to work hard.

Connor breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to help Ryan up.

With the help of Connor, Ryan soon arrived at the beast pharmacy.

"Connor, Connor, listen to me, Connor"

Outside the door, Ryan quickly pulled Connor and said, "After entering the room, tell the pharmacist that I have a cold and fever. Do you understand?"

"Why?" Connor asked in confusion. "Didn't you cover your liver?"

Ryan said, "Have you forgotten what will happen to the people with liver disease in the past few months? Just return to the position of beasts!"

Beast!

This word made Connor shiver.

Once a person was classified as a beast, this person would die!

"Okay, I see."

Connor swallowed and entered the beast pharmacy.

As soon as they entered the room, Connor saw the permanent veterinarian of the pasture.

It was a piggy woman with brown hair. She stood on two feet like a human. She wore a white coat, her legs were hooves, and her head was like a wild boar with tusks.

A pig head human of level 11 and level orc.

The third pasture was the property of the orc pig head human race. All the management personnel, including the veterinarian, were occupied by the pig head human race.

The man in front of Connor was the only human veterinarian who had been hired by the third pasture.

"Doctor, we are in group seven. He is sick." Connor hurriedly helped Ryan to the bed.

"What's wrong ?" The doctor asked absentmindedly.

Although the doctor had a horrible appearance, her voice was clear and pleasant to hear.

Connor hurriedly said, "He has a cold! It is very serious."

"Catch a cold?"

The doctor looked up and down at Connor and turned around to look at Ryan.

Then the doctor stood up slowly and walked to Ryan.

"A fever?"

Ryan tried his best to suppress his painful expression and nodded, "Yes."

The pig head woman pouted and then reached out her hand. Her rough fingertips slid down from Ryan's chest to his liver, and then she gently pressed it.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The sharp pain instantly made Ryan scream hysterically.

Although it was just a gentle press, it seems that as if his liver was about to crack.

The pig head woman snorted contemptuously as if mocking at his cleverness, "I see. You have liver disease. Lie down. I'll give you a beast transformation certificate."

Then she opened the drawer and took out a few pieces of paper.

At this moment, Ryan was desperate.

As long as the doctor wrote his name and stamp on those papers, Ryan would

"Doctor! Wait!"

Connor rushed forward, knelt, and held the pig head doctor's leg.

"Please cure my friend. He is still young. Ryan can do a lot of work after he is cured!"

However, the doctor suddenly roared without warning, "Don't touch me! It's so dirty!"

With her knees trembling, Connor was sent flying on the spot and slammed into the wall, almost out of breath.

Connor struggled to stand up and knelt on the ground, kowtowing. "I beg you to save Ryan. He is my only friend."

"Shut up!"

However, the doctor turned a deaf ear to him and said while writing, "He has liver disease. Only low-rank magic can cure serious diseases."

"The elf seed is the seventh-grade race. Do you know how much it will cost to hire an elf mage? Fifty gold coins!"

"You humans only have eight silver coins each. The wholesale price of the training ground is lower. Fifty gold coins can buy nearly more than 700 humans."

"Even if the pasture owner was willing to pay, do you think that elf would come all the way to save a human?"

After that, the doctor picked up the seal beside her and pressed it hard.

Bang.

When this chapter was knocked, it seemed that Ryan heard a hammer sentencing him to death.

The doctor stuffed the document into Connor's pocket and said, "Give it to the pasture owner and ask him to sign."

At this moment, Ryan felt as if the world had become blank.

That's all?

I'm dying?

Are you kidding me?

Just because I'm a human?

Just because I'm worthless?

No, I don't want to die!

No!

"Ouch!"

Extreme despair led to the acute worsening of the liver cavity condition, and a feeling of swelling came up to Ryan's throat. Without hesitation, he quickly turned sideways and vomited a large mouthful of gastric juice.

"Disgusting." The doctor covered her nose with two fingers and turned around in disgust.

Ryan vomited for several minutes and didn't pass out until his bile was dry.

When Ryan woke up again, it was already at night. Connor leaned against the edge of the bed and fell asleep tiredly.

The doctor had left after work, and the beast pharmacy was as quiet as the dead. Occasionally, the sound of quaking in the duck circle next door could be heard outside the wind leaking wall.

Lying on the bed, Ryan looked at the ceiling in despair.

Ryan felt a sharp pain in his liver and the uncontrollable vomiting desire tortured him all the time, but he had already vomited up in his stomach.

Ryan could feel that life was like drops of water on the meridians of leaves, losing little by little from his body.

Even if Ryan was not regarded as a beast, he would only live until the day after tomorrow, and his consciousness would be shattered first.

What was this? At the age of six, Ryan began to work. He had been a farmer for nine years. In the end, he only provided orc kinds of free labor for nine years. Was he going to die?

It was really

Lightning struck the filial son. The rich were who are heartless.

The thin part of the rope was cut off, and the miserable person would be found to suffer.

"Are you awake?"

The door opened.

What came in was the despot.

Connor was also awakened. He was too scared to say anything when he saw the despot.

He walked to the bedside table with a bowl of porridge and threw it on the bedside table, spreading it everywhere.

"I brought you your dinner."

Looking at Ryan viciously, the despot asked, "Don't you even have the strength to eat?"

Ryan didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Group leader!" At this time, Connor plucked up the courage and said, "Please save me!"

However, the despot sneered, "Why should I save him?"

"What?" Connor was stunned by the despot's words.

The despot cast a glance at Ryan who was on the verge of death and said, "You didn't work hard since you were a child. Because of you, our group's speed is always different lag behind other groups.

Every time I saw the pasture owner, I was scolded. And now you deserve it!"

"Group leader, you know that Ryan is not in good health."

"Bullshit! Why wasn't he regarded as a beast when he was born with a poor physique? Ryan was just lazy and didn't work hard, so he got the disease!"

"Group leader, you've gone too far!"

Hearing this, Connor's eyes turned red with anxiety. "Can't you see how hard Ryan works? Now that he is sick, you don't need to help him. Is it necessary to say so?"

"Work hard?"

Instead of restraining himself, the despot cursed!

"Because of you, I can't be promoted to the chief supervisor!

That's the only position of "waiter" in our pasture. Do you know how many years I have worked for this position?"

After saying that, the despot spit into the porridge, turned around, and left, leaving behind, "Do you still want me to save you? Are you still not convinced?

Don't beg me. Stand up by yourself!"

Out of the despot, Connor threw a punch on the bed and shouted, "he's gone too far! We're all human beings. Why did he do that?"

Ryan knew how much Connor cared about Ryan himself.

Since Ryan traveled through time, only Connor had truly treated him as a friend.

Ryan reached out his hand and gently put it on his only friend's shoulder. "Forget it. It doesn't matter anymore. After I leave, you should work hard and don't contradict the superiors.

You've gone too far today, both the doctor and the despot."

"But…"

Connor still wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

His childhood education told him that humans should not be angry and should restrain themselves at any time.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Ryan was finally relieved.

Looking up at the broken ceiling, Ryan opened his attribute panel.

Species: humans.

Grade: lv15.

HP76/150

Ryan glanced at the clock on the wall and found it was midnight.

Today is my birthday, so I have been promoted to 15 levels.

However, within ten hours, HP had fallen by 65?

When HP goes back to zero, it will be my last day, won't it?

The orange "liver abnormalities" now also turned light red "liver damages".

At this speed, I will die at tomorrow noon at the latest, right?

Well, it's not my turn to be regarded as a beast!

What kind of rule was this? How could a person see his HP like a game? Could he still judge his death date through this?

It's completely unreasonable, fuck!

Just as Ryan closed his eyes and was about to accept death quietly.

Suddenly, Ryan found something strange.

The 3D image of the Rubik's Cube was the one in the lower-left corner of the board.

I didn't remember it had before?