Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 69 Yes, you're right.

"I told you I would come by myself."

On Burningham Road in Hillston, a young girl with slightly curly brown hair, wearing a beige ruffled high-necked dress, muttered under her breath, "Honestly, you guys don't even trust me with something this small?"

"Perhaps it's precisely because it's a small matter that I'm worried."

"Imperium walked alongside the girl and said slowly."

Do you think I'll be happy if you say that?

Fors rolled her eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed.

"Just telling the truth."

Yu Jin shrugged.

Even though it's a salted fish, it depends on the season.

Fors is always very serious about important matters.

For example, when she rescued her friend Hugh, who was in prison, she never let him down from beginning to end.

But on the contrary, she always becomes incredibly salty at other times.

There is a sentence that can perfectly describe her state—

The current situation of contemporary college students.

"Hmph."

Fors snorted twice, as if expressing her dissatisfaction, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but turn up.

Even my steps became much lighter—

Of course, it's also possible that she wanted to finish these things as soon as possible so she could go back to lying down.

In fact, it wasn't far from her house to Dr. Allen's house.

Because their homes are on the same street.

Fors's home was at 117 Burningham Road, while Dr. Allen's home was at 3 Burningham Road, a straight-line distance of no more than 500 meters.

In addition, since they all have odd-numbered license plates and are on the same side of the road, they don't even need to cross the street.

Passing through the porch in front of the courtyard and the lawn inside, Fors arrived at the door and rang the doorbell.

As the bell rang, the door was opened a dozen seconds later.

A young girl dressed in a maid's dress peeked out and looked curiously at the two people outside the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Dr. Allen."

Fors suddenly became a little nervous and whispered, "I..."

"Fors? Is this Fors? Come in."

The homeowner seemed to recognize Fors' voice, and soon a man's voice came from the living room.

Upon hearing this, the maid immediately realized that it was someone the master knew, so she stepped aside.

However, a strong sense of curiosity lingered in her eyes.

She had worked here for over a year, but had never seen the two people who came to visit.

Could he be a distant relative of Mr. Chris?

"Well……"

Fors hesitated for a moment, then led Ember into the living room.

Inside the living room, a tall, thin man wearing wire-rimmed glasses was adjusting his tie.

In front of him, a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a light blue dress, was gently smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes.

And these two people are the owners of this house—

Alan Chris and his wife, Velma Gladys.

Clearly, Dr. Allen was about to leave when they arrived.

If they had left even a minute later, they might have missed it.

"Dr. Chris."

Upon entering the living room, Fors suddenly grabbed Yu Jin's sleeve nervously and called out somewhat awkwardly.

"Although you resigned from my clinic more than two years ago, I don't recall our relationship being this distant."

Alan Chris looked at Fors, his tone indifferent.

Coupled with his gaunt and aloof face, he instantly exerted a strong pressure on Fors.

"Uncle Allen."

Fors instinctively shrank behind Ember, but still compromised and greeted him again in a low voice, "Good morning, Sister Velma."

Good morning, Fors.

Velma Gladys nodded slightly, looking at Fors and Ember beside her with a slightly mocking smile.

Has Little Fors finally reached this age?

"so what."

Allen's expression softened considerably, and he asked, "What brings you here? If you're looking for information about Wall, I'm sorry, I have no contact with him, and I don't even know where he is now. However, if you have any difficulties and need help, feel free to contact me; I can offer some assistance within my capacity."

"No, I'm not looking for him."

Fors shook her head gently. From the moment he abandoned her and her daughter, she had no relationship with that man anymore.

Whether he lives or dies, or how he lives in the Southern Continent, it has nothing to do with her.

"As for help."

Fors said cautiously, "I do need your help with something. I'd like to intern at your clinic for a while."

"An internship?"

Allen pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Alright, how about the salary remains the same, five pounds a month?"

Although he worked at the hospital, he also ran a clinic called Youssef Clinic on the side.

To be precise, he took over the nearly bankrupt Youssef Clinic three years ago.

Mr. Youssef, the former owner of Youssef Clinic, had accumulated a mountain of debt due to his excessive gambling and womanizing, and was forced to sell his entire fortune to buy a ticket to the Southern Continent.

It was at that time that Allen took over the clinic at an extremely low price.

And coincidentally, three years ago, Fors had just graduated from Backlund Medical School.

Fors' father, who abandoned her and her ailing mother to go to the Southern Continent, still had some conscience. Feeling guilty, he used his connections in the retired officers' club to introduce Fors to this clinic.

Allen also generously offered Fors, who was just an intern, a high salary.

Fors thought he would continue doing this forever.

But fate played a cruel trick on her. After only a year, she resigned from the clinic after becoming an extraordinary person and became a full-time shut-in.

No, no salary is required.

Seeing Allen nod, Fors breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly waved his hand and said, "I didn't come for the money. You know I'm a writer now, I don't need the money. I just wanted to... well, to review what I've learned before, so I wanted to do an internship for a while. It won't be long, no more than two... a month."

Although Fors didn't think his talent was particularly outstanding, being able to digest potions within a month.

However, she had been an Extraordinary for over two years, and even without knowing the method of impersonation, she could digest the potion within a year, even while lying down.

If she could seriously play the role of an 'apprentice,' a month would definitely be enough for her to master the potion—

Right?

Fors lowered his head somewhat insecurely.

"Alright."

Seeing her insistence, Allen didn't press the matter and said, "However, the clinic isn't short-staffed, so you can't intern there for the time being. How about this, there are still some openings at the hospital, you can come with me there later."

"Perfect timing, I have another surgery today, you can be my assistant."

Dr. Allen paused, then turned his gaze to Ember. "Um, is there anything else your friend needs help with?"

"No, no need."

Fors immediately said, "He's just here with me, you don't need to worry about him."

"That's right."

Yu Jin nodded in agreement and said, "Do as you please, don't worry about me."

Dr. Allen and his wife exchanged a strange glance.

(End of this chapter)