Interstellar Era of Gossip

Chapter 6 [Aibolo Clinic]

Aibolo Clinic, a century-old recipe.

Activities on both sides are being held simultaneously, and are tending to develop in increasingly bizarre directions.

Nalun had no way of knowing all this.

He turned into a room in the backyard, which was a dressing room reserved for the show's performers.

Parties and banquets often invite some performance teams to perform to add color to the party. But this time, Nalun, as the host, only prepared some interesting games and did not arrange any performances, so the dressing room was empty at this moment.

There was no one around.

Nalun calmly closed the door, his eyes fell on the strange makeup tools and wigs of various shapes on the table, and his expression struggled for a moment. Not long after, as if he had made an important decision, he looked as if he was dead... and began to take off his clothes.

A moment later, a sloppy man with long brown curly hair, wearing a cheap shirt and a thick beard sneaked out of the room and ran to the foot of the mountain along the path.

Everything is going as planned.

Nalun frowned, took out a hat from his arms and covered his wig that was messed up by the wind. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he looked indifferent to life.

Before this, he had never thought that one day he would go to such lengths to see a doctor.

Medicine is well developed in the interstellar age, and to match it is a complete and meticulous medical system.

If you go to a regular hospital for a consultation, or go to a licensed pharmacy to buy medicine, everything will be entered into the system - the detailed medical records and medicine purchase list will become a page in your personal file.

Xerxes could find the problem with just a quick check.

In order to prevent his left breast from being damaged due to some unspeakable reasons and to prevent others from discovering the abnormality, the meticulous Prince struggled for a long time and decided to take a risk and nip all the flaws in the bud.

He really put a lot of thought into it.

Now that the idiot Eli Lilly has been sent away and the seeds of chaos have been planted, I can finally go to the doctor with peace of mind.

"Huh?" The general's daughter, Mora, made a puzzled sound.

The surrounding women gathered behind her.

"Have you seen the Marshal?"

"Let me see it too! Good Maura!"

Maura frowned and waved her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. After a long time, she finally put down the personal terminal in front of her, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

As a product of interstellar high-tech, the personal terminal has excellent portability and a wide variety of powerful functions. At present, it has been adjusted to a high-definition camera capable of shooting thousands of miles away according to the needs of the owner, and live broadcasting on the "Yuzhi" platform.

"Goddess Momo, don't scare me. I don't believe this is the Sunset Volcano in the A-level scenic spot in the imperial capital! Isn't this mountain too desolate?"

"Hey man, are you blind? Didn't the goddess just show the whole picture? What's in the picture now is just a corner!"

"Wait, who was that bearded guy who just flashed by?"

"It turns out I'm not the only one who feels strange. Same question."

"The aesthetics of the Asha people do not include beards. I seem to see a ball of hair drifting."