The Skills Are All God-Level Passives, And The Job-Changing Mad God Of War!

Chapter 590

Faisal shook his head and said: "His name is Arirang.

"Ali?"

Faisal said calmly: "Ali Arirang, I know this guy."

"You know him?" the others asked in surprise.

Feisal said: "Arirang is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Science. He once tried to break through the 'Holy Shield' project, but was stopped by the Academy of Sciences and finally gave up. However, Arirang seemed to have given up this job, but he did not expect him to run away. Came here to become a doctor."

"He still wants to do research on this technology?"

Feisal smiled slightly and said: "Or... I don't understand what he wants to do. All in all, we have to observe for a while... to see what tricks he will come up with.

After Alilang woke up, he witnessed the birth of a miracle amid a burst of noise - a female assistant nurse was standing next to the operating table.

I saw her taking out a syringe from the operating table... The syringe was filled with green liquid.

"Hello, Mr. Alilang." The female assistant glanced at Alilang with a smile.

Arirang's complexion suddenly changed, this is

"You don't have to be nervous, I'm just helping you with a simple test." The female assistant said gently: "But I have to tell you one more thing, the effect of this potion is very good, it has a strong healing function, even It can also quickly repair a broken limb."

"so amazing!!"

"There is such a magical thing in this world!"

Several medical staff nearby exclaimed at this time.

Arirang took a deep breath.

The female assistant said at this time: "Mr. Arirang, do you still remember who saved you when you were in a coma?"

"I don't remember." Arilang shook his head. "I only remember that before I fainted, I seemed to hear a sentence. Who is my friend...?"

The female assistant smiled slightly and said, "That's Mr. Alibert."

"Alibert!" Arirang was startled, and then jumped up suddenly, "I remembered...that's my brother. How is he?"

"Mr. Alibert is well now."

The female assistant said: "Don't worry, Mr. Alibert has woken up and is resting in the ward.

Arirang breathed a sigh of relief, but soon frowned and muttered to himself: "Why are there two Ariberts?"

"Well." The female assistant hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "Actually, I don't know.

"However, Mr. Alibert asked me to tell you that he already knows that you are here."

"He knows?" Arirang was startled.

The female assistant said: "Yes, Mr. Alibert called just now. We communicated through computer video. He got the news that you came to this island. He hopes you can visit him."

"Okay, I'll leave early tomorrow morning." Arirang nodded and suddenly looked at Faisal, "Faisal, I want to see you."

Faisal shrugged, "I know you have a lot of things you want to talk to me about, how about tomorrow night?"

"Yes." Arirang nodded.

`Sir, are you going out?'

"Um."

After Arirang put on his clothes, he drove directly downstairs to a high-end hotel. He took out his wallet, took out five pounds and handed it to the waiter, "I want to open a room."

The waiter put the five pounds into his pocket, nodded and said: "Sir, please let me comment.

The rooms here are not very expensive, but compared to Arirang on weekdays, they still seem expensive.

The decoration of the room is also quite luxurious, and there is even a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window through which you can see the beach and sky in the distance.

The waiter brought (Li's) a cup of black tea and a bottle of whiskey, and then quietly left.

"It feels like being at home."

Arilang sighed softly, picked up the black tea, and drank it slowly.

He is not sleeping at the moment.

Because... In front of Arirang, a set of equipment was placed impressively.

This is a set of things that seem to be some kind of instrument. It is divided into three layers. Each layer is filled with various data, densely packed, like ants moving house.

Next to it, there is a screen, and on the screen is another set of instruments, which is playing a certain scene at this time. .