Dr.
J is now more and more fond of Sherlock, who is not only grateful for his kindness, but also so enthusiastic and kind, introducing such a seriously ill patient to himself, such a person, not only for himself, but also for the patients.He hadn't been to the clinic for a long time, and he couldn't remember the process a little.Doctor J touched left and right on his robe for a moment, then pulled out a medical record with blood stains and unknown yellow liquid, made a record, and said to the sick ghost in front of him, "Please be seated." ”As he spoke, he looked left and right, bent his legs and sat on the railing at the edge of the hallway.He pretended to be seeing a doctor in the infirmary.Sick ghost: "......"
He was a little overwhelmed.Dr.
J looked at his eclectic body, gave him three seconds to react, and then wrote and read under the case in a self-talk: "This patient seems to have some hearing problems, his mind is simple, his limbs are not very coordinated, and he can't understand my instructions......
The sick's face gradually turned green.Instructions, this is to train him as a dog?
Dr.
J wrote this, looked up again and said, "What other symptoms, let me see, oh, the face is blue, there are too many wrinkles, the scoliosis is severe, oh, no, you are not simply sick, this is poisoning, this, this is the ......"
He didn't know what he found, and danced excitedly.Xiao Li saw his desire to show himself and asked intimately, "Doctor J, what kind of disease is he?"
”"This—this is the disease!
That's it, you know, that. ”Dr.
J scratched his ears and cheeks, and he pressed his left hand into a fist against his beak mask, rubbing back and forth, as if in his vast knowledge base.He was wearing a full plague doctor robe, and once he quieted down, he had the feeling of a genuine doctor, but it was a pity that this deep feeling was ruined as soon as he opened his mouth.After five minutes, Dr.
J laboriously concluded, "It's parasitism, it's reincarnation, it's reversal." ”He felt that what he said made sense, and the chick nodded like a peck of rice."
I'm so literate!
But how can this disease be cured?
How can you stop him from changing, how can you stop coughing, how can you calm him down?
”Doctor J pauses abruptly at this point.The sick man had never heard of Dr.
J's name before, but that didn't stop him from having a bad feeling of premonition.He stammered and coughed, "Ahem, ahem, I don't need treatment, I'm used to it, cough." ”"One more symptom, negative treatment, this doesn't work, this doesn't work."
Doctor J turned a deaf ear, he began to look out of the hallway, as if looking for a prop to use, searching like a falcon, "It's not good here, there is no medical equipment for me, it's not professional, but my superb surgical skills can make up for this shortcoming, as long as I can find the right tool-" His eyes first stared at the small yellow umbrella in Wang Huai's hand, measured the size in his mind, and then seemed to feel that it was not thick enough, and condensed on the eternal soul umbrella in Shen Mirage's hand.Shen Mirage suddenly understood what he meant and handed it to him.Dr.
J grabbed the handle of the Eternal Soul Umbrella, held it up like a stick, and walked towards the sick man."
You, ahem, what do you want to do, you, go away, ahem."
The sick man subconsciously turned around and tried to escape, but the short, hunched body made him walk very slowly, he coughed, and was picked up by Dr.
J with an umbrella stick, hit the temple, and several more strokes in succession, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground."
Dangdang, the treatment was successful!"
Doctor J was quite proud, let go of the Eternal Soul Umbrella, and looked at the unconscious sick ghost on the ground, "Another case has been cured, I have succeeded in one hundred and three cases in a row, a record, to keep it, I am too awesome." ”Xiao Li applauded: "Awesome." ”The success of curing a patient and receiving Sherlock's compliment made Dr.
J doubly happy, and he couldn't help but happily spin around in place, holding his beak mask.Xiao Li: "But Doctor J, can I ask you another favor?"
”Dr.
J: "What's the rush?"
It is incumbent upon us to do so. ”Xiao Li pointed to the sick ghost lying on the ground: "Let him wake up again, I have a question to ask him." ”Others: ???
Why didn't you say this earlier?
Sherlock, you don't have a heart.Dr.
J also seemed stumped by the question, and he didn't answer it for a long time."
It's that I'm saying it's too difficult—" Xiao Li asked tentatively."
No," Dr.
J immediately interrupted him, "I can, of course I can, a good doctor, of course, can also wake up a sleeping patient, I think, I think......"
He now regretted that the blow had hit so hard, only a little bit of regret.Doctor J paced back and forth, suddenly reaching out and taking a leaf from the peony flower next to him, then rolled the leaf onto his gloved fingers, took off the sick man's shoes, and began to use the leaf to stimulate the soles of his feet back and forth.In addition to this stimulus, he also rolled two additional leaves into a ball and used them as a catheter and inserted them into the nostrils of the sick man, attracting mud mixed with rain and rubbing them on his nostrils.In the end, Dr.
J also came to a period of cardiopulmonary resuscitation, put his hands together, and pressed it on the patient's chest, the kind that can break the ribs, and press it desperately.Tossed and turned, and finally woke up the sick ghost again.The frail old man first moved his fingers and woke up tremblingly, and the first thing he saw was Dr.
J's chin, and his throat began to pull like a bellows: "You, you, cough, you ......"
Dr.
J leaned his big face over: "Are you awake?"
”Sick Ghost: "What did you do to me, ahem?"
”Why did he feel like his whole body was falling apart?
Especially in my chest, it hurts so much that I can't stand up.As Dr.
J approached, the sick ghost subconsciously retreated like a victim of an atrocity.Seeing this, Dr.
J immediately accused: "You can't do this, you treat the doctor so badly, I finally woke you up, and you still don't thank me?"
”He obviously doesn't have the noble sentiment of giving kindness without asking for anything in return, and the more he talks, the more angry he becomes, and he can't wait for another set of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.The sick ghost coughed violently, and he pointed to the bird's beak doctor in front of him: "Ahem, cough, I, you, ahem, the whole family ......"
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Xiao Li half-squatted beside him, and when the two sides were about to break out a doctor-patient war, he spoke in time to attract the attention of the sick ghost."
You belong to the Sun family," Xiao Li paused for a moment before continuing, "Ghost?
”The sick ghost did not cooperate: "Ahem, you, is, ahem, ahem, Sun, ahem." ”He coughed too badly in the end, and the word "home" didn't come out, but it sounded more like "grandson".Xiao Li turned his head to Doctor J and said, "Doctor, I think he still needs a little shock treatment, your methods are too gentle to be effective for such an extreme patient." ”Sick Ghost: "........."
He was about to stop him, but Dr.
J was already dancing with joy: "Okay, you're right, I like shock treatments, and chainsaws are too gentle, right?"
Electric shock?
Car crack?
”"No, ahem, no, I, ahem, I should be, ahem, right."
The sick ghost hurriedly interrupted him loudly and answered Xiao Li's question with a knowing feeling, "I, I don't remember much, ahem." ”Xiao Li: "What do you remember?"
”“…… Sickness. ”The sick ghost's mood went down, and he fell into memories, "I just, ahem, I remember that I was lying in bed, surrounded by people, ahem, I am very old, very old, but life is very short, I, ahem, still want to continue to live, but no, ahem, why is it only me?"
”Xiao Li: "Why is your life short?"
How did you get sick?
”"No, I don't know, cough," the sick man coughed as he lay on the ground, stretching out his withered paws toward the sky, "cough, cough, cough." ”The sick man grabbed his throat, and in that part it was as if something had appeared blocking his throat, making it difficult for him to speak normally."
What's going on?"
Dr.
J muttered, he came behind the sick man, bent one foot, put his knee against the old man's back, then grabbed his two hands, and began to kick him in the back with all his might, "Your sudden aggravation after being treated by me is very bad for my reputation." ”He kicked the sick man in the back and neck, and from time to time tried to use the impact to make the sick man spit out the contents of his throat, and after several repetitions, he really succeeded—after another two-pronged treatment by Dr.
J, the sick man retched, and a black thing mixed with the mucus in the old man's throat was spit out, right on the tips of Wang Huai's feet.It was a black hard object, wrapped in a transparent liquid, and Wang Huai poked the object with the tip of his umbrella, observing it back and forth, and smelling a rotten fragrance from it.That's right, the scent.It's not the smell of perfume, but a meaty aroma, just like a piece of cooked meat, Tang monk meat, exuding a smell that makes people can't help but secrete saliva.As the piece of black meat left the sick man's throat, his cough stopped abruptly, and he looked at the object in sight with the same astonishment, only to his surprise that he had coughed it out.The sick ghost suddenly pounced on it again at the speed of a tiger pounce!
That momentum, as if to swallow this piece of black meat into his throat again, will never be separated.Dr.
J, who was standing behind him, grabbed his arms in time: "No, your condition is very serious and you need to be hospitalized." ”He touched the sick ghost's skull, like a watermelon, and said joyfully to Xiao Li, "I'm going to take him back to the hospital, Sherlock." ”Xiao Li wrapped the piece of black meat with the tissue handed over by Gong Mingming, picked it up, and replied casually to Doctor J: "Okay." ”Dr.
J was immersed in the joy of getting a new patient, and without feeling Xiao Li's perfunctory, he left with the sick ghost happily."
Roar—" the sick man let out a useless growl.On the dark rainy night, only the reincarnation party remained, and Wang Huai handed over a wooden box on the side: "Put it in." ”The napkin was at the bottom, but the mucus still seeped into the bottom of the box, and the black meat looked like a black stone on the surface, but it smelled very good.There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and I heard the sound of a group of people walking in groups."
I'll talk about it later."
Wang Huai said, "There will be other people here at any time. ”He closed the lid and held the small box tightly in the palm of his hand.Guest room door.Xiao Li avoided the puddle and walked from the inside against the wall, but his footsteps stopped at the door of his house.It was a little girl, with rosy cheeks and a round figure, wearing a school uniform, sitting at the door of his room with her hands on her knees, waiting for him for I don't know how long.It was Sun Jiarun.When Sun Jiarun saw him, he immediately patted his buttocks, which had already been sitting in pain, and stood up, and called him crisply: "Brother Sherlock." ”Xiao Li: "......
Well?
Do you know me?
”He searched the little girl in front of him, and finally fixed her on the person who peeked at him in the afternoon.Wang Huai looked at the little girl beside him, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.Sun Jiarun hung his head, in order to avoid retreating halfway, he tried to finish the words he had prepared during the waiting time in one breath: "Yes, Brother Sherlock, my name is Sun Jiarun, I, I need your help, please help me."
I had a very strange thing!
Lately, I've been hearing crying in my house, and, my Paul—" She snapped in the middle, sniffling suddenly.It's so fragrant, it's meaty, ...... is this?
Sun Jiarun raised his head, as if looking for something everywhere, and finally froze in the palm of Wang Huai's hand.Immediately, after a three-second pause, she squeezed out a scream from her throat: "Ah-" She didn't care about looking for Xiao Li for help, she immediately ran away as if she had met a flood beast!
Don't look at Sun Jiarun's small stature, but he can run fast, and he disappeared in the rain curtain all of a sudden.Xiao Li wanted to reach out and grab it, but he was slow and didn't catch it.Ye Zeqing looked at the direction in which the little girl disappeared, turned around and asked, "Damn, what's going on?"
”"She knows there's something wrong with this piece of meat, and she knows it."
Gong Mingming calmly analyzed, she pushed open the door, "Moreover, Sun Jiarun, the ...... of the good character generation How come I haven't heard the name?
”Wang Huai frowned: "I don't either, as far as I know, there is no child in the Sun family's generation who is called by this name." ”"Could it be some distant relative, or subordinate?""
This kind of family has very strict name control, not like.""......" **** Wang Huai walked into the largest guest room with the box, and the rest of the people followed, Xiao Li said hello to them, and prepared to go back to wash his hands before joining.In a small bathroom.He didn't turn on the light, he stood alone in front of the mirror, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his hands back and forth.Suddenly, the figure of another person was reflected in the mirror, and a voice sounded behind Xiao Li: "She calls you Brother Sherlock." ”Shen Mizhi stood behind him, his tone was indifferent, as if he had stated what had just happened from the perspective of a bystander, but Xiao Li was stunned and heard a hint of grievance from it.Xiao Li dried his hands and turned to look at the young man: "What, do you also want to call my brother to hear it?"
”Without waiting for Shen Mirage to respond, he approached the other party with a smile: "Or do you want to hear me call you that?"
”Shen Mizhi's originally emotionless eyes were a little more radiant, he looked at the other party's dark eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and reached out to shake the young man's hand, but was avoided."
Then it's better to explain what you just did."
Xiao Li tilted his head and stared at him, and the tail note was slightly long, with a little ambiguity, "Brother Mirage?
”() I wasn't born a European emperor