Lu Yao thought seriously for a while, nodded and said, "I haven't read much recently. I liked it very much when I was in school, and I would read it when I had free time. Is your ability related to novels?"
Jiuhua shook her head, "I'm not really sure. As a professional novelist, my pen is my most powerful weapon, so it's normal for that to happen."
“… No, no, no, this is definitely not normal.” Lu Yao said hurriedly, “There may be other customers in the store who work in writing-related jobs, but they are not like you.”
Jiuhua: "Everyone is different, it's normal not to be the same."
Lu Yao: “…”
This person gave it so easily when he was playing dumb that she didn't even want to complain.
The atmosphere in the car became even more awkward than before.
Jiuhua looked forward, his expression unchanged, but he was slightly anxious. After a long silence, he whispered, "Maybe that's my problem."
Lu Yao leaned slightly to the side, "What's the problem?"
Jiuhua: "I don't know if it's because I'm too tired recently, the boundary between reality and fantasy is becoming more and more blurred, sometimes I can't help but doubt..."
Lu Yao was about to ask "What do you doubt?" when the car stopped and Jiuhua said, "We're here."
The huge silver building looks like a steel battleship. The hospital here does not have a red cross sign, and a huge statue of the goddess of the deep sea is engraved in the middle of the main entrance.
Before going in, Lu Yao bought a fruit basket and a large bouquet of flowers on the roadside.
The three of them registered at the information desk, gave Qingmei's name, got her bed number, and took the elevator to the 19th floor.
All the way up the stairs and into the elevator, Lu Yao felt that people around her were looking at her and Harold intentionally or unintentionally, secretly sizing them up.
These people are very careful and will not stare at people impolitely. They will take a cautious glance and then immediately look away.
Harold had long dark blue hair with a few strands of silver highlights, delicate and three-dimensional facial features, and was wearing the traditional robe of the Alexandria continent. He had a fierce look on his face and it was hard not to attract attention.
Lu Yao has a completely oriental appearance, with soft, delicate and clean features.
She actually looks similar to the people in Nightlight City, at least not out of place, but it seems that more people around her are paying attention to her than those who are curious about Harold.
Lu Yao leaned close to Jiuhua's ear and whispered, "Is there something dirty on my face?"
Jiuhua also felt strange and shook her head: "No."
When the elevator reached the 19th floor, Lu Yao immediately put this little matter behind him.
Several passengers in the car had puzzled expressions. The girl holding the flowers looked very familiar, but unfortunately she left before they could remember where they had seen her.
Lu Yao and the other two got off the elevator and saw a group of people gathered at the nurses' station, and there seemed to be an argument going on.
Lu Yao had no intention of watching the fun. He held the bouquet and looked up at the sign, preparing to go straight to Qingmei.
Jiuhua leaned over to take a few glances, pulled her sleeve, and whispered, "It seems to be Du Qingmei's parents."
Lu Yao turned around and quietly approached the crowd, wanting to hear what was happening.
Harold was curious about everything around him, as if he had entered a comic world from reality. His eyes were shining as he looked at the internal structure of the hospital and followed Lu Yao closely.
The nurse at the nurse station said helplessly, "It's not that we don't want to do it. If you want to discharge Miss Du, you must first get a discharge certificate issued by the attending physician. Otherwise, we can't do it."
Du Shan and Zhang Hong looked at each other with worried faces. Finally, Zhang Hong stepped forward and said, "It's not that we don't want to get the certificate, but Doctor Xie is unwilling to issue it. What can we do? They have been saying that she should be kept in the hospital for observation. It has been more than ten days, and Qing has no signs of waking up. Her life is ruined. We came here from the farm and wanted to take her back. We didn't bring much money, and we didn't expect it to turn out like this. We have spent all the extra money. Alas."
Du Shan continued, "Tomorrow, the farm's ship will come to deliver the goods, and we will take her home directly. Even if she can't be cured, it's better to take her home to recover than to keep her in the hospital."
The families of other patients who were watching the fun all felt that although the parents came from a farm family, they were very caring towards their children.
It's just that the accident was too serious and beyond their ability, so they can't be blamed for making such a decision.
The nurse frowned and said tactfully: "Miss Du is not out of danger yet. She will be discharged now..." If she can't get back to the farm, the patient will definitely die on the way back.
Before the nurse could finish her words, Du Shan suddenly waved his hands and shouted, "We must be discharged today. We have already accepted the fact that our daughter will not wake up, but you are still dragging your feet and not letting us be discharged. What is your intention? If you don't do it, we will call the media..."
Du Shan not only made a loud noise, but also reached out to pull the nurse, causing chaos at the scene.
But soon someone pulled Du Shan away, and a group of doctors appeared at the end of the corridor. They noticed the situation here and immediately ran over to ask.
Lu Yao led Jiuhua and Harold out, turned around to find Qingmei's ward, and passed by a woman holding a large bouquet of snow-white roses.
The girl had a good figure, was dressed elegantly and intellectually, and was wearing sunglasses. Lu Yao didn't notice her.
However, the girl walked a few steps and couldn't help but stop and looked back at the three people.
Qingmei was in a four-bed room. When Lu Yao and the other two walked in, the patient in the next bed and his caregiver looked up.
Jiuhua quietly hid behind Lu Yao. The patient and the nurse first noticed Harold and then looked at Lu Yao.
Harold made no move to speak.
Lu Yao smiled and nodded, "We are friends of bed number 35, and we are here to visit her."
As she spoke, she put down the bouquet and fruit basket, called Harold, and whispered, "Doctor Harold, please see why she hasn't woken up yet?"
The little black dragon focused on improving his knowledge of pharmacology and related magic in Dragon Valley, and was no longer a stupid little dragon who only knew how to fight.
Lu Yao also studied the pharmacology knowledge and related magic of the Alexandria continent, but he was a latecomer and his experience was so shallow that it can be ignored.
He dared to cast healing magic directly on minor injuries, but such a serious patient must be diagnosed first.
She still trusts Harold more, but this guy has a bit of a troublesome personality. If she asks him to do something, she has to flatter him, otherwise he will make trouble.
Harold was called back to his senses by the word "doctor". He suppressed the smugness that was creeping up his eyes and eyebrows, and diagnosed Qingmei. "She has a head injury and bruises. Her left arm and legs have multiple fractures. She has been taking too long."
"Can it be cured?" Lu Yao only cared about one question.
Harold shook his head: "I can't."
After a pause, he continued, "Throw two light spells at her and she will be full of life immediately."
This world is actually a high magic world, but strangely, the people here don't know magic.
Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, closed the curtain under the gaze of the patient next door, and prepared to treat Qingmei.
This treatment required a careful approach. She controlled her magic power and threw a very small light magic at the wound on Qingmei's head to clear the blood clots in the brain.
Qingmei's face was pale and thin, with a raised brow and her eyelids twitching slightly.
At this time, a cold voice came from outside the curtain and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing around my daughter's bed?"
Harold and Jiuhua were outside, blocking anyone from getting close.
Qingmei suddenly opened her eyes and saw Lu Yao clearly. She didn't remember anything at first glance and stared at her in confusion for a long time before she hesitated and said in disbelief: "Shopkeeper?"
"Don't move. You just woke up, don't be too excited." Lu Yao held her down.
The Dushan couple shouted and called the nurse and the attending doctor, who were standing outside the bed curtain.
Lu Yao nodded slightly to Qingmei, turned around and pulled open the door curtain, and explained calmly: "We are Qingmei's friends, and we are here to visit her."
Zhang Hong pointed at Lu Yao's nose and shouted, "What friends? We've never heard of her having any friends. Besides, who would draw the bed curtains when visiting?"
Du Shan looked up and down at Lu Yao and Jiuhua, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
The nurse standing at the end of the bed first glanced at the patient, then raised her hand to rub her eyes, then looked over again and said in a lost voice: "The patient is awake!"
Zhang Hong was still throwing a tantrum, but now she was like a duck being strangled by the neck. She immediately shut up, changed her expression, and threw herself on the edge of the bed: "Qing'er, you're finally awake! Mom was so worried!"
Qingmei had already remembered what happened before she fell into a coma, and turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention.
Zhang Hong reached into the quilt and pinched her hard.
The doctor came over and suggested doing a full body checkup on Qingmei, and everyone else who was not involved was asked to leave the ward.
Lu Yao and the other two sat on chairs in the aisle waiting. Du Shan and his wife stood at the end of the corridor, leaning against each other and whispering something, occasionally looking back at the three of them.
Harold was a little bored, so he whispered to Lu Yao every word of their conversation.
"They want the clerk to go home and get married."
"Forced marriage?" Lu Yao thought he had heard it wrong, as that was not mentioned in the news report.
Harold: "They have already discussed with the man that as soon as the clerk gets married to the man, they will immediately convert their youngest son's farm resident ID card into a Nightlight City resident ID card."
Jiuhua had already figured out the crux of the matter when she heard this: "They wanted to change their youngest son's origin, but they had no legitimate way to do it, so they set their sights on their daughter."
In her mind, Lu Yao simply understood the resident ID card as the household registration booklet that she was more familiar with. The Du Shan couple had made some acquaintance with a "big shot" from somewhere, and as long as they married their daughter to him, the other party would change their youngest son's rural household registration to that of the capital city.
No matter from which angle you look at it, this matter is ridiculous.
Harold frowned, a little disgusted: "The clerk was injured and unconscious before, and has not woken up since then. They don't want to waste medical expenses, so they plan to take her back by force. The marriage is off the table, but the clerk still has some savings. Now that she is awake, they plan to take her back to get married as planned. There is a phone in their hand. If the clerk resists, they will call someone over."
Lu Yao stood up, took a deep breath, and slowly sat down again.
The Dushan couple seemed to have finished their discussion and turned to walk towards the three people.
Someone turned out from the other end of the corridor, saw Lu Yao, quickened his pace, and walked over faster than Du Shan and his wife.
She took off her sunglasses, her eyes revealing disbelief: "Shop owner, it's really you!"