Xiao Li retracted his gaze from observing the stack of books. He re-read the notice posted on the door of the infirmary, and was shocked to realize that the sentence should have been like this:
[Be vigilant, when you walk through this door, you leave the place of safety.]
It's just that this prompt was forcibly modified by the owner of the infirmary.
Zheng Yi didn't see the name of the book inside, his sight was blocked by Xiao Li, and seeing the other party motionless, he couldn't help but whispered, "Aren't you going in?"
Although he didn't see the doctor's face, Xiao Li had already sensed a strong unreliable aura. Before he could answer, an optimistic voice came from inside: "Are patients queuing outside? Please come in. , please come in, I don't need to register here."
Xiao Li: "..."
Shen Mizhi: "Go in and apply some potion, no other surgery is needed."
Shen Mizhi reached out and pushed open the door of the infirmary. Xiao Li looked at his wrist. The young man also had the same bruises on his hands.
His movements paused invisibly for a moment, and followed Shen Mizhi into the infirmary.
Bypassing the screen at the door, everyone collectively saw the appearance of the novice doctor.
He was wearing a black cloak, with a beak mask on his face, and his mouth extended outwards, while he was wearing a black high hat on his head, and his eyes were two bottomless black holes with Wearing gloves, and a small nameplate on his chest: DrJ (scp-049-j).
From the appearance alone, he looks like the Plague Doctor who is quite famous in various dungeon worlds, but the book on the table clearly explains his identity, he is an admirer of the Plague Doctor, or Say imitators.
Before the reincarnator came in, he was looking at the book he had put in his hand, and he was reading it very seriously. Now he had closed the book, and moved the stack under the chair to cover it with his seat.
There was only one chair opposite the doctor. Zheng Yi originally wanted to sit for Xiao Li, but the other party had no intention of sitting down at all. Instead, he waved his hand to let him sit down first. Zheng Yi did not refuse, and sat up.
"Oh, it's really, really nice to have three patients at once." The doctor rubbed his hands together with a look of excitement, "You guys sit down, but before I start, I'll finish the cactus today's drug treatment."
He opened the drawer and took out a jar that was covered with a black film from the outside. He unscrewed the lid and tilted the jar body towards the pot of cactus. A viscous liquid flowed into the soil where the cactus was located. It made a "Zizi" sound, and there was a puff of white smoke.
"There are bugs in these places on the cactus. I'm trying to find a way to treat them. Look, there are no more bugs now?" Dr. J proudly showed off.
Xiao Li: "That's right, but it also lost something more important..."
like its life.
Doctor J stopped the hand pouring the concentrated sulfuric acid and laboriously twisted the cap back. The leather gloves on his hand made this action more difficult for him. This is the conservation principle."
After finally screwing it on, Dr. J breathed a sigh of relief. He put his hands on the table and took down a blank case book: "Who will come first?"
There was a sudden silence in the infirmary.
Shen Mizhi looked at Xiao Li, Zheng Yi also looked at Xiao Li, and made eye contact, but no one spoke first.
Xiao Li simply said, "Then I'll come first."
"Wait a minute, don't worry, everyone has a share," Dr. J said. Seeing Zheng Yi sitting, he directly ordered, "You have already sat down, so you must admire my medical skills very much, so why not start with you? Let's start? Enen, this is a good choice, what's your name?"
Zheng Yi: "..."
I'm not, I'm not, you're talking nonsense.
With a complicated expression, he said, "...Zheng Yi."
"Very well, the patient's name is Zheng Yi, please describe your condition." Doctor J asked.
Zheng Yi: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that our arms are a little hurt. Well, if there is any red potion, we can just wipe it."
After saying this, he stretched his head to look at the medicine rack behind Doctor Bird's Beak, trying to identify which one was the red potion from the pile of odd-looking bottles.
Doctor J: "Put out your hand."
Zheng Yi stretched out his hand tremblingly. Dr. J took out a magnifying glass from his cloak pocket and put it in front of his eyes. He looked back and forth carefully for a while, and then he began to write hard on the medical record.
He said in a poetic tone of voice: "The patient failed to escape, was left with coordinates, solution, solution, I think about it..."
Dr. J stopped writing. He scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, as if he could not think of a good cure.
Zheng Yi carefully added for him: "Apply some red potion."
Doctor J ignored his words at all: "Oh, I have it, it's easy! Wait a minute."
He stood up suddenly, the chair made a loud noise on the ground, walked to the junk pile behind the screen, and rummaged inside.
Zheng Yi turned to Xiao Li and said, "Sherlock, let's go."
Xiao Li was thoughtful: "Wait a minute, what he said makes sense to me."
Doctor J called the marks on their hands coordinates.
If what he said is right, then it means that the jailer can be positioned in front of them by coordinates at any time, and even teleport directly to the corresponding area.
Zheng Yi looked at him with sad eyes, and before he complained about this unreliable barefoot doctor, he heard a startling laugh from the junk pile: "Haha, haha, I found it! Yes, just Just use this!"
Doctor J turned around, and this time, he had an exaggerated chainsaw in his hand.
Yes, just like the chainsaw in Chainsaw, it has an exaggerated blade and is an amazing weapon.
Doctor J happily seemed to have just solved some medical problem: "If the arm is injured, just saw it off! Don't worry, it will only hurt for a while."
Zheng Yi: "..."
Zheng Yi: ? ?
Although, he couldn't even say that what the other party said was wrong, and he couldn't find a suitable reason to refute it for a while.
"Come on, patient Zheng Yi, please put your hand on the table, and I'll take the knife and cut off your hand." Dr. J said to Zheng Yi while carrying the chainsaw.
Zheng Yi shook his head like a rattle: "Are you kidding me? I, I don't—"
Doctor J's tone suddenly dropped: "You don't believe me?"
He grabbed the chainsaw, and with that outfit, it seemed like he would turn into Jack the Ripper in the next second and cross Zheng Yi.
Xiao Li opened his mouth at this time: "Medicine me first, doctor, I am more ill than him."
He motioned Zheng Yi to stand up with his eyes, and sat opposite Dr. J himself.
With Xiao Li's interruption, Dr. J's attention was diverted, he immediately forgot his previous unhappiness, put down the chainsaw, threw Zheng Yi's case into the trash can, and took out a blank piece: "Okay, I like it. Seriously ill patient, if you are cured like this, I am the best and most capable doctor in the world, what is your name?"
Xiao Li: "Sherlock."
Dr. J wrote the name and muttered, "Why does it sound familiar..."
He raised his head: "What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Li looked at him calmly: "You are a good doctor, you judge."
"Oh, oh, challenges, I like challenges the most!" Dr. J's eyes lit up, he danced excitedly for a while, and carefully observed the teenager in front of him, "Well, you also have coordinates, you need surgery, except Besides…”
"What else? You're a real problem."
"Too calm?"
Doctor J stared at Xiao Li intently and silently. His back was sweating, and his entire clothes had already been soaked, but he didn't realize it. After maintaining this state for ten minutes, he suddenly shouted: "Oh, oh, I see, I'm a genius, a genius doctor! Even though I've never been to any medicine, I'm self-taught! I'm so witty!"
Xiao Li narrowed his eyes: "What did you see?"
"You're too lively, you're too open, you need to shut yourself off a bit," Dr. J said happily, "I came up with two treatment options, one is to let me use an electric drill to fiddle with the prefrontal lobe of your brain In that part, the second is that I will give you a hammer and make you unconscious, which one do you think is better?"
"I rarely give choices. You should cherish this opportunity."
Zheng Yi standing aside: ? ?
What kind of crazy talk is this, what kind of broken treatment plan? It's basically one hundred and eight ways to make money and kill people, right
He had already looked at Doctor J defensively, and wanted to wait for Xiao Li to leave here at any time, but Xiao Li propped his chin thoughtfully, as if hesitating between these two choices.
Zheng Yi: "..."
He originally thought he would not be surprised by what Xiao Li did, but now, he only had one thought in his mind: Do you really want to choose
Xiao Li maintained this posture, as if thinking of something, Fuzhi said sincerely, "Thank you."
Doctor J was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Xiao Li: "Thank you, you are really a good doctor."
Zheng Yi: ? ?
What did he miss
Dr. J was fooled by this never-before-seen compliment, he suddenly forgot that he was just preparing to give the other party a hammer in secret, and responded shyly and stammered: "This, this, you are too polite, You are too, a good patient, you are too good to tell the truth."
Dr. J sighed in his heart that there are really not many patients in this world who are pure and kind, who know how to repay kindness and gratitude. He has cured so many people with great effort, and every one of them is cursing him. Sherlock is like this, the treatment has not been successful yet, so I thank myself for this.
He had completely forgotten the two surgeries he was eager to try just now, and he was only full of the praise the patient had given him just now.
Xiao Li stood up and was about to leave the infirmary, but before leaving, he asked tentatively, "Doctor J, next time I have a patient here, can I still find you?"
"Welcome, welcome, welcome anytime, here is my caller, you can find me anytime." Doctor J took out a strange button from his pocket and stuffed it into Xiao Li's hand.
After they left, Shen Mizhi stopped for a moment, he went straight to the medicine cabinet behind Doctor J, and took out a medicine bottle from it.
Doctor J suddenly raised his head and stood behind him: "Ah, that's the only red potion I have left—"
The young man put away the bottle and walked out of the infirmary.
[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.]
[If you can't cure you, then I will physically surpass you jpg]
[Wait, is it my illusion? Why did Sherlock look at this doctor with such hot eyes, as if flames were burning in his eyes, as if he was very interested?]
[That is of course because Sherlock has not yet had a friend who is a doctor.]
[The one in front of you can still laugh? I can already imagine that later if we see him again and we get hurt again, he "kindly" asks this doctor to treat us...]
[The smile suddenly freezes, and the smile gradually disappears.]
[… I suddenly want to spend a lot of money to introduce the real plague doctor to Sherlock, for no reason, just for my own safety in the future.]
[? ? ? After being abused, the victim has to find a good doctor on his own. What kind of sad story is this?]
[No, I think what we need is not such a surgeon, but a psychiatrist.]
[… I agree with the previous view.]
[I know that there is a poor ghost, and now that Sherlock still has a psychological shadow, he will tremble unconsciously, and will grab his hair subconsciously.]
[Damn, who is not?]