Dr. J likes Sherlock more and more now. The other party not only repays his gratitude, but also is so enthusiastic and kind. He introduces such a seriously ill patient to himself. Such a person is not only the gospel of himself, but also the gospel of the patients. .
He hasn't seen a doctor for a long time, and he can't remember the procedure.
Dr. J touched left and right on his shirt for a moment, and then found a medical record with blood stains and unknown yellow liquid, made a record, and said to the sick ghost in front: "Please sit down. "
Saying that, he looked around, bent his legs and sat on the railing on the edge of the corridor.
Just pretending to be in the infirmary to see a doctor.
Sick ghost: "..."
He was a little overwhelmed.
Dr. J looked at his hunched body, gave him three seconds to reflect, and then wrote and read under the case in his own words: "This patient seems to have some problems with his hearing, his mind is simple, and his limbs are not well coordinated. I don't understand my orders..."
The sick face gradually turned green.
Command, is this training him as a dog
After Dr. J wrote this, he raised his head again and said: "What other symptoms, let me see, oh, the complexion is blue, the wrinkles are too many, the scoliosis is serious, oh, no, you are not simply sick, it is poisoning, This, this is…”
He didn't know what he found, and danced with excitement.
Seeing his desire to express, Xiao Li asked thoughtfully, "Doctor J, what is his disease?"
"This, this is that disease! It's that, you know, that." Dr. J scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks. He clenched his left hand into a fist and pressed it against his beak mask, rubbing back and forth, as if in his huge knowledge base meditation.
He was wearing a full set of plague doctor uniforms. Once he calmed down, he felt a bit like a genuine doctor, but unfortunately, this deep feeling was ruined when he opened his mouth.
After a full five minutes, Doctor J laboriously concluded: "It's parasitism, it's reincarnation, it's reversal."
He felt that what he said made sense, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I'm so literate! But how can this disease be treated? How can I stop his changes, how can I make him stop coughing, how can I make him calm down?"
Doctor J suddenly stopped when he thought about it.
The sick ghost had never heard of Doctor J's name before, but that didn't prevent him from suddenly having a bad premonition.
He stammered and coughed: "Cough, cough, I don't need treatment, I'm used to it, cough."
"One more symptom, passive treatment, this won't work, this won't work." Dr. J turned a deaf ear, and he began to look out of the corridor incessantly, as if looking for something that could be used, searching like a falcon, "Here No, I don't have my medical equipment, I'm not professional, but my superb surgical skills can make up for this shortcoming, as long as I can find the right tools—"
His eyes first stared at the small yellow umbrella in Wang Huai's hand, and measured the size in his mind. Then, as if he felt that it was not thick enough, it condensed on the eternal soul umbrella in Shen Mizhi's hand.
Shen Mirage suddenly understood what he meant and handed it to him.
Dr. J grabbed the handle of the Eternal Soul Umbrella, erected it like a stick, and walked towards the sick ghost.
"You, cough, what do you want? You, go away, cough." The sick ghost subconsciously turned around and wanted to escape, but the short and hump-backed body made him walk very slowly. He coughed and was covered by Doctor J. The stick came up, hit the temple, and after several more sticks, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
"Dangdang, the treatment was successful!" Dr. J was quite proud, let go of the eternal soul umbrella, and looked at the comatose patient on the ground, "One more case has been cured, I have successfully succeeded 103 cases in a row, a record, to maintain , I'm too arrogant."
Xiao Li applauded: "Amazing."
He successfully cured a patient and received Sherlock's praise, which made Dr. J feel twice as happy. He couldn't help but happily turned around in a circle, holding his beak mask.
Xiao Li: "But Doctor J, can I ask you a favor again?"
Doctor J: "What are you busy with? It's my duty to do so."
Xiao Li pointed at the sick ghost lying on the ground: "Let him wake up again, I have questions to ask him."
other people:? ?
Why didn't you say this sooner
Sherlock, you have no heart.
Doctor J also seemed to be stumped by this question, and he did not answer for a long time.
"It's too difficult for me to say—" Xiao Li asked tentatively.
"No," Doctor J interrupted him immediately, "I can, of course I can, a good doctor, of course, can wake up a sleeping patient, I think about it, I think about it..."
He now regrets that the blow had hit so hard just now, only a little bit.
Dr. J paced back and forth, suddenly reached out and took a leaf from the peony flower on the side, then rolled the leaf around his gloved fingers, took off the sick man's shoes, and began to use the leaf on the soles of his feet. The plate is stimulated back and forth.
In addition to using this kind of stimulation, he also used two extra leaves rolled up into a ball, used as a catheter, and inserted it into the nostrils of the sick man, attracting soil mixed with rainwater and rubbing it on his nostrils.
In the end, Dr. J also came for a period of cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He put his hands together and pressed it on the chest of the sick ghost. The kind that could break the ribs, he pressed desperately.
After tossing and turning, the sick ghost was finally woken up again.
The weak old man first moved his fingers and woke up tremblingly. The first thing he saw was Dr. J's chin, and his throat began to tug like a broken bellows: "You, you, cough, you… "
Doctor J put his big face close: "Are you awake?"
Sick ghost: "What did you do to me, cough?"
Why does he feel like his whole body is falling apart
Especially in the chest, it was so hot that I couldn't stand up.
As Doctor J approached, the sick ghost stepped back subconsciously, like a victim who had just suffered atrocities.
Seeing this, Dr. J immediately rebuked: "You can't do this, and you have such a bad attitude towards the doctor. I finally rescued you, and you still don't thank me?"
He obviously didn't have the kind of noble sentiment of giving grace without expecting anything in return. The more he talked, the more angry he became.
The sick ghost coughed violently. He pointed to Doctor Bird's Mouth in front of him: "Cough, cough, me, you, cough, cough, the whole family..."
Xiao Li squatted beside him, and when the two sides were about to fight between doctors and patients, he spoke in time to attract the attention of the sick ghost.
"You belong to the Sun family," Xiao Li paused before continuing, "Ghost?"
The sick ghost did not cooperate: "Cough, you are the one, cough, Sun, cough."
He coughed so badly in the end that the word "home" never came out, but it sounded more like "grandson".
Xiao Li turned his head to Dr. J and said, "Doctor, I think he still needs a little shock treatment. Your method is too gentle, and it won't work for such extreme patients."
Sick ghost: "..."
He was about to stop him, but Dr. J was already dancing happily: "Okay, you're right, I like shock therapy, and the chainsaw is too gentle, right? Electric shock? Car crack?"
"No, cough, no, I, cough, I should be, cough, right." The sick ghost interrupted him loudly and answered Xiao Li's question wisely, "I don't remember much. , ahem."
Xiao Li: "What do you remember?"
"... Ill." The sick ghost's mood went down, and he fell into his memories, "I only, ahem, remember that I was lying in bed, surrounded by people, ahem, I'm very old, very old, but my life has It's very short, I, cough, I want to continue to live, but I can't, cough, why is it only me?"
Xiao Li: "Why is your life so short? How did you get sick?"
"No, I don't know, cough," the sick ghost lay on the ground and coughed with his dry claws toward the sky, "cough, cough, cough."
The sick ghost grabbed his throat, and there seemed to be something there, blocking his throat, making it difficult for him to speak normally.
"What's the matter?" Doctor J muttered, he came behind the sick ghost, bent one foot, pressed his knee against the old man's back, then grabbed his two hands and started kicking his back desperately, "After you were treated by me, your condition suddenly worsened, which is not good for my reputation."
He kicked the sick ghost's back and neck, and from time to time tried to use the impact to make the sick ghost spit out the contents of his throat. He went back and forth a few times, and he really succeeded—
After another two-pronged treatment by Doctor J, the sick man retched for a while, and a black thing mixed with the mucus in the old man's throat was spit out, facing Wang Huai's toes.
It was a solid black block, wrapped in a transparent liquid. Wang Huai poked the object with the tip of his umbrella, observed it back and forth, and smelled a rotten scent from above.
That's right, scent.
It's not the smell of perfume, but a meaty fragrance, like a piece of cooked meat, Tang monk meat, exuding a taste that makes people drool.
After the piece of black flesh left the sick man's throat, his coughing stopped abruptly. He also looked at the object in front of him in astonishment, but his surprise was that he coughed it out.
The sick ghost suddenly pounced on it again at the speed of a ferocious tiger!
That momentum, as if to swallow this piece of black flesh into his throat again, and never part.
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 to Xiao Li joyfully, "I'm going to take him back to the hospital, Sherlock."
Xiao Li wrapped the piece of dark meat with the tissue that Gong Mingming handed over, picked it up, and answered Doctor J casually, "Okay."
Dr. J was immersed in the joy of getting a new patient, and without feeling Xiao Li's perfunctory, he happily took the sick ghost away.
"Roar-"
The sick man let out a useless growl.
In the dark rainy night, only the reincarnator and his party were left. Wang Huai handed over a wooden box: "Put it in."
The napkin was at the bottom, but the mucus still penetrated into the bottom of the box. The surface of the black meat looked like a black stone, but it smelled delicious.
There were footsteps in the distance, and the sound was a group of people walking towards this side in groups.
"Let's go back." 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.
door of the room.
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 plump figure, wearing a school uniform, holding her knees with her hands, sitting at the door of his room, I don't know how long she had waited for him.
It was Sun Jiarun.
When Sun Jiarun saw him, he immediately patted his buttocks, which had been hurting for a long time, and stood up, calling him crisply, "Brother Sherlock."
Xiao Li: "... Hmm? You know me?"
He searched for the appearance of 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, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Sun Jiarun lowered his head, in order to prevent himself from flinching in the middle, he tried to finish the words he had prepared during the waiting period in one breath: "Yes, Brother Sherlock, my name is Sun Jiarun, I, I need your help, Please help me. I have encountered a very strange thing! Lately, I have been hearing cries in my house, and, my Paul-"
She stopped in the middle of the sentence, and suddenly sniffed.
It smells so good, it's meat, this, this smell is...
Sun Jiarun raised his head, as if he was looking for something, and finally settled on Wang Huai's palm.
Immediately after a three-second delay, she squeezed out a scream from her throat: "Ah—"
She didn't even bother to ask Xiao Li for help, she immediately ran away as if she had encountered a flood and beast!
Even though Sun Jiarun was small, he ran so fast that he disappeared and disappeared into the rain curtain.
Xiao Li wanted to reach out and grab it, but he took a step too slowly and didn't catch it.
Ye Zeqing looked at the direction where the little girl disappeared, turned around and asked, "Damn, what's going on?"
"She knows there's something wrong with this piece of meat, she knows this piece of meat." Gong Mingming analyzed it calmly, she pushed open the door, "Also, Sun Jiarun, from the Jiazi generation... Why haven't I heard this name before?"
Wang Huai frowned, "Neither do I. As far as I know, there is no child in the Sun family with this name."
"Could it be some distant relatives, or servants?"
"This type of family is very strict with name control, it's not like."
"… "
Wang Huai walked into the largest guest room with the box, and the rest followed. Xiao Li greeted them and prepared to go back to wash his hands before joining.
In a small bathroom.
He didn't turn on the light, stood alone in front of the mirror, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his hands back and forth.
Suddenly, another person's figure was reflected in the mirror, and a voice came from behind Xiao Li: "She called you Brother Sherlock."
Shen Mizhi stood behind him with an indifferent tone, as if he had recited what had just happened from the perspective of a bystander, but Xiao Li was stunned to hear a little bit of grievance from it.
Xiao Li dried his hands and turned to look at the young man: "Why, do you also want to ask my brother Sheng to listen?"
Before waiting for Shen Mizhi's response, he approached the other party with a half-smiling smile: "Or do you prefer to hear me call you that?"
Shen Mizhi's eyes that had no emotion in the past were a little brighter. He looked at the other party's dark eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and reached out to hold the boy's hand, but was avoided.
"Then why don't you explain first, what did you just do?" Xiao Li tilted his head to look at him, the ending sound was slightly long, with a bit of ambiguity, "Brother Mirage?"