Lying on the warm bed in the dormitory, Joe Butran played with the ID card in his hand.
Beside the bed were a few booklets that Fok had sent to him. They contained some little knowledge that Miskatonic University students needed to know, as well as some strange campus stories.
Joet Brown doesn't pay too much attention to campus ghost stories. After all, there are similar stories in every school: the sound of a piano suddenly coming from an empty music room, an extra pair of dancing shoes in the dance room, or ghosts in the toilet cubicles and other old routines.
As one of the world's top universities, Miskatonic University has an extremely high utilization rate in every room. This strange phenomenon usually only occurs in so-called abandoned campuses, but there is no such place at Miskatonic University.
So in Jobtran's opinion, these weird little stories might just be written by a paranormal enthusiast in his spare time and then spread.
What really concerned Joet Brown was that the options displayed in the identity card involved an area called Sanity Value.
"Columbia, what's your sanity level?"
Joet Brown asked, raising his ID card as a gesture.
Columbia, who shared the same dormitory with Joe Brown, was originally hanging the clothes in his luggage in the closet. After hearing this, he looked in the direction of Joe Brown, tapped his ID card a few times, and then scratched his head stupidly.
“It only shows a question mark, what about you?”
"Mine is the same, that's why I asked you to make sure it's not my ID card that's the problem."
“Maybe it will be displayed after the test is completed tomorrow
Tomorrow's schedule will only include participating in the test."
Columbia opened the schedule and pointed to the test starting at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.
“Well, have a good rest tonight.
I don’t know what the test will be tomorrow. If it’s a physical fitness test, I’m doomed.”
Joet Brown patted his injured thigh and said self-deprecatingly.
"Speaking of which, your wound has already clung together, why don't you just walk on the ground?"
Columbia asked confused.
“You can see with the naked eye that the surface skin has healed, but it is difficult to tell whether the tendons, which are tissues beneath the skin, have healed.
If you move around randomly before the tendon has healed, it will rupture again and you will be crippled for life."
Jobtran explained simply to Columbia.
"But I heard from that guy Fok that the school doctor here is very good. Do you want to go there before the test tomorrow?"
Columbia remembered what Falk had boasted when he walked him up to the dormitory building, and suggested this to Choate Brown.
"Then let's get up a little earlier tomorrow and go to the school doctor's office. Let's not clean up all this mess for now.
Let’s talk about it tomorrow, let’s take some time to rest.”
After saying that, Joet Brown used his hands to adjust himself to a lying position and consciously pulled up the quilt.
Columbia heard this, said good night and blew out the kerosene lamp on the table.
Columbia, who was already in the mindset of "accompanying the prince to study", soon began to snore in his bed, but Joet Brown had a doubt in his mind.
Although the homeowner I met not long ago was a little neurotic, he mentioned many times that people at Miskatonic University often lost their minds and committed suicide.
Although the owner's attitude at that time was a little excited and perhaps a little exaggerated, it should be sincere and true.
So why is it that from the time I entered school until now, the scene I have seen is so peaceful
If the students and staff were on the verge of collapse, the school should have ceased to exist long ago.
What exactly happened, or what did the school do to cover up such an atmosphere and the truth
As one doubt arose, more illogical things emerged in Joet Brown's mind.
All doubts disappeared along with Columbia's call, and Jobtran slowly closed his eyes.
——
The next morning, Columbia woke up happily from the bed and stretched.
The sun had not yet risen, but Columbia had already been awakened by the anxiety and excitement in his heart.
Columbia felt hesitant and confused about the upcoming test.
What if I have to take an exam on some profound and obscure knowledge
What if you want to test your combat skills
What if you have to compete with a big eater in terms of food intake
All kinds of nonsensical questions popped up in his mind.
He understood his shortcomings better than anyone else. Apart from some wilderness survival skills and knowledge of geology and archaeology, all he had left were some petty theft tricks.
If it weren't for Lord Joet Brown, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to enter this university.
If I fail the test, will I be expelled from school
As my mind wanders, some unrealistic but possible ideas emerge.
Although Columbia is extremely unconfident, he has a reckless spirit.
He wanted to prove himself in front of everyone, which is why he gave up the nickname Mouse and returned to Columbia, the name his father gave him.
After a quick wash, Columbia splashed his face with cool water from the faucet.
He looked in the mirror and said to himself,
"You can do it."
Then he turned and walked out of the bathroom, ready to wake up Joet Brown.
He didn't notice that the self in the mirror was still standing in front of the mirror, with a smile that was uglier than crying.
——
"Hello, is anyone there?"
Columbia pushed Joe Butron to the door of the health room.
There was a red mat on the floor outside the health room door with "Welcome" written on it.
The door of the health room was closed, and one could not see the situation inside clearly through the glass on the door from the outside, because there was a white curtain hanging behind the door covering it.
Columbia knocked on the door a few times when no one answered the door.
After a while without any response, Joet Brown told Columbia to prepare to leave.
"Why are you taking pictures? It's so early in the morning. Can't you let me sleep?"
The door of the health room was forcefully opened from the inside, revealing the true face of the doctor inside.
He was a man in his thirties, with a face full of stubble and looking sleepy.
He had a long ponytail tied behind him, with a few long strands of hair falling from his forehead to his temples.
He was wearing a pair of thick black-framed glasses on his nose, and he seemed to be still smelling of alcohol from last night.
He adjusted his glasses, wiped away the eye boogers at the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and looked at the two people outside the door dejectedly.
"Damn it! You woke everyone up, and you still want to leave?"
"Sorry, we were rude."
Jobtran understood that being woken up early in the morning was not a pleasant experience, so he sincerely apologized to the doctor in the health room.
Upon seeing this, Columbia bowed and apologized to the doctor repeatedly.
"Come in and talk."
The doctor stepped aside half a step to make room for Joet Brown's wheelchair.
Upon hearing this, Columbia immediately pushed Joet Brown to the health room.
The doctor leaned casually on the bed in the health room, and picked his nose with his little finger in front of the two of them.
"What do you want from me?"
"I heard that the doctor's medical skills are superb. The injury on my leg..."
Jobtran gently pulled up his trouser legs, revealing the hideous sutured wound to the doctor.
The doctor looked at it with contempt, then sighed.
"The suturing technique is so poor that it's obvious that an amateur did it.
It seems that the wound has no signs of infection and the healing process is also good.
Two centimeters to the left is the aorta, you are lucky."
The school doctor only took a glance from a distance and saw clearly how the wound was treated, which was obviously done with real skill.
"Then may I ask the doctor, I am going to take a test today. Can I pass it smoothly in this physical condition?"
Joet Brown asked, smiling.
Columbia immediately understood what he meant and added,
"Yeah, we're freshmen, and we don't know exactly what the test is about. What if it's a physical fitness test..."
The doctor waved his hand nonchalantly.
“Physical fitness is just a bonus and will not affect your final result much.
If you really want to stand up, you can try, but you will be bound to this wheelchair for the rest of your life.
Judging from the appearance of your wound, you must have been injured last month. If the tendon is injured, it will take about three months for natural healing to ensure that there is no problem.
Subsequent rehabilitation will require the support of physical therapy, so it is up to you to decide when to take the test.”
"Doctor, let's be frank. You have a way to make me recover, right?"
Joet Brown looked around at this seemingly mediocre health room and already had the answer in his mind.
When the doctor heard this, his eyes flashed and he rubbed his hands together.
He thought to himself,
“Business is coming.”
He pointed to an inconspicuous bill on the wall.
“Basic treatment, free of charge.
Intensive care, five thousand learning points.
Extremely effective treatment, three credits."
At the bottom of the bill, in words the size of a grain of rice, it was written:
"If there is any accident, this doctor will not bear any responsibility."
"Doctor, could you please introduce these three options?"
Columbia asked cautiously after seeing clearly.
“Ordinary treatment, usually students are injured and come to me.
All I can do is save his life.
However, no anesthesia will be used during the procedure, and no pain medication will be given.
To put it simply, intensive care is a complete set of medical measures, together with subsequent medical insurance services.
Wound stitch removal, anti-infection medications, and rehabilitation exercises are all included.
And the extremely effective treatment... "
The doctor kept the question in suspense and took out a bottle of green medicine from behind the diagnosis table and placed it on the table.
"Ninety percent of patients have suffered trauma, and this bottle of medicine can promote their body's recovery ability, thus achieving excellent treatment results.
Some patients even had their severed limbs reattached by drinking potions.
There are only some internal medicine diseases that this medicine cannot eliminate and may even induce them.
For example, common cancer is one of them. After all, the function of this medicine is to promote vitality. To put it bluntly, cancer is a tumor caused by your vigorous vitality. "
The doctor's explanation made Joet Brown frown, and Joet Brown asked solemnly,
"What's the formula for your potion
What happens to the other 10 percent of patients?”
Joet Brown, who has always been cautious, does not like to gamble his life on such probabilities. If he does not know the details, Joet Brown may not choose to drink the bottle of medicine. Although he has enough credits, it does not mean that he will take risks.
“Sorry, the formula is a trade secret and I can’t tell you.
But I can tell you that 10 percent of those patients died.”
The doctor played with the bottle of medicine on the table nonchalantly, as if the lives of people who failed to take the medicine had nothing to do with him.
"Then can I think about it for a while
After all, I am just unable to move around, so there is no need to gamble my life."
Joet Brown exhaled and spoke carefully.
"It's up to you, I'm open 24 hours a day anyway.
However, I have a feeling that we should meet again soon, silver-haired boy."
The school doctor gave a hearty smile and then spoke mysteriously.
The conversation ended here. Before leaving, Joet Brown saw the curtain hanging behind the door, on which it was written "Welcome to come again next time".
“What a bad taste.”
Joet Brown shook his head and whispered playfully.
"Come on, let's eat something and then take the test."
——
After a quick breakfast, Jobtran was ready to give up the physical part of the test.
They came to the designated testing location, the large lawn at Miskatonic University.
At this time, many black tents were set up on the lawn, and it was obvious that they were going to be tested in batches.
Many newlyweds who were looking around also stood on the lawn, waiting for the arrival of the convener.
There were some senior students standing on the edge of the lawn, watching, waiting for the newcomer's performance to amaze them again.
In the middle of the lawn is a large stage with a large screen on the stage, but it is blank at this moment.
With a thunder, a figure appeared on the stage.
It was a beautiful figure.
She stood in the shadow brought by the lightning, revealing her graceful figure.
Arnold, standing outside the lawn, chuckled and said,
"Show off."
The man on the stage seemed to have heard the complaint, rolled his eyes at Arnold, and then spoke in a seductive voice,
“Today’s test begins.
Those whose names are called will come forward in order. "
Columbia couldn't help but clench his fists, and his palms were already covered with sweat.
Careful Joet Brown whispered,
"It's okay, the school doctor has explained it to us.
This test won’t have too much impact, but you should be careful and safe when the time comes.”
"Be careful and safe?"
Columbia repeated in confusion.
Joe Butran shook his head slightly, then sighed.
"Well, he'll probably make a lot of credits today."