Chapter XI

In the Eternal Pavilion ward lived a melancholy young man who was deeply injured, his name was Huahe Youli. www.biquge.info He felt that he was about to leave the world and return to the arms of the Lord. He always looked at the bamboo leaves outside the window and couldn't help but say to himself: "When the last leaf on the bamboo falls, I will leave the world." Now the only focus of his eyes is on the withered yellow bamboo leaves.

"In this life, I regret entering the East, and in the next life, I will level my fantasy country. He muttered as he looked at the bamboo leaves.

Although the wind in early spring is not as howling as in winter, it seems that it is easy to blow off a withered yellow bamboo leaf that has been devastated by the harsh winter.

The boy had placed his life on the dead leaf, and the bamboo leaf was as shaky as a boat in the waves。。。。。。

Syllable.

"Ahh!!!!!!!!h

"Fuck off! Yonglin's medical treatment of trauma has not seen any fatal cases!" Mei Hong threw the "murder weapon" and said.

"How can you know the pain in my heart if you haven't been ** by Yakumo Zi's dozen trains. I sat up angrily and reasoned with her, "Besides, just because there are no deaths now doesn't mean there won't be any in the future." Maybe the first one to become a fatal case is me, maybe I don't know, people like you who reveal the breath of a pure man from the inside out don't understand my softness-ah!"

"You guy poke me in the wound, your disrespect for the patient is simply unbearable. Let me tell you, no matter what means you use, whether you are looking for Huiyin to restore history, or looking for a painter to paint, you have to give it to me—ah!"

Faced with the cracked wound, I had to collapse on the bed to rest.

"Ahh What about cherishing life?" Yonglin didn't know when he appeared in the ward. This gave me a glea.

"Dr. Yonglin, my wound seems to have been greatly re-traumatized. I pointed to the place where I was poked by my sister and said bitterly, "Hurry up and help me treat this abusive guy after kicking him out—preferably surgically." ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm not very proficient in surgery. Yonglin smiled slightly bitterly.

Then what kind of hospital do you open? Isn't it surgery that makes money easily? Is this the case with Gensokyo medical insurance? You are simply irresponsible to the patients.

Anyway, Yonglin still examined my wound, and from this point of view, Yonglin still has medical ethics. No, I guess this guy wants to continue feeding me medicine after he gets injured.

"That's right, sister Hong. Yonglin turned around and asked, "Why haven't you come to fight with the princess these days?"

。。。。。。 Did you fight every day before? What kind of enmity do you two have? The revenge of killing my father is nothing more than that... (Banknote: You're really right)

Regarding the relationship between Meihong and Kaguya, I just knew that it was very poor, but I didn't expect it to be to the point of fighting every day. The small theater that Sister Hong and Kaguya tore apart in an instant in my mind was completed.

"Isn't it because this guy started a mutation? I'm very busy right now. ”

"Oh, you're still here, then?" Yonglin smiled as if she could see through everything for some reason.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

"Ah, Kaguya, I'm going to kill you!" for some reason, the red-faced girl ran out.

"What's wrong with her?"

Yonglin sighed: "It seems that she is not the only one who is stupid." ”

What are you feeling here?

After being silent for a while, Yonglin asked, "How did you escape from Yakumo Zi's hands?" I thought you had given up treatment and didn't need to come to see a doctor anymore. ”

"Mainly because of my coquettish position, full part, confident 。。。。。。 Wait, how did you know that Yakumo Murasaki was looking for me?"

Yonglin seemed to see my question, and showed a clear expression: "Who do you think I am? ”

I frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"Seeing the end before it happens, the basic qualities of a sage. I'm like that, and so is Yakumo Murasaki. Yonglin didn't know what he was missing, and talked a lot of nonsense, "You should be fine with this, you can be discharged from the hospital after a few days." ”

I don't know what Yonglin is sad about, anyway, the current atmosphere is extremely embarrassing.

"If nothing else, I'll go first. ”

At the end of this sentence, I was the only one left in the ward.

I'm alone again.

Judging from the fact that I'm still alive, that purple guy won't do anything to me. I don't know if she really wanted to kill me. The feeling of those dozen or so subways coming from all corners was simply terrifying. If I hadn't paid attention to the bullets, I would have died in the White Jade Tower.

"Gensokyo is such a scary place, I want to go home qaq I want mom qaq"

I was alone and screamed like a nervous man for a long time. Only then did he react.

What do my parents look like? When I woke up and grew up in the graduate school, I just think about these things. These are the details.

After an afternoon of idleness, I managed to leave the Forever Pavilion. It's really gratifying.

Speaking of which, the store really needs to hire a clerk, otherwise I can't stand living with dust every day.

yes, that's what we need to do now. I'm going to write a job posting when I get back, well, that's all.

As a clerk, you must be good-looking. It's better to be a woman, because I don't want to be with a man.

As a clerk, you must be able to cook, clean, sew and mend clothes, and be diligent and thrifty, and speak appropriately to customers.

As a clerk, you have to wear work clothes all day long, preferably a maid outfit hehehehe.

As a clerk, you should act in a chic style, and it is best to have the style of a British butler.

If there is such a clerk, then I, the boss, can really 。。。。。。。。。 Crying

Because I can meet the above conditions, I have only seen one person in Gensokyo.

Sixteen nights, a handsome, can do anything, diligent and thrifty, well-spoken, and has a British style of maid。。。。。。。 But he just likes to molest and molest his own master. What a pity!

"What a wretching thought. "I gave up my delusions, intending to forget everything in Nightfinch's tavern. Am I supposed to lower my standards or something.

But this time I saw another acquaintance.

"The little Chinese girl is here to drink again, aren't you afraid that your maid will check it?" was still this sentence that made the wine glass in Hong Meiling's hand tremble.

PS: There is one more chapter that ends the volume of digging pits。。。。。 Why don't I want to write about my dreams?

PS2: Anyone has his strengths and weaknesses。。。。。 Don't break up thinking about what his shortcomings are, but also look at his strengths. For example, I just have a little bit of a procrastination problem, what is it?! How can this hide the countless shining points in me?

PS3: And I finished this chapter before the Christmas special, but I just forgot to post it.