It didn't matter if Wang Xiaotian pounced on himself, but he scared his mother Wu Xiangjun enough, and he was still full of joy and felt that his son was sensible, but such an unexpected scene happened, how could Hao's son faint?

"Doctor...... Doctor! Wu Xiangjun desperately got up from the bed, and shouted at the door with a pale face, if something happened to her son, how could she live.

Soon, a person in a white coat walked in quickly, saw Wang Xiaotian fainting on the ground, hurriedly stepped forward to check it, and then pressed Wang Xiaotian's pulse, frowning and his face was a little solemn.

"Doctor, how is my son?" Wu Xiangjun asked anxiously on the side.

"Are you a family member of a patient? His pulse was very weak, and he needed to call the emergency room immediately. The white coat doctor put down his hand, said a word to Wu Xiangjun, and immediately walked out of the ward to call someone.

As soon as he heard this, Wu Xiangjun was stupid on the spot, looking at his son lying on the ground, tears flowed down one by one. She never imagined that it would become like this, just now her son was still talking to herself alive, saying that he wanted to make money to support himself, but now he was lying on the ground unconscious, which is unacceptable to anyone.

After a while, there was the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of cart rollers outside the door, several nurses walked into the ward and got Wang Xiaotian to the cart outside the door, one of the nurses comforted Wu Xiangjun: "Auntie, it's okay, the patient is only in temporary shock, this situation is very common in clinical practice." ”

Wu Xiangjun, who has no master, is like holding a life-saving straw, holding on to the arm of **, hiding his face and sobbing: "Please save my son, you must save him!" ”

**Very patient, the voice is very soft and nice, "Don't worry, Auntie, we will do our best, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will not give up." ”

"Miaojing, hurry up, this person's heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker, and it can't be delayed any longer." Another nurse urged.

Wu Xiangjun immediately let go of his hand when he heard this, for fear of delaying his son's treatment, Zhang Miaojing comforted Wu Xiangjun again, and the other nurses pushed Wang Xiaotian and ran to the emergency room.

……

Besides, Wang Xiaotian didn't know what he was doing at all, and he fainted all of a sudden, but his consciousness did not disappear, but he didn't know where he was.

"Let's go, swim, I don't worry if I don't learn or have no skills, I don't tell the truth when I meet people, it's all based on my three-inch rotten tongue, my fart makes his legs cramp, the tiger rubs some oil on his mouth, eats mixed rice in the southeast and northwest, and is the best at abduction and deception, hehe, the best wow, the best ......"

"Bang bang!"

Suddenly, a voice like chanting came into Wang Xiaotian's ears, Wang Xiaotian looked left and right, and found that there was a boxy thing floating in front of him.

If you look closely, it's a book!

When will even books be able to fly?!

Wang Xiaotian thought he was dreaming again, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes, but this rubbing made him see more clearly-

It was a very old book, obviously not modern, seeing this book, Wang Xiaotian always felt a little familiar, he immediately remembered that before he was reborn, he seemed to have made a restoration map for this thing, he remembered that it was an archaeological team dug up from the ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty......

"Could it be reborn with itself?" A strange thought popped up in Wang Xiaotian's heart.

The book flew from the front, and when he got closer, he saw that there was a three-inch figure lying on it, uh, no...... It should be said that it is a little monk!

He was wearing a robe, with six scars on the top of his head, and a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, which reminded Wang Xiaotian of the bald forest in the cartoon "Dragon Ball" when he was a child, but the bald forest did not really hang the Buddha beads on his chest, and this little monk was only a three-inch ding, not as big as his palm!

Wang Xiaotian can't think of a person who is artificially so big, but he can be reborn, why don't he allow others to grow strange? It's a relief to think about.

At this moment, the little monk seems to regard the book under him as his bed, and is lying on it with Erlang's legs crossed, I don't know what kind of book he is holding in his hand, but it is a modern bound book, looking at it with relish, shaking his toes a few times from time to time, it is very leisurely and comfortable.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart, sits in his heart...... The world should not learn from me, otherwise it will be struck by lightning, and it will be ...... "The little monk turned the book with his right hand, but his left hand was knocking on the wooden fish, and his voice sounded a little immature, like a seven or eight-year-old child, exactly the same as what Wang Xiaotian heard at the beginning.

The villain rode the ancient book slowly and leisurely in front of Wang Xiaotian, and stopped in the air in front of him, and then the little monk looked up, and actually smiled at Wang Xiaotian, put his hands together and said: "Even rice hair, donor, we meet again...... Hey? Why do I say 'again'? ”

At this point, the little monk scratched his head, showing a confused look, as if even he didn't know why the word "again" would pop up.

Wang Xiaotian rolled his eyes, at this moment he was no longer surprised, and glanced at the book in the little monk's hand with some curiosity, fortunately Wang Xiaotian's vision was good enough, and he could see clearly the three small words on the book with the size of half a stamp.

It reads: "**Mei! ”

It was last revised in 1999.

Wang Xiaotian looked weird, he didn't know what to say, was he chanting Buddha or spirituality? Could it be that the monks are so open now? And where did it get such a pocket-sized revised version of "**Mei"......

"Where is this? Who are you? Wang Xiaotian asked after thinking for a while.

The little monk got up from the "bed", looked left and right, looked up and down, and then put his eyes on Wang Xiaotian's body, shook his head very dryly, and said, "I don't know the way." ”

Wang Xiaotian was speechless, thinking of what the other party had just said, he couldn't help but point to his face and said, "Then do you remember me?" ”

The little monk touched his chin with a deep face, revealing a thoughtful look, "I remember that you woke me up, I should have seen you......"

Hearing what the other party said, Wang Xiaotian was already sure that the flying book in front of him was the ancient book of the Han Dynasty that he restored, and he did make a restoration map for that book before he was reborn, can this be understood as waking it up?

Then this little monk should be a book spirit, but I don't know what the reason is, it doesn't seem to remember the original thing, and it doesn't even know who it is.

He suddenly thought of the story about Aladdin's magic lamp.

"Did I find a treasure?" A wave of excitement rose in Wang Xiaotian's heart, he rubbed his hands, stared at the little monk's eyes and flashed with sparkling brilliance, and almost said that you will conjure five million for me.

The little monk was furious by Wang Xiaotian's eyes, put his hands together and said 'even rice hair', and began to chant the Buddha in his mouth again, but whether it was a sutra or not, no one knew the Tao.

"By the way, do you have a name?" As soon as Wang Xiaotian asked, he knew that he had asked in vain.

Sure enough, the little monk shook his head like a wave drum.

"Then I'll call you little bald from now on!" Glancing at the little monk's bald head that could almost be used as a mirror, Wang Xiaotian didn't think about it and gave him a name, regardless of whether the other party agreed or not.

The little monk called out the Buddha horn and looked at Wang Xiaotian with disdain.

Our classmate Wang Xiaotian has a thicker skin than the city wall, and his eyes and nose look at his nose and heart, as if he didn't see it as air.

At this moment, the little monk suddenly sniffed his nose, his eyes were full of peach hearts, and he smiled: "It's the smell of women, there are beautiful women around you?" ”

Wang Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at both sides, what kind of beauty is this, except for the air or the air.

"One eighteen, one twenty...... There is also a twenty-two, hehe, all of them are young and lovely cuties, even Mi Tof, poor monks like. The little monk sniffed wildly, and a drunken red smile appeared on his face, as if he was drunk.

Three black lines appeared on Wang Xiaotian's forehead, is this guy really a monk, but why does this expression look so ...... Kinky??

Suddenly, Wang Xiaotian felt another strong wave of dizziness in his brain, as if someone was pulling his body, and he was easily driven out of here by this force......

Wang Xiaotian had a feeling of soaring clouds and fog, as if falling from the clouds, he stretched out his hands and kept struggling, but nothing was grabbed by him.

It's just that this sense of horror comes and goes quickly.

The next moment, it's the object falling to the ground!