"Drip, drip, drip......"

In the quiet intensive care unit, the bedside device that monitors the heartbeat makes a sound like a leaking faucet, but unfortunately, I can't see its reading, I can only "see" the overall outline of the device.

"How are you feeling today?"

Dr. Roman asked casually as he paced into the room, checked the relevant life-sustaining equipment and physiological data monitoring.

"**Feeling." I replied in a muffled voice.

Through the oxygen mask, the transmission of sound waves is relatively slow, so I can't see the doctor's movements clearly.

"That's fine, if you feel it, it probably hurts to death." The doctor wrote a few words on the clipboard in his hand.

"Yes, who knows what the fools of the parallel world are doing," I replied, "almost all the internal organs were bleeding profusely at the same time, the old intracranial bruises immediately collapsed, and the protective coma fell out of bed at the same time, and went straight to the high paraplegia—all of which I wrote down in a small notebook." ”

Specifically, those feelings are not the same as the inexplicable illness before, **What abruptly stopped or lasted, but it was felt very suddenly - first as if someone had pierced me from the back of the heart, and then a hole was opened in the front of the head, and then before the protective coma occurred, I felt like I was hit by countless tons of heavy objects, but the specific symptoms are what I just said.

What the hell are those guys doing, can't even a weak woman be protected!

"It can't be said to be a high position, don't you still have a small forearm of consciousness?" The doctor pointed to me outside, pressing the hand on the pager.

I tried to move that hand - how did this paralysis of the upper arm and a small section of the forearm and palm come about? Do I want to write "miserable" or give it a thumbs up?

"When the spell appears on the back of my hand, I will summon Queen Sheba (the wife of the legendary Solomon) and let you experience the Shura field." I made empty threats to the doctors.

"Well, I don't think she knows me now, and she doesn't have any Shura fields." Roman scratches his hair.

"Hehe, you could have pointed to Leonardo da Vinci and said that she was a man, but do you dare to say that to Dr. Monali?" I scoffed.

"Uh......" The doctor hesitated.

"You know what? These days, when Dr. Monali comes to massage my muscles to keep them from atrophying, she keeps saying bad things about you, and when I go along with her, she will turn against me and say nice things about you, guess what? "I continued to break the news.

"Please don't summon Sheba!" The doctor immediately replied: "It's great that you happened to use the ** stone when you were in Salem." ”

"Hahaha-ahem!" I accidentally spurted blood and wasted an oxygen mask.

"Do you remember yourself having severe internal bleeding! Plus hemophilia! "The doctor immediately began to administer first aid – mainly to stop the bleeding

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After a period of chaos, my condition was basically stabilized, and Dr. Menali, who had arrived in a hurry, complained that Roman was "telling jokes to the little girl again" and pushed the cart away with the nurses.

"Look, how many is this?" The doctor reached out in front of me and shook it.

"Although I know this is a means of confirming that consciousness and logic are clear, if you are not joking, just bring Fufu in and let it scream twice before asking." I rolled my eyes at the doctor and said.

"It moults and makes you sneeze, and then do the first aid process all over again?" The doctor answered.

"Will Fufu still moult?" I asked in surprise.

"It seems that the change is quite diligent, the specific rules should be known by Matthew, well, [Magic ☆ Melly] should also know, why don't you go back and ask her." The doctor began to adjust the settings of the various equipment to the way they were just before the first aid.

"All you see in this world is that I'm okay to update, and I haven't had time to do that yet." I complained.

"I can provide 3D modeling and motion capture as well as voice changer support if needed." The doctor replied immediately.

"It's a complete local routine......," I rolled my eyes at him again.

"Don't roll it, you know how scary your eyes are, don't you?" The doctor waved his hand and shook it in front of my eyes.

"What!?" Since I didn't need to see things with these eyes in the first place, I hurriedly closed them tightly.

"Football, no, basketball, it's not like ...... Ah, it's a volleyball," said the doctor, "and if you dye the distorted lines of the volleyball with different colors such as black, red, and gray, and then put patches of color that don't match the lines on the east and west, it will be your eyeballs." ”

"It's too much, hey! Isn't that scary? "I would have lifted my hand to rub it if I could move it, but now I can't do anything but blink and turn it.

"Hmm...... Are you unconcerned about the serious illness that you may die at any time, but you are very entangled in the fact that you may become ugly? The doctor seemed to move his head, but I couldn't see whether he was shaking his head or nodding his head.

"I care about it, they are doing things in the world that I can't touch, I can only help them hold the basket that I poked out here," I looked down and "looked" at myself, "As expected, these three illnesses should be three fatal injuries, and judging from the point that Matthew specially came to me and said, 'Please keep alive', I'm afraid that similar things will happen more than once - I just hope there won't be any serious injuries that will cause my face to be scratched......"

"Ah, you don't have to worry about that, because the mysterious properties of this world have been slightly activated," Roman adjusted the instrument, "no matter what kind of injuries you suffer from this connection between worlds, it will be considered a reasonable 'complication', but it is just that bad luck has caused them all, and they will all [be cured]." ”

"What you saw with clairvoyance again?" I rolled my eyes at him with my eyes closed.

"I said it didn't work anymore, it was just a 'feeling,'" the doctor picked up the clipboard he had left on the bedside table, "Finally, there's an important thing for you to decide, tomorrow, when your family will be allowed to visit." ”

"Uh...... "I originally wanted to say that there was something to set at this time, but when I thought about the tragic situation before, I was a little hesitant.

Yesterday around dinner, I was eating a sick meal, but the "injury combo" hit me directly, causing me to be rescued for a whole day, but the stupid brother was terrified.

I thought about it and analyzed: "If I'm not mistaken, the five battles of the Holy Grail over there should be a fight, according to tradition, the battle is only fought at night, so 'I' will have an accident just after night, so tomorrow I will choose to allow them to visit at noon." ”

"Makes sense," the doctor muttered, "Goodnight, then." ”