"Drip, drip, drip—"

I opened my eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling of the intensive care unit, a noisy heartbeat detector at the head of the bed, a drip bottle that was dropping orange liquid, and a breathing mask that obscured half of my vision.

Well...... Something seemed wrong, but I couldn't remember anything for a while.

"Are you awake? The surgery was a success. ”

Dr. Roman's familiar but slightly audible urn voice came from the side of the bed, and when I turned my eyes to look, I saw that he was wearing a plastic mask and holding a clipboard in his hand and writing something.

"Hmm......" I struggled to lift my hand to lift the breath mask, "how long have I been unconscious?" ”

"Half a month, to be exact, is fourteen days and nine hours," the doctor's tone was very relaxed: "Wow, you don't know how dangerous your situation is, and the critical illness notices issued are thicker than your medical records." ”

“…… You didn't show it to my mom and dad, did you? I looked at the door of the ward with some concern.

"Show them the first one, and only show it to your brother," the doctor shrugged, "and he probably won't quarrel with you again." ”

"Heh, isn't it fun to scare kids?"

"Who told him to be okay against me?" The doctor spread his hands.

"Well, okay, let's put this first, I have a question for-huh?" I blinked, watched the doctor's movements, then turned my eyes to the bedside instrument with its complicated functions, then turned my head to look at the night sky outside the window, and then raised my arm and turned my palm to look at the back of my palm.

I said, what's wrong, it turns out that the eyes can already see?

I stayed in my dreams for too long, and I subconsciously thought that I was deaf and clear-sighted, and I was able to move freely, but in fact, I should be blind and paraplegic now.

So the doctor's phrase "the operation was successful" is really not bragging.

I propped up the mattress and sat up, pointing to the needle holder on the side: "Can this thing be pulled?" Won't you spill my blood again? ”

"No problem, your hemophilia has been cured." The doctor took out a cotton ball from the frame on the medical equipment cabinet next to it, pulled out the needle and pressed it on it, and sure enough, there was only a little bleeding.

In other words, you were cured of blindness, paralysis, hemophilia? Is it time to go to the international awards? "I pressed my wrist and started looking for shoes under the bed.

"They deserve to give me an award too?" The doctor lifted his chin and said proudly.

Well, he's as confident as ever.

I put on my shoes and walked around the room twice, and although my body seemed lighter than before I was unconscious, I felt that my legs and feet were shaking as if I was overwhelmed, as if they would let me fall to the ground if I breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the tremor could not be relieved by the movement, I simply walked to the corner of the room and sat down in a wheelchair, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"The recovery is good, and it seems that Dr. Monali's efforts have not been in vain." Roman scribbled a few more strokes on the clipboard.

"Doctor, I need to make a trip to 'Anomaly Zero' right now, is there anything I can do?" I pushed the wheelchair out of the corner.

"Over there, you just need to go up to the rooftop in a wheelchair, draw a summoning array, and wait to be summoned." Roman replied as if he had been prepared for it.

You still say you don't know clairvoyance?!

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"I can't believe that I would accompany the two of you to do such a thing in the middle of the night, and if the dean knew about it, he would definitely drive us all to the emergency department." Dr. Monali, with a face very similar to that of the protagonist of the "Mona Lisa's Smile" portrait, complained.

"yes, I even thought of what he had to say," Dr. Roman said with a shrug of his shoulders, following someone's tone, "'Since you're so idle, why don't you go and take some of the pressure off your colleagues in the emergency department?'" ’”

At this time, Dr. Roman and Dr. Monali were holding red chalk and drawing a magic circle on the roof of the hospital.

I could even feel that the unfinished magic array was constantly "bulging" and "contracting", obviously, as a real and credible extraordinary thing, it was on the verge of "waking me up", and the reason why it didn't "wake up" in the end was that the formation itself had no power, and could only passively wait for others to summon it.

It's like running to a primitive society and writing a complete theory of relativity on a cave, but expecting primitive people to create something out of it is completely fantastical.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, Da Vinci," I apologized to her in the wheelchair next to me, "But, if I come back this time, all my illnesses should be cured, and there will be no problems in the future." ”

"Just call me Dr. Meng," Meng Nali stroked her hair and smiled at me, "And, as usual, this matter is Roman's fault." ”

"Hey—" Roman cried out discontentedly farther away.

"Less nonsense, hurry up and draw yours, what if Xiaohao freezes out and has a problem?" Dr. Meng glanced sideways to that side, and Roman immediately shut up.

Frozen out? I felt the thick gown and the temperature was about 29 degrees Celsius.

Okay...... The doctor is always right anyway.

It took nearly half an hour for the two doctors to finally finish drawing the magic array and pushing me into the middle of the formation.

"Uh, so what's next? Reciting summoning spells? I asked, looking at the rather delicate lines of formation under the wheelchair.

"That's definitely not going to work, you're now perfectly qualified for summoning, if you really chant the spell, I'm afraid that a servant will come in an instant, and then this world will be 'Boom'!" Roman gestured.

"Well, anyway, as long as nothing paranormal happens, our current behavior can be summed up as two doctors pretending to be secondary two treating a little girl with paranoia," I raised my hand and pointed to the sky, "So what are we going to do now?" Wait? ”

"No, you'll need to fall asleep in the summoning array." This time, Dr. Monali explained: "There is no paranormal phenomenon on the surface, but there is no problem in the dream. ”

"I don't think it's even a roof, I'm afraid it's hard to fall asleep," I folded my arms, shrunk in my wheelchair, and looked up at the starry sky: "Speaking of which, the four wars, it feels like a long time ago......"

Speaking of which, the peculiarity of the linkage between FZ and FGO is very different from the four wars of the animated version, which can be summed up in one sentence, which is the story of Zhuge Kongming's unparalleled journey.

In this case, it is not ordinarily difficult to bring it back to the general ending of the four wars.

Speaking of which...... The Wei Gong family is full of heroic spirits...... That's where it started...... Call......

Half-asleep and half-awake, someone seemed to whisper in my ear:

"[Whole Project...... Finish...... Crown designation...... Complete ......]"