Well...... Strange ceilings.

I stared at the pale blue ceiling for a moment, then turned to the hanging bottle and hose that were hanging from the stand and dripping the potion, and as the orange liquid in the hanging bottle fell down like an hourglass, the memories of before I lost consciousness came back.

Fever, headache, nausea, fatigue, dizziness, and weakness in my limbs, I almost want to applaud myself who was able to sit on the infusion chair and cover it with a thin blanket instead of being unconscious on the spot.

I took out my phone with a hand that had not been pricked and looked at it, and found that I had only been unconscious for 7 minutes, so it was no wonder that the hanging bottle had not changed much.

"Phew! ......"The little white dog, Fufu, seemed to hear my movements, and ran in from the outside, but did not dare to jump on the chair, and only crouched beside the drip stand and made a sound like a whimper.

"Oh, this is waking up?" Roman also walked in from the outside: "I have a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

"Bad one."

"The bad news is that you don't have the common cold," Roman said, "and the good news is that it's cured on its own." ”

"......" I reached out and touched my forehead, and found that the fever had subsided, there was no residual feeling of dizziness or nausea, and there was no urge to sneeze or cough in my throat and nose.

Presumably, if I had asked for good news, he would have said, "The good news is that you've healed yourself, and the bad news is that we don't know how you got better." ”

"What about the promised seven days? Doctor? I shook my phone at him: "From the onset of illness to the cure in seven minutes, you can apply for the Nobel Prize in Medicine." ”

"They're eligible to give me an award?" The doctor raised an eyebrow.

Tut...... I forgot for a moment that this guy was Solomon, Solomon, who regained his memory and was beaten back to his doctor's form.

"Well, can you pull this one out?" I pointed, "What's this yellow one?" Tangerine juice? ”

Roman shook his head: "It's just a nutritional injection, you still have to finish it, the immune system clears the disease so efficiently, it should be ...... later"

"Goo~Goo~" "Fu? ”

Fufu straightened up and looked curiously at my noisy belly.

"Doctor! Hand over your treasured strawberry cake! I pointed at Roman.

"It's prejudice, how can I always have that kind of food that is hard to store?" The doctor scratched his head and walked outside: "However, today's words, there is really one." ”

"Goo~" "Fu? "Fufu seems to think I've got some strange bird hiding under the blanket.

Go away, you stupid dog! I'm not a magician!

No, I think I'm a magician.

"Well, let's choose one." The doctor returned to the dripping room and placed half a watermelon and three bananas on the small cabinet next to me.

"You need to eat it all with two hands, you really know how to choose." I glanced at the two fruits.

"That's good." Roman casually took out a fruit knife with a sheath from his pocket and cut the watermelon neatly.

“…… Do you know that my impression of Dr. Roman has been declining since I met you? "I stared at the knife.

"Isn't it normal for me, as a doctor, to carry a scalpel with me?" Roman finished cutting the melon, wiped the blade with a tissue, put it in the sheath, and then put it back in his pocket.

Scalpel...... All right......

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Since the needle still had to be hung up for two hours, and there were no other patients in the clinic for the time being, I began to discuss this strange disease with the doctor while eating melon.

"In any case, it doesn't seem like technology can do a lot of energy from the body to heal diseases quickly, so I actually triggered a passive 'magic' just now, right?" I raised my hand to make a snap of my fingers, but I didn't quite hit it: "But my related supernatural powers are still in the 'unusable' state, what about you?" Or ordinary people? ”

The doctor raised his hand to cover his eyes and put it down: "At present, it seems that yes, [Clairvoyant EX] still can't see anything, it is in an unusable state, and although other abilities cannot be verified, it must be the same." ”

"So, could it be that the world itself is recreating what I once experienced? After all, according to the original world line, I was sick and cured all the way, and finally got a lot of fatal diseases and hung up. I raised my hand and pointed to the sky: "According to the previous world, this is called 'calamity', and because it is self-pit, there is no way to avoid it." ”

"No, that's impossible," Roman shook his head in denial, "At present, those 'doomsday elements' are independent of the world, similar to the nature of Valhalla, even if the world is to develop according to its original trajectory, it is impossible to create diseases out of thin air." ”

"What's more," he paused, shaking his head and continuing, "almost none of the diseases that killed you were sudden, and had a distinctly human element. ”

What kind of underworld dialogue is this...... Do a group of people discuss the cause of their own deaths......

"So, today's incident was just an accident?" I took another slice of melon.

"I think it's 'inevitable', and it's 'inevitable' with very clear cause and effect," Roman said, continuing without waiting for me to respond: "If this is your new game, then where is the 'doomsday element'?" And where are your 'followers'? ”

"Ah...... Hey? "When I think about it, although the community has a name, and there are more doctors and Fufu, none of the "followers" who always like to make things happen have appeared.

The doctor paused and waited until I seemed to understand a little before continuing: "Given that the 'doomsday element' this time is called the 'time paradox', then they are likely not to be on the same timeline as you, and although you choose to live in peace, they are not necessarily, and they are likely to do some dangerous things in order to find you. ”

"So...... My illness here is actually the result of their messing around? "I had a slight estimate of the number of people who might have followed me in the previous world, and I couldn't help but feel a little tingling in my scalp.

"No, it's worse than that......" Roman looked at me with a somewhat serious expression: "This 'disease' is likely that they have 'corrected' your existence by some means, and this 'correction' has manifested itself in you through the 'paradox of time'. ”

"I don't think it's that bad—ahem!"

The sudden itch in my throat made me cough involuntarily, but I finally turned my head around at the last moment.

"That's not good." Roman frowned as he looked at the scarlet liquid I squirted out of my mouth.

"That's just watermelon juice - poof!" Halfway through my sentence, I coughed again.

I can't find any excuses now, whose watermelon juice will form black blood clots?

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