"And you, don't ask too much, you must fully cooperate with me. Count what I'm doing tomorrow looks a little silly!" I said mysteriously.

"What do you want to do?" Before Song Jiaming could ask, the kind-hearted Song Shiyu couldn't wait to shout.

"Shhhhhh Even if you ask, I won't answer. I smiled mysteriously, a little apprehensive. Everything will not be clear until tomorrow morning, after the old man Yang Junfei gives himself the answer.

After returning to Song Jiaming's nest, I was busy all night, making a lot of preparations and ordering a lot of things through the relationship of the old man. By the time he took the time to shake his dazed head, the sky was already bright. The snow had stopped for some reason, and only the white colors that had accumulated all over the roofs were left.

Song Shiyu obediently lay on the sofa dreaming and drooling.

And at this time, the old man's letter also came. After quickly reading the content of the side, I showed a smile that was indeed so. It seems that I guessed correctly. Things have become simpler, too!

The time began to be arranged by me in an orderly manner, and I rested for an hour, and at half past eight in the morning, I came to Lin Xiaowei's hospital bed.

"Do you want to be discharged?" I asked bluntly.

"Of course I think, if I'm not sick, who wants to stay in this hellish place." She was stunned for a moment, looking at the world outside the window and smiling bitterly.

"I have a way to cure you." I lowered my voice, "Give me a day, I'll take you to a few places and do something fun and effective." You may be cured. ”

Lin Xiaowei's face was weird, "Mr. Night, your expression is like a strange uncle who abducted the cute little Lori with a lollipop." Isn't it going to be pulling me to a secluded place to do something weird? ”

It seems that she doesn't know much about what happened last night. Although the scars on the face still have a faint red mark.

"Whatever you think, do you dare to bet?" My face didn't change, "If you win the bet, your illness will be cured." If you lose the bet, you can't lose anything. At most, it's just a waste of a whole day of boring time. ”

"Are you sure you'll cure me?" Looking at my serious look, Lin Xiaowei gradually restrained her smile.

"Who knows, you'll have to try." I looked her in the eyes, "You've read my books, and there are a lot of weird stories in them." Your business is pediatric in my experience, and it is not worth mentioning. ”

"Okay, I'm betting." Lin Xiaowei's indifferent eyes burned with a kind of excitement, which was the desire to survive, "But how can I sneak out?" Dr. Fang did not allow me to be discharged. ”

Dr. Fong was Song Jiaming's mentor, the famous neurology professor.

"It's not a big deal." I motioned to Song Shiyu with my eyes, and this girl obediently took a set of her own clothes and came out, "Sister Xiaowei, I'll help you wear civilian clothes." It's cold outside. ”

I pulled Song Jiaming out of the ward and asked, "Have you got the discharge certificate?" ”

"Nope." He was a little depressed, "The teacher didn't give it to him, saying that Xiaowei was a special patient and could not be discharged." ”

"Take me to his office." I frowned slightly.

"The teacher is very stubborn, except for being more utilitarian, he is basically a good doctor. It's hard to persuade him to change his mind. Song Jiaming was a little embarrassed.

"You just have to take me there." I patted him on the shoulder, because people have weaknesses, since he is utilitarian, rely on this as a breakthrough.

Song Jiaming reluctantly took me to the office on the fifth floor, and persuaded me uneasily, "The teacher has a very bad temper and is stingy, don't offend him." If he doesn't want Xiaowei to go out, at most I will pretend to be a patient and lie on the bed, you can take her away. ”

This guy obviously lacks confidence in me, and even suggests the most exposed methods commonly used in movies, I really don't know whether to call him naïve or praise him for not understanding the world.

"Don't worry." I pushed the door open and walked in.

Five minutes later, his mentor sent me out kindly, with a thick smile on his face. Song Jiaming's eyes were about to pop out.

He was stunned to see the teacher say goodbye to me politely, and then reluctantly returned to the office.

"Is that little old man really my grumpy teacher?" Song Jiaming stammered and asked, "How did you change your personality?" ”

"Leave that alone, you see, you've got it." I waved my discharge certificate triumphantly.

"No way, my teacher is clear...... Mr. Night, did you cast a spell on him? He still couldn't believe what was happening. Hallucinations, absolutely hallucinations, the teacher, who has never been smiling, actually seemed so happy just now, his mouth was open enough to swallow two eggs. Could it be that Night Silence is his illegitimate son who has been separated for many years?

Sensing his dirty thoughts, I glared at him fiercely, "Don't think about it, I just promised to give him a P annual pass." ”

"P's annual pass?" Song Jiaming's mouth suddenly opened, and his teacher was all big, "That is the most authoritative invitation letter issued by the International Association of Cranial Neurological and Psychopharmacology, and only a hundred top neuroscientists in the world can get it every year." ”

"Whatever, anyway, I'm just wasting some saliva, and the specific things will give Yang Junfei a headache." I irresponsibly threw the endgame to a bad old man, and pulled him hard, who was still stunned and shocked, "Hurry up, take Lin Xiaowei and prepare to go." The first stop is to Baoshan Temple. ”

The Baoshan Temple on Tuesday is very quiet, get off the bus, look down from the steps, and it really looks solemn and the mountains look up. A group of four people slowly climbed the stairs, and Lin Xiaowei, who was standing in the middle, looked around cautiously from time to time. Locked up in the hospital for more than 50 days, she had not seen the sun for a long time, her face was fair, but she lacked blood. The appearance of the sick beauty is even more pitiful.

At least Song Jiaming was very pitiful, lest she be cold, so he wrapped her in layers of clothes.

"Did you see anything?" I asked slowly as I stepped on the stone steps.

The roads are lined with snow, and the trees are covered with ice and snow, making it beautiful like a fairyland.

"Yes." Lin Xiaowei's hand clenched slightly, and her expression was nervous, "There are headless ghosts wandering around the steps everywhere. ”

Song Shiyu, who came cheekily to join in the fun, trembled when she heard this, and looked around with big eyes in fear, but she couldn't see anything. Since they had arrived early, the stone steps leading straight to the point were empty, and only a few monks in yellow robes were sweeping the snow on the ground.

Noncommittal, I led the three of them straight to the temple. An old monk in a red robe was waiting at the gate, and when he saw me, he greeted me.

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