Feeling the change of light outside the window, Edison realized that time had passed unconsciously.

In the ward, looking at the empty snow-white walls, and then at the layer of ice flowers on the window, he suddenly felt a little cold, Edison subconsciously looked for the table next to the bed, but accidentally touched the paper and pen that he was most accustomed to using at home.

His heart warmed, knowing that this must have been put by his mother, remembering that he hadn't started writing for many days, Edison pulled out a piece of paper, opened the curtain completely, moved a chair, and began to write in the purple air of the sun.

A night of thinking not only did not make Edison feel tired, but became more and more energetic, at first he was a little rusty to the touch of holding the pen, but soon became proficient.

Without a keyboard, he simply relied on handwriting to record all kinds of wonderful stories that had been processed in his head, and he began such days at the age of 2.

But this time, the first thing Edison had to do was to write a letter, and it happened suddenly, and the contact with his friends was interrupted for more than half a year.

Edison's situation can be learned from the words of the Daily Mage, and the only thing you can get is a very formulaic propaganda phrase like "The hero who saved us, but he is still in a coma......".

Therefore, most of the letters sent to the hospital later were only concerned about when Edison would wake up and what the situation was now.

Because of the high cost of long-distance communication, the four of them wrote letters relatively concisely, and Edison probably only took 10 minutes to read the letters from three months.

That's right, it's three months, Edison's situation was three months after he fell into a coma, and the previous three months were in a state of secrecy, except for the familiar people around him, several friends can only define Edison as a missing person on a study tour.

Looking at the condolence letters that followed, once a week, Edison couldn't think of particularly sensational words for a while, so he could only explain the fact that he had woken up in the reply, so that a few people did not have to worry, and at the end agreed to make an appointment as soon as possible after being discharged from the hospital, to have a video communication across three continents, and the cost was borne by Edison.

The friendship between magicians in their long lives is often built up bit by bit. Sometimes you don't need to talk too much, just say a word of peace, say a word of cherishment, and everything is already in plain sight.

Half an hour later, Edison put down his pen and placed the letters, along with his magic identity card, and the teleportation crystal, on the bedside.

When Bit comes to see him at noon, she can pass these things on her behalf, and by the way, bring back all the messages that she hasn't received in the past half a year to deal with them.

With the situation Edison was in now, he didn't want too many people to figure out his reality until he fully recovered his spellcasting ability.

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Then, he continued to write, which was the manuscript of "Nonsense Fairy Tales" and "Nonsense Wizard", which had been stopped for a long time.

Here Edison had to congratulate himself on the fact that he went to talk to Andersen and the Brothers Grimm before he fell into a coma, because during the six months he was in a coma, the sales of magazines had dropped significantly, and the other party had done everything possible to send people to visit him.

Knowing that something could not be done, the other party listened to the advice of Ryan, who had been to the headquarters with Edison at the time, and three "little editors" who had been unfavorably called out to take over Edison's task.

Since then, several "celebrities" have exploded into amazing potential, and now they have not only maintained the sales of the magazine, but even opened a monthly magazine called "The King of Fairy Tales".

What made Edison even happier was that the other party was not a person who forgot his roots, and the day before he woke up, the other party also sent a monthly condolence letter as usual.

Recalling the last episode before he fell unconscious, Edison began to write fluently again, but he was swimming in the sea of words, completely unaware that someone had entered the hospital room.

Until an unfamiliar voice rang in Edison's ears: "What are you doing?

Suddenly, Edison's back was on end, and he turned sideways, hooked the chair under his buttocks, opened a distance between the two, and asked loudly at the same time, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

As he spoke, his right hand reached for the call button at the head of the bed.

There will be such a reaction, and Edison cannot be blamed for overreacting. In order to prevent mistakes, the identification mechanism of the ward adopts remote manual identification, with the magic imprint, and anyone who comes in to see Edison will go through a 5-minute security check in advance, and then the people in the ward will receive an optical indicator on the head of the bed.

But now there is a stranger, who has escaped Edison's five senses, and quietly appeared behind him, how terrifying is this!

The next second, Edison's hand pressed the button on the ward, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to carefully observe the person who suddenly appeared.

As soon as he raised his head, Edison's eyes were met first, and there was a pair of lifeless dead fish eyes, and with the slightly upturned arc of the corners of his mouth, it seemed that he was mocking the young man in front of him.

Later, Edison found out that the owner of the eyes was a "young/girl" with milky curly hair and a height of less than 1.5cm!

The reason why I put quotation marks around adjectives like "young/female" is because she is wearing a doctor's unique white coat, and her whole body exudes an aura that is not close to anyone, except for her body, which does not look like a child at all.

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"No need to press it! I've already received your call......" Soon, from the mouth of the "young/girl", such a sentence popped out.

Edison's brain was knotted, and it took him a long time to realize that the sound of the alarm was coming from the "girl's" white coat.

"You...... Could it be my attending physician, Ms. Betty Marisa?" Edison then reacted, and there was really one person in the ward who could appear directly in the ward without going through a cumbersome identity check, and that was his attending physician.

But from the other four people, Betty Marisa is an 8th-order magician who is proficient in both the spiritual and life systems, and more importantly, she is an 8th-order wizard who is less than 1000 years old, and she is the youngest and most dazzling genius in the magician class before the emperor rises against the trend.

It is rumored that the other party is an iceberg beauty with excellent appearance, curvy figure, and full of charm, and she also rejected the pursuit of the current magic emperor and is devoted to magic......! She looks like a 'young girl!?"

Edison, who hadn't recovered from the writing, couldn't help but say the second half of the sentence!

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze, turning from cloudy to calm before the blizzard!

"Little ghost, you seem to have said something rude to a distinguished lady, and I have to reconsider now whether or not to raise the cost of my visit......

"Wait, let me do the math! insult a countess who holds the highest level of medical qualifications and has served in the fortress for more than 100 years...... Then you're probably going to ...... Reluctantly compensate me for the mental damage of 100 magic crystals......"

Betty Marisa wrenched her fingers, which were as young as a child, and carefully counted them one by one in a cute loli voice, she did not be annoyed and arrogant like ordinary women, but used a more substantial, like a legendary greedy elf possession, which made Edison shudder.

Edison hurriedly bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, this adult, it's me who is wrong, I just woke up in the early hours of this morning, and I don't know the rules here, I have been on an extremely dangerous battlefield before, so I ...... Can you please accept my apologies and forgive me for what I said?"

Seeing that the person in front of him was so knowledgeable, Betty Marisa snorted twice, and was afraid of the fact that he was a "patient", so she said with a big belly: "Forget it, the little guy is not sensible, I can't be too embarrassed by you as a sister, this account is remembered first, if you don't cooperate with my treatment and recuperate obediently, then wait for more money." ”

As soon as she touched the bed with her hand, her face changed, and she did not raise her voice, and scolded dissatisfiedly: "You said that you just woke up in the early hours of yesterday morning, but what happened to your bed?

"Meditation, sleep...... You don't do it, this is not a laboratory, what are you going to write while you are sitting there......"

After speaking, she took the manuscript paper placed on the table, and swept it up ten lines at a glance, on which Edison wrote halfway to the manuscript. (To be continued.) )