After a few words, Dr. Meng's mood in the emergency department was obviously relaxed.

Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher, I have heard from others that the patient obviously has mental symptoms, why don't you suggest that she go to a psychiatric hospital?" ”

This question has just been said, but Ji Xiang did not agree with Dr. Meng's words, so he asked it again.

Dr. Meng shook his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

It seems that he seems to have a story, Ji Xiang thought about it, and came to the system operating room with bated breath.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang greeted the system NPC first, and then said everything he saw and the questions in his heart.

"That's okay with what the doctor said." "Many diseases are manifested as mental types, but only treating the appearance will lead to the real illness getting worse and worse. ”

"Really? But I think the patient is really a mental illness. Ji Xiang was a little confused.

"Let's give it a try?" The system NPC asked.

"Do you empathize?" Ji Xiang was stunned.

Although he can think of it with his toenails, he can feel a little girl sitting on her shoulder, blowing cold air from time to time......

That's a bit too much.

Besides, Ji Xiang feels that both himself and the system NPCs belong to materialism, and they will never believe in those strange things.

I didn't expect there to be such a thriller package in the system.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ji Xiang nodded, "Okay, teacher, I want to try." ”

"A lot of strange sensations are just a manifestation of illness, and you have to be firm about that." The system NPC took Ji Xiang to the next operation room, and on the way he warned Ji Xiang.

"Teacher, will it be scary?" Ji Xiang feels like he's going to play an inexplicable haunted house game.

"Horror? If you can't understand the disease, sending the patient to a psychiatric hospital is the great horror of life! System NPC said.

“……”

Ji Xiang was silent.

The system NPC was bored when he poured chicken soup, but it was much cuter than now, and Ji Xiang would rather listen to him pour chicken soup.

The light and shadow flickered, and Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a room, with a thick smell of inferior spices between his mouth and nose.

Sitting opposite was a septuagenarian, immortal and boneless, who was concentrating on himself.

"Master, you think about it, please." A middle-aged woman pleaded.

Ji Xiang quickly recalled that "himself" was a 20-year-old man who had been feeling unwell lately, and after visiting the hospital, he said that he was "hysteria", that is, neuropathy.

The family thought that he was evil, and after seeking medical treatment to no avail, they took him to the home of a nearby master.

"It's not easy." The old man of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone whispered, "Have you been to a place where the Yin Qi is heavier recently?" ”

Yin Qi?

What is that?

"Have you gone?" The middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.

"No ......" said "myself" in a trance, Ji Xiang only now realized that this time it was a bystander mode.

"Is the morgue counted?" "Myself" asked an extremely stupid question.

Ji Xiang immediately recalled that "he" was a medical student, and some time ago he went to the morgue with several boys in the anatomy class to carry the teacher out.

It is said to be a morgue, but the morgue of the medical school is different from the traditional one.

The teachers who were soaking in the formalin of the bath didn't look gloomy.

Because as soon as you enter, you can't open your eyes, and you don't have time to be afraid.

In addition, several boys were talking and laughing, so "myself" didn't notice the problem at the time.

In general, the teacher was very heavy, and the four strong male classmates carried it on a stretcher, and "myself" felt that the general teacher was at least more than 300 pounds.

I don't know why the general teacher is so heavy.

"Well, it's not easy." The old man of the fairy wind and bones sighed, squinting at "himself", his eyes were bright and bright, and Ji Xiang was panicked when he saw it.

After a long time, the old man of the fairy wind and Dao bone said, "It is said that a young man of this age is in full bloom, and ordinary evil spirits are not in his body. But the more this is the case, the stronger the evil in the upper body. I don't

I can guarantee it, and let's do my best. ”

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

The middle-aged woman should be "her own" mother, Ji Xiang saw her take a thick envelope and hand it to the master with both hands.

A young man beside the old man of the fairy wind bone took the envelope and weighed it.

"I can only say it's a try, my body is already old, but I can't guarantee it."

He said, raising his hand.

The peachwood sword appeared in his hand.

The old man with the fairy wind stood up, chanting words in his mouth, wielding a peachwood sword.

Unlike martial arts poses, he seems to be dancing, his movements are gentle, and some clips even show off the flexibility of his soft waist.

For his age, this is already a difficult move.

Soon, the old man of the fairy wind dao bone put his middle finger and index finger together in his left hand, and reprimanded in his mouth, "Bah! ”

The sound was urgent, loud, and thunderous. At the same time, the peachwood sword passed through Ji Xiang's ears with a "flicker", and the faint sound of wind and thunder startled Ji Xiang.

"Puff~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ji Xiang was stunned, although it was a bystander mode, he was still frightened.

There were faint traces of blood on the peachwood sword, but more blood appeared on the body of the old man of the fairy wind bone.

A Chinese-style cardigan was scratched with five scratches and blood stains at some point.

Coupled with the fact that the old man vomited blood on the spot, a strange and gloomy aura arose.

Ji Xiang looked in the direction of the peachwood sword thorn in the old man's hand just now, but he didn't find anything.

Although Ji Xiang was a thorough materialist and did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, he could not help but have doubts in his heart when he witnessed the tragic condition of the old man with immortal wind bones at this time.

But Ji Xiang still felt that this master was a Xibei goods, and everything he had just witnessed seemed to have been seen in some book.

"Master!" "Own" mother exclaimed.

"No problem." The old man covered his mouth, coughed a few times, and then took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it.

After a few minutes, he sighed deeply.

"The evil spirit was temporarily injured by me, but it is profound, and I can't completely subdue the demon and eliminate the demon, so I can only suppress it temporarily."

"Ahh The middle-aged woman was a little flustered, "Then what should I do!" ”

"Wait for me to recuperate for a few days." The old man of the fairy wind bone, "It's really not good, you come back after a while, I will ask the master to come out of the sect to subdue the demon." ”

"Own" mother kept expressing gratitude, and it seemed that she was almost on her knees.

After leaving, Ji Xiang carefully recalled the situation just now, all the movements of the old man were flawless, even if Ji Xiang wore colored glasses to find faults, he couldn't find out what the problem was.

Eccentric!

The scratches on the master's body, the blood stains on the peachwood sword, and the blood spitting from the mouth...... All these silently prove the tragedy of "that war".

But Ji Xiang just felt that the master was lying.

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