"Sorry, I'm really sorry to disturb." Lily hurried to catch up, bowed deeply to Yan Yuge, and handed over a gift box with a red ribbon in both hands, "You...... Is it the director of this hospital?

"I'm one of the polluters you've been treated against, and I've always wanted to thank you personally, but I've never found a chance......

"I saw you passing by the garden just now, so I hurried after you.

"This is a small gift made by my own hands, although it is not a precious thing, but it is a piece of my heart, please be sure to accept it!"

She's lying.

Yanluge was judged almost at first sight.

First of all, she didn't catch up immediately after seeing the "dean", but first went back to the ward and took a small gift box before running out, so she was still panting slightly.

Secondly, in the gift box she is holding is an eagle-shaped ornament woven with platinum thread, and each part of the eagle eye and eagle wings and talons can be moved at will, which is ingenious and rare in the world.

This object she made with her own hands is by no means "not a precious thing" as she said, but the last work she left behind with great painstaking efforts when she thought she was going to die half a year ago.

Now that Lily is not dead, she wants to give her last work before her rebirth to her savior as the highest thank you and to say goodbye to the past.

For such a white lie, Yan Luge will not refute or expose it.

He just smiled kindly at the gray-haired girl with the dean's face: "Child, then you are thanking the wrong person." ”

Lily was slightly stunned.

Yan Luge continued: "You shouldn't thank me, I'm just an ordinary doctor, I can't cure your pollution, your cancer, your legs.

"The miracle that happened to you comes from your tenacity and persistence, as well as the kindness and persistence of another person."

Lily was stunned for a moment.

She remembered that when she was tormented by pain to the point of confusion, someone held her hand and said to her, "Hold on, I won't give up on you", but her five senses were distorted at that moment, so she didn't know who that person was.

"Is that so?" Lily muttered to herself, Huo Ran looked up and asked loudly, "Who is he?" Where do I go to find him? ”

Yan Luge blinked, feeling as if he was contributing to a wonderful fate: "If you want to find him, you can go to the south gate of the hospital to squat the owner of a black sports car with a license plate number of QAQ9999." ”

"Thank you!" Lily thanked again.

Yan Luge thought about it, and helped Li Chongshan make a patch: "But don't go these days, on the one hand, I'm not sure if he has time to come out, and on the other hand, if you delay his endorsement progress, it may hurt him." ”

Lily: "??? ”

……

Yan Luge returned to his office with the body of the "dean" in his body, and asked the little fangs to spit out the unconscious dean and place it in his office chair.

"Are you leaving?" Bailu asked suddenly.

Yan Luge laughed: "Otherwise? Do you want to stay here for the New Year? ”

He lowered his eyes and raised his arms, fingers moving slightly, slicing through the air.

There was an invisible and insubstantial sixth touch that extended from the depths of his consciousness, reaching into a higher dimension that was neither visible nor knowable to man.

The ability from the xenomorph "Snake with Two Heads", "Spatial Perception".

The biggest gain of Yan Luge's trip is also the biggest result he kept after squatting in the hotel for seven days.

"Spatial perception" as a heterogeneous ability, the song of speech and rhythm can only be used at first when it is almost completely contaminated.

And after he devoured and fused the "Double-headed Snake", although the threshold for use was lowered a little, it was still different from other extraordinary abilities.

It is impossible to harness this power from pollutants without being polluted.

Therefore, in the past few days, Yanluge has been in the commotion of the imprint of the xenomorph, enduring the erosion of his body by the polluting force one after another.

He was exploring, groping, and finding a suitable depth of contamination so that he could continue to use "spatial perception" without paying too much price.

In the end, he succeeded.

He succeeded in changing "spatial perception" from an ability that can only be used by a different species to an ability that can be used at a certain cost.

Yan Luge stood in the dean's office, his fingers penetrating the boundary between low and high dimensions, and began to depict space using the space corner technique in his memory.

Layers, threads of silk began to emerge in the air.

Some of them can be seen with the naked eye and have a pale golden hue.

The other part is hidden in a higher dimension, and it is only with the help of "spatial perception" that it can be felt and depicted.

Halfway through the depiction, Yan Yuge suddenly blinked his eyes, and then one of the eyes closed and never opened again.

Yan Luge's expression didn't seem to change, but under the closed eyelids, there seemed to be something agitating.

The xenosigil began to contaminate him again.

This time at the cost of one eye.

The lens in the eyeball ruptures, blends with the vitreous and gradually changes, and something like a tentacle grows out of it, tearing the cornea from the inside out, and the tentacles tear open the eyelids as the volume expands, as if it is about to emerge from the eye socket.

There was a burning pain in his eyes as if he had been pressed into a soldering iron, but Yan Yuge didn't seem to feel it, and the movements of his hands did not stop at all, and he continued to paint intricate symbols, and the pale golden silk threads dragged by his fingertips did not miss a single mistake.

A small space that was not big or small, and could only accommodate Yan Luge alone, was cut by him from the main space.

A golden-colored cat jumped from the window edge and made a deep sound as it landed, knocking a crack in the marble floor.

Sur VII walked up to his feet before he had finished closing off a small space, jumped on his shoulder, and crouched down on his shoulder.

There's a little spot there, reserved for it.

As the spatial runes are gradually weaved, the dean's office in the outside world is gradually fading.

Ritsuge had already withdrawn his gaze, no longer looking at those whose fate had been changed by him.

No longer looking at the dean, who had his back to him, was waking up in a daze, rubbing his head blankly, as if wondering why he remembered that he had walked out of the office, but in the blink of an eye, he had returned to the office and slept on his stomach.

No longer look at a certain ward Li Chongshan is grabbing the printed pages of the book and staring at the desperate back, originally he didn't work so hard, but a few minutes ago he was electrocuted because he didn't complete the study plan, and now he decided to use his life to read.

Li Wei, who had been in a coma on the hospital bed for more than ten days, moved his eyelids for a moment, slowly opened his eyes, and found that his son, who had never read a book, was stunned after trying to endorse a book, and actually gave up his intention to speak out and watched so quietly.

No longer looking at the gray-haired girl who sneaked out of the ward to find a black sports car, even if Yan Luge told her not to go these days, she didn't listen, just so as not to miss the opportunity to say thank you to her life-saving benefactor.

There is a fool who no longer looks far away, because of his words, he will hold the broom handle and swing it thousands of times a day, ignoring the strange eyes of others and his own back pain and sweating, just swinging silently, waiting for a miracle to come one day in the future.

Say goodbye to them? Inexistent.

Director Yan has always gone wherever he wants, and he can do whatever he wants.

It's not that I'll never contact again and never come back, what are you doing with such hypocrisy?

In the pale golden flash, the figures of Yanluge and Suer VII disappeared completely.

[Volume 4: The Return of the Dead] ends.

(End of chapter)