After the wind chanted, Song Qi pushed open the door of Zhang Li's office.

Zhang Li's attitude was still gentle, looking at the comer.

"3042, why are you here?"

"I want to be discharged." Song Qi sat opposite Zhang Xiao and looked at him with burning eyes.

Zhang Xiao put down the pen and said patiently: "Your illness has not yet recovered. ”

"I'm all right." Song Qi looked at him firmly.

Zhang Lin got up and said helplessly: "Do you want to prove it to me?" ”

Song Qi noticed this word, before her, had anyone already tried it? Who could it be?

"Have you thought about it?" Zhang Lin stared at her with a deep gaze, which made Song Qi feel a chill on his back.

This time, Zhang Xiao no longer played Tai Chi, but became outspoken.

Song Qi naturally replied: "I thought about it." ”

Zhang Lin stood in front of her, the light around her dimmed, and the fluorescent lamps above her sizzled.

Song Qi saw that behind Zhang Lian, a black shadow became more and more obvious.

The fluorescent lamp flickered a few times, and the black shadow had already come to Song Qi, Song Qi couldn't see what kind of monster it was, only knew that the entity of this monster fell in front of him.

The stinky breath was close to her, and a huge claw landed on top of her head.

Song Qi resisted the urge to use the golden finger, and the medicine he had taken before rolled over in an instant, and Song Qi bit the tip of his tongue to stay awake and not let himself fall into an illusion.

The black shadow's claws pressed down heavily, and Song Qi only felt a sharp pain, but only for a moment, the black shadow disappeared, and the fluorescent lamp returned to normal.

Song Qi's back was soaked with sweat, and the pain had not completely disappeared.

She was "dead", but not in the true sense of the word.

Zhang Xiao looked at her and opened a recovery certificate.

"Come to me in two days and take your things, and you can be discharged from the hospital, congratulations."

When he said congratulations, Zhang Lone's tone was a little gloomy.

Song Qi pinched a thin recovery certificate and went out, silently relieved.

On the other side of the taskbar, the recovery task has been completed, and all that remains is to leave the hospital.

There are two days left, and you can leave here after taking your things.

She was able to think of this entirely because what Liu Yuan said was indeed literal.

Prove that they are normal people, then they can't be stimulated by their diseases, and don't use any gold fingers.

In a sense, they are indeed dead, but they are not completely "dead", which is a test for Zhang Lin to test whether they have recovered.

When people are faced with death, they instinctively resist, and what they have to do is to give up this resistance.

Feng Yin saw her come out, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Song Qi stared at him, "The first person to get the recovery certificate was you?" ”

Wind Groan shrugged, undeniable.

"Looks like you're still smart." The wind said with a smile.

Song Qi helped his forehead, this wind yin, the personality is really a bit strange, a bit like a game in the world.

The wind hummed and left happily.

After Song Qi thought of this, Fang Touming also reacted.

Song Qi saw that Fang Touming had already guessed it, so he simply told him what happened in Zhang Lian's office.

After the players found out, they went to Zhang Lin in groups to prepare to be discharged from the hospital.

Players who successfully completed the first mission couldn't help but rejoice, and when they took the things from Zhang Lone, they would be able to leave the damn game.

But what could it be?

Song Qi arrived at Zhang Lian's office at the appointed time, but found that many people were there.

The player who opened the certificate the day after her was also here, and Song Qi's heart jumped suddenly.

Ask for collections, ask for ratings, ask for tickets~

(End of chapter)