The child's voice directly made everyone look down at the pool of vomit.

I looked at it, and all but the beer I had just dried in was earthy gray scales.

The scales were covered in black slime, similar to what I had seen in that.

The mucus was still wrapped in a large mass of wriggling white flesh worms, and it was not clear if it was maggots or not, but the effect was just as disgusting.

As if contagious, the diners vomited one by one.

Everyone turned into splatoons, and two of the two who drank too much beer turned into high-pressure water guns, and they all slammed into the ceiling.

The whole restaurant stinks, and the boss's face is green.

I stared at the kitchen knife in my boss's hand, beware of him coming to me in a hurry.

"It's still strange that people vomit? You're got maggots! ”

A middle-aged woman shouted.

What I didn't expect was that she was targeting the restaurant owner.

"No wonder my fish stinks!"

A bald man immediately chimed in.

I'll take a look, good fellow, aren't you a stinky fish?

But now no one cares whether it's true or false, and once someone takes the lead, everyone's finger is suddenly pointed at the boss.

"Refund the money!"

"I'm got food poisoning! Compensate me for my medical expenses! ”

"Compensate me for mental damages!"

The shouts rang out one after another, and the diners gathered around.

The boss was at a loss for words, and he reached over to grab me, but was pushed to the counter by the diners who were yelling for a refund.

As soon as I saw it, it was still a fart, and I took advantage of the chaos in the store and immediately drove away.

Away from that street, I bought a grilled sausage from a roadside shop.

I put it under my nose and smelled it, but it was still a foul smell, and I sighed and threw the sausage into the trash can on the side of the street.

It seems that the problem is not with the meals, but with myself.

I reached out and scratched my arm, and when I looked down, there were spots on my arm.

It is estimated that the corpse spots that Lin Bao said are this thing.

I didn't have it before I went to eat, so it only meant that the thing was spreading, and I hurried to get a doctor.

But nowadays, it is not safe to go to a big hospital, and once I go to register, my whereabouts are at risk of being leaked.

That girl's skin disease is more serious than mine, maybe I'll meet it in some hospital.

And if it's really a corpse spot or something, I won't be caught vivisecting.

While thinking about it, I walked two streets, and suddenly saw a sign on the side of the road that said "The Holy Hand of Medicine Laughs", I opened the curtain of the door and reached in to take a look.

The clinic is not big, a total of about 20 square meters, which is similar to my small pet shop.

A row of old-fashioned wooden medicine cabinets are neatly arranged against the wall, and each small drawer is marked with the name of the medicine, exuding the smell of Chinese medicine.

On the opposite side of the medicine cabinet, there are some Western-style instruments and a physiotherapy bed.

A clinic that combines Chinese and Western cultures is acceptable.

But when I saw the glass case in the corner, my eyelids twitched.

There were some medicines in the glass cabinet that I couldn't understand, and it said Brother Wei, god oil or something.

There are also some pink or purple sticks as thick as eggplants, we don't know what they are for, but looking at the mace-like bulge on them, they buzz when they press the switch, I guess they are used to relieve itching on some special occasions.

At the counter sat an old man, estimated to be in his fifties and sixties.

He wears a white coat but has a goatee like a Taoist priest.

Hanging a stethoscope around his neck, and holding a mobile phone in his hand, is playing a video of uh-huh-ahhhhh

Seeing me come in, the old man hurriedly shoved his things under the counter.

However, his psychological quality is quite good, and his old face is not even red.

Seeing that this old man's path is quite wild, I have already retreated, and I was about to go out, but the old man has already beckoned to come up.

"Skin disease?"

The old man hooked his hand at me, and I couldn't quit again, nodded, walked into the clinic, and sat down on a chair in front of the counter.

The old man pulled out a pair of reading glasses from behind his butt pocket, then put on a pair of gloves, as if he was afraid that I would infect him, and then raised my arm to observe.

"Doctor, what do you say?"

I raised an eyebrow, my eyes fixed on his expression.

After a series of previous events, I didn't think that I was okay.

Whether it's the memory of being disemboweled, or the spots on his body, or the fish scales and meat worms that he spit out in the restaurant just now.

All of this shows that something is wrong with me.

I came to the doctor, but I just had a bit of luck, hoping to try to solve the abnormality of the body.

Even if the old man says I'm dead, it's within my acceptability.

The old man looked at it over and over again for a long time, and smacked his mouth.

I've already begun to think of an excuse to fool my anomaly so as not to scare the old man out of the way.

"You have to bury yourself to make it like this."

The old man took off his reading glasses and clicked his lips.

"So, I'm fine?"

I was overjoyed and asked with a smile.

"It's okay, it's just that the dampness caused by not loving hygiene is too much, just drink some Chinese medicine and acupuncture to channel the meridians."

The old man said lightly.

I don't know if it's because of my heart, but I suddenly felt that the obscenity on the old man's face had disappeared, but it was replaced by a kind of detachment from a worldly master.

Under the command of the old man, I drank a bowl of gray-yellow medicine.

The taste of traditional Chinese medicine has never been very good, but this bowl is very sweet.

I didn't frown, and drank it in one gulp.

My body didn't reject it, and after drinking this bowl of medicine, my hunger suddenly improved a lot.

"Is it good?"

The old man asked calmly while wiping the silver needle with alcohol.

I nodded vigorously.

"Hehe, it's good to drink."

The old man said with a smile, and walked over with a silver needle that had been disinfected.

I lay flat under the old man's command, closed my eyes, and prepared for acupuncture.

There was a tingling pain in my right wrist, and then my whole arm went numb, as if it no longer belonged to me.

I opened my eyes to see, but the old man pressed my hand back.

"It's normal for the dampness to be too toxic and uncomfortable."

Listening to the old man's explanation, I continued to lie down, trying my best to endure the discomfort.

But somehow, the feeling of uneasiness in my heart became heavier and heavier.

Starting from my wrist, all the joints of my body were inserted with silver needles.

The paralysis became stronger and stronger, and my whole body gradually fell into paralysis and was no longer under control.

Seeing that only my left hand could move, I finally couldn't help but open my eyes.

The pupils shrank, and the silver needle in the old man's hand had turned into a long black needle glowing with a ghostly light, like a small awl.

He was directly above me at this time, looking at me with a strange expression.

I was about to struggle, but the old man's eyes were quick, and a black needle stabbed straight at my Heavenly Spirit Cover.

With a pop, the black needle sank into the top of my head.