Chapter 250:

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Dr. J now likes Sherlock more and more. The other party not only knows his gratitude, but also is so enthusiastic and kind, and introduces such a seriously ill patient to himself. Such a person is not only his own gospel, but also the patient's gospel. .
He hadn't visited the clinic for a long time, and he couldn't remember the procedure.
Doctor J fumbled left and right on his shirt for a moment, and then he found out a medical record stained with blood and unknown yellow liquid, made a record, and said to the sick ghost in front: "Please sit down. "
As he said, he looked around, bent his legs and sat on the railing on the edge of the corridor.
Just pretend to be seeing a doctor in the infirmary.
Sick ghost: "..."
He was at a loss.
Dr. J looked at his rickety body and gave him three seconds to respond. Then he wrote and read under the case: "This patient seems to have some hearing problems, his mind is simple, and his limbs are not very coordinated. I don’t understand my instructions..."
The sick face gradually turned green.
Command, this is to train him as a dog?
When Dr. J wrote here, he raised his head and said, "What are the other symptoms? Let me see, oh, my face is blue, there are too many wrinkles, and the scoliosis is serious. Oh, no, you are not simply sick, this is poisoning. This, this is..."
He didn't know what he had found, and jumped up and down excitedly.
Seeing his desire to express himself, Xiao Li asked intimately: "Doctor J, what is his disease?"
"This, this is the disease! It's the one, you know, that." Doctor J scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks. He clenched his left hand into a fist against his beak mask, rubbing back and forth, as if in his own huge knowledge base. meditation.
He was wearing a full set of plague doctor's shirt. Once he calmed down, he felt a bit of a genuine doctor, but it was a pity that he ruined this deep feeling when he opened his mouth.
After five full minutes, Dr. J laboriously concluded: "It's parasitism, reincarnation, and reversal."
He felt that what he said was reasonable, and the chicken nodded like a peck.
"I'm so literate! But how can I treat this disease? How can he stop his changes, how can he stop coughing, how can he calm down?"
Dr. J suddenly stopped here.
The sick ghost had never heard of Doctor J's name before, but this did not prevent him from suddenly having a bad feeling.
He stammered and coughed: "Cough, cough, I don't need treatment, I'm used to it, cough."
"There is one more symptom, negative treatment, this can't be done, this can't be done." Doctor J turned a deaf ear, he began to look out of the corridor unceasingly, as if looking for useful items, searching like a falcon, "here No, I don’t have my medical equipment and I’m not professional, but my superb surgical skills can make up for this shortcoming, as long as I can find the right tools—"
His gaze first stared at the small yellow umbrella in Wang Huai's hand, and measured the size in his mind. Then he felt that it was not big enough, and then condensed on the eternal soul umbrella in Shen Mirzhi's hand.
One of Shen Mirage understood what he meant and handed it to him.
Doctor J grabbed the handle of the Eternal Soul Umbrella, erected it like a stick, and walked towards the sick ghost.
"You, cough cough, what do you want, you, go away, cough cough." The sick ghost turned around subconsciously and wanted to escape, but his short stooped body made him walk very slowly. He coughed and was umbrellaed by Doctor J. The stick came up, centered on the temple, and several sticks in a row, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
"Dangdang, the treatment was successful!" Dr. J was quite proud. He let go of the eternal soul umbrella and looked at the unconscious ghost on the ground. "Another case has been cured. I have successfully completed 103 cases in a row, a record. , I'm so awesome."
Xiao Li applauded: "Awesome."
He successfully cured a patient, and was praised by Sherlock again, which made Dr. J feel twice as happy. He couldn't help turning around happily, holding his beak mask.
Xiao Li: "But Doctor J, can you please help me?"
Doctor J: "What's the matter? It's my duty."
Xiao Li pointed to the sick ghost lying on the ground: "Let him wake up again. I have questions to ask him."
other people:? ? ?
Why didn't you say this earlier?
Sherlock, you have no heart.
Doctor J seemed to be stumped by this question, he did not answer for a long time.
"It's too difficult for me to say --" Xiao Li asked tentatively.
"No," Dr. J interrupted him immediately, "I can, of course I can, a good doctor, of course, can also wake up sleeping patients, I think about it, I think about it..."
He regretted that he had hit so hard just now, only a little bit regretful.
Doctor J paced back and forth, suddenly reached out his hand to take a leaf from the peony flower on the side, then rolled the leaf on his gloved fingers, took off the sick ghost’s shoes, and started using the leaf against the soles of his feet. The board is stimulated back and forth.
In addition to using this stimulus, he also used two extra leaves to roll into a ball, which was used as a catheter and inserted into the sick ghost's nostrils, drawing mud mixed with rainwater, and wiping his nostrils.
In the end, Dr. J had a cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He put his hands together and pressed it on the sick ghost's chest, the kind that could break his ribs, and pressed it desperately.
Tossing and tossing, finally woke up the sick ghost again.
The weak old man moved his fingers and woke up tremblingly. The first thing he saw was Dr. J’s chin, and his voice began to pull like a broken bellows: "You, you, cough, you……"
Doctor J moved his big face closer: "Are you awake?"
Sick ghost: "What did you do to me, cough?"
Why does he feel like his whole body is falling apart?
Especially in the chest, it hurts so hot that I can't stand up.
As Dr. J approached, the sick ghost was like a victim who had just encountered an atrocities, and subconsciously retreated.
When Dr. J saw this, he immediately accused him: "You can't do this, and you treat the doctor so badly. I finally rescued you. Don't you thank me?"
He obviously doesn't have the noble sentiment of showing kindness and not asking for return. The more he talks, the more he gets angry, and he can't wait for another cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
The sick ghost coughed violently, and he pointed to the beak doctor in front of him: "Cough cough cough, me, you, cough cough cough, family..."
Xiao Li squatted aside, and when the doctor-patient battle between the two sides was about to erupt, he spoke in time to attract the attention of the sick ghost.
"You belong to the Sun family," Xiao Li paused before continuing, "Ghost?"
The sick ghost didn't cooperate: "Cough, you, are, cough, grandson, cough."
He coughed too hard in the end, and the word "home" didn't come out. On the contrary, it sounded more like "grandson".
Xiao Li turned his head to Dr. J and said, "Doctor, I think he still needs a bit of shock treatment. Your methods are too gentle and won't work for such extreme patients."
Sick ghost: "..."
He was waiting to stop, but Dr. J was already dancing happily: "Okay, you are right, I like shock treatment, and the chainsaw is too gentle, right? Electric shock? Car crack?"
"No, cough cough, no, I, cough cough, I should be, cough cough, right." The sick ghost quickly interrupted him loudly, and answered Xiao Li's question sensibly, "I don't remember much. , Ahem."
Xiao Li: "What do you remember?"
"...Ill." The sick ghost's mood went down, he fell into the memory, "I just, cough cough, remember that I was lying in bed, surrounded by people, cough cough, I am very old, very old, but a lifetime But it is very short, I, cough cough, still want to live, but no, cough cough, why is it just me?"
Xiao Li: "How is your life short? How did you get sick?"
"No, I don't know, cough," the sick ghost lay on the ground, coughing with his dry paws out towards the sky, "cough cough, cough cough, cough cough."
The sick ghost strangled his throat, and in that part, something appeared to block his throat, making it difficult for him to speak normally.
"What's the matter?" Dr. J muttered. He came to the back of the sick ghost, bent one foot, pressed his knee against the old man's back, then grabbed his two hands and started kicking him desperately on the back. "You suddenly got worse after being treated by me, which is very detrimental to my reputation."
He kicked the sick ghost's back and neck, and tried to use the impact from time to time to make the sick ghost spit out the contents of his throat, and back and forth several times, he really succeeded
After another two-pronged treatment by Doctor J, the sick ghost retched, and a black object mixed with the mucus in the old man's throat was spit out, facing Wang Huai's toes.
It was a black lumpy object wrapped in a transparent liquid. Wang Huai poked the object with the tip of his umbrella. Observing it back and forth, he smelled a decadent scent from above.
That's right, fragrance.
It is not the smell of perfume, but a meaty smell, like a piece of cooked meat, Tang Seng meat, exuding the smell of saliva.
After the piece of black meat left the sick ghost's throat, his cough stopped abruptly. He looked at the object in front of him in the same astonishment, but his surprise was that he actually coughed it out.
The sick ghost suddenly rushed towards it again at the speed of the tiger pounce!
That aura, as if to swallow this piece of black meat into his throat again, never separating.
Doctor J standing behind him grabbed his arms in time: "No, your condition is very serious and you need to be hospitalized."
He touched the brain of the sick ghost, like a watermelon, and said joyfully towards Xiao Li: "I want to take him back to the hospital, Sherlock."
Xiao Li wrapped the piece of black meat with the tissue that Gong Mingming had handed over, picked it up, and answered Dr. J casually: "Okay."
Dr. J was immersed in the joy of getting a new patient. Without feeling Xiao Li's perfunctory action, he took the sick ghost and left happily.
"Roar--"
The sick ghost uttered a useless growl.
On the dark rainy night, only the reincarnation group was left. Wang Huai handed a wooden box to the side: "Put it in."
The napkin was at the bottom, but the mucus still penetrated into the bottom of the box. The surface of the black meat looked like a black stone, but it smelled very good.
The sound of footsteps came from a distance, and the sound was a group of people coming here in groups.
"Go back and talk about it." Wang Huai said, "There will be other people here anytime."
He closed the lid and held the small box tightly in his palm.

The door of the room.
Xiao Li avoided the puddle and walked from the inside against the wall, but stopped in front of his house.
It was a little girl with rosy cheeks and a chubby figure. She was wearing a school uniform and was sitting at the door of his room with her hands on her knees. I don't know how long she had been waiting for him.
It is Sun Jiarun.
When Sun Jiarun saw him, she immediately patted her painful buttocks and stood up, calling him, "Brother Sherlock."
Xiao Li: "...Huh? Do you know me?"
He searched for the appearance of the little girl before him, and finally fixed her on the person who peeped at him in the afternoon.
Wang Huai looked at the little girl by his side, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Sun Jiarun lowered his head, in order to avoid shrinking halfway, he tried to finish what he had prepared during the waiting period: "Yes, brother Sherlock, my name is Sun Jiarun. I, I need your help. Please help me. I have encountered a very weird thing! Recently, I always hear crying in my house, and my guard—"
She broke this sentence in the middle and sniffed suddenly.
It smells so good, it is meaty, this, this kind of scent is...?
Sun Jiarun raised her head, as if looking for something everywhere, and finally froze in Wang Huai's palm.
Immediately after a lag of three seconds, she squeezed out of her throat and screamed: "Ah—"
Regardless of asking for help from Xiao Li, she immediately ran away like a scourge!
Don't look at Sun Jiarun's small size, but he runs fast and disappears in the rain curtain.
Xiao Li wanted to reach out and grab it, but he took a while and didn't catch it.
Ye Zeqing looked at the direction in which the little girl disappeared, then turned around and asked, "Damn, what's the matter?"
"She knows there is something wrong with this piece of meat, she knows this piece of meat." Gong Mingming calmly analyzed, she pushed open the door, "Furthermore, Sun Jiarun, Jiazi generation...Why haven't I heard this name?"
Wang Huai frowned, "Neither do I. As far as I know, there is no child in the Sun family by this name."
"Could it be some distant relative or subordinate?"
"This kind of family is very strict in name control, not like it."
"..."

Wang Huai took the box and walked into the largest guest room. The rest of the people followed. Xiao Li said hello to them, ready to go back and wash their hands before joining.
In a small bathroom.
He did not turn on the light, standing alone in front of the mirror, turning on the faucet, washing his hands back and forth.
Suddenly, another person's figure was reflected in the mirror, and a voice rang behind Xiao Li: "She calls you Brother Sherlock."
Shen Mirage stood behind him with an indifferent tone, as if recounting what happened just now from the perspective of an onlooker, but Xiao Li was stunned to hear a little bit of grievance from it.
Xiao Li wiped his hands and turned to look at the young man: "Why, do you want to ask me to listen to Brother Sheng?"
Without waiting for Shen Mirchi's response, he approached the other person again with a smile, "Or, do you want to hear what I call you?"
Shen Mirzhi's previously unmotivated eyes grew a bit more glamorous. He looked at the opponent's dark eyes, squinted slightly, and reached out to hold the young man's hand, but was avoided.
"It's better to explain first, what did you just do." Xiao Li tilted his head to stare at him, and the ending sound was slightly prolonged, with a bit of ambiguity, "Brother Mirage?"
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