() During the time when the Purple Fire Spaceship took off, Li Ling was unconscious, so he missed the most spectacular moment of the Purple Fire Spaceship taking off.
Of course, half a month later, Li Ling woke up and gradually regained his strength. Mandala told Li Ling what happened after Li Ling fell into a coma without any expression. It must be said that Mandala tells stories.
There is really no story at all, it is just like reading a paper. Li Ling always falls asleep while listening. In fact, Li Ling would like Shan Tianfang to speak.
"Brother Li Ling, you're awake." Jing Jing wore a white knee-length dress and a pink hood today. She walked away with a plate of washed Xinjiang grapes from outside the ward with a smile.
When I came in, I seemed to be in a good mood.
"When I woke up, I couldn't move while sleeping like this all day. I felt like I was surpassing a pig. Coupled with the old-fashioned mechanical sound of the mandala, I almost fell asleep again." Li Ling laughed at himself.
"Pig..." Mandala's expression remained indifferent and he said calmly: "Junzhi, pigs get fatter when they lie down, but you get thinner and thinner when you lie down."
It's not funny at all. Li Ling smiled awkwardly.
"Brother Li Ling, are you still listening to Sister Mandala telling you what happened after you fell into coma?" Jing Jing came to a hospital bed chair with a smile and sat down dignifiedly.
"Well...because I feel that there are many doubts. Is Taotie really dead? Unfortunately, Taotie was not killed by me." Li Ling asked with a little regret.
"It's dead, there's not even a dreg left." Jing Jing handed over a thumb-sized red xin jiang specialty grape.
"Dead? But it still feels weird." Li Ling opened his mouth slightly in confusion, enjoying the grapes that An Jing fed into his mouth. They were crisp and delicious, sweet but not greasy, and Li Ling praised them repeatedly.
"Is it delicious?" Jing Jing handed out another grape and asked with a smile.
Ever since Jing An came back from the ancient tomb, he has become much more cheerful than before.
"It's so delicious. Xinjiang grapes are indeed much more delicious than grapes from other places." Li Ling couldn't help but went to Quiet's plate and took two more.
Jing Jing held the plate and avoided it and said, "Don't grab it with your hands. Your hands haven't been washed. They're not clean and unhygienic."
When Li Ling was in the countryside, she never washed her hands when eating. However, An Jing was a girl who loved to be clean. Li Ling had no choice but to retract her hand and eat the two pills she took. The rest was fed to herself by An Jing.
eat.
However, enjoyment is enjoyment, Li Ling would still get up from time to time to exercise his muscles. Just when Li Ling got up and walked to the door, a strange roar came from the private ward next door.
"You all get out of here. I don't need treatment. You all get out of here."
You can tell from the voice that he is a very old man with a fat body and a very ugly face. Moreover, he seems to be a very wealthy person, otherwise he would not be able to live in a private ward in the hospital here.
"What happened next door? Why is the old man opposite yelling?" Li Ling stood at the door, looking at the ward opposite.
"I don't know, there is an old man living across the street, and he refuses to have a check-up at this time every day." Jing Jing tidied Li Ling's sheets, like a virtuous wife.
"Refuse to do an examination?" Li Ling became confused. If he refused to do an examination, he either didn't believe the doctors here, or the old man felt that he was terminally ill and no longer had the confidence to be treated. Many patients, after getting cancer, because of the
He couldn't take chemotherapy again and again, but refused treatment, and eventually died of the disease.
However, Li Ling didn't pay attention and just said that this was a normal situation.
But when the two middle-aged doctors came out from the opposite side, the content of the conversation was:
"This old man must be crazy. He said that someone came to visit him at night and told him that if the disease is not cured, he will go to heaven when he dies, but if he dies, he will go to hell. Don't you think this is nonsense?" said a young doctor.
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"Hey, the patient's clinical condition shows that his condition is not very good. It may also be caused by nightmares or hallucinations at night." Another older doctor said.
"That's the only bad thing about being a doctor. It's actually quite hard to comfort patients." The young doctor shook his head and walked away from the older doctor.
Li Ling listened clearly to the conversation between the two.
"Someone is coming to visit me at night?" Li Ling became confused, then turned and entered the room.
"Mandala, let me ask you something." Li Ling sat back on the bed and leaned on the quilt that had been folded behind him.
"What's the matter?" Mandala just looked at Li Ling expressionlessly.
"There is an old man opposite, and he said that someone came to visit him at night. Did you find anyone coming to visit him at night?" Li Ling knew that Mandala had been sitting here to accompany him since he fell into coma.
"No." Mandala simply answered.
Li Ling nodded. Since Mandala said no, it means no. Moreover, the old patient opposite may really be suffering from nightmares or hallucinations at night because his condition is too serious.
"However, this old man will talk in his sleep at night." Mandala's hearing is very sensitive, and it is normal for him to be able to hear the slightest movement on the other side through the wall.
"Talking in his sleep?" Li Ling continued: "What does he talk about in his sleep at night?"
"Brother Li Ling, please stop meddling in other people's affairs and take care of yourself first. Besides, I still have nightmares at night?" Jing Jing actually doesn't like Li Ling being nosy.
"I'm too curious. I'm sorry." Li Ling smiled slightly and stopped asking. He just frowned and thought.
In the hospital, the day passed very slowly. Apart from the examination, I just lay on the hospital bed, watching TV and reading newspapers boredly.
At night, I couldn't sleep again.
And Jingjing also opened a ward nearby and used it as his temporary bedroom. It can be said that the general's daughter has great rights.
At about twelve o'clock in the night, there was rustling movement from the opposite side. Listening to the footsteps, it seemed that the old patient was getting up and pacing back and forth in the ward.
Li Ling asked strangely: "What is the old man doing?"
"I don't know." Mandala was peeling an apple, but unfortunately, she cut the apple as if it were a watermelon. The skin was not peeled off, but the apple was divided into eight parts.
"It can't be sleepwalking." Li Ling calmed down and gradually improved his hearing. He only heard the old man on the other side shouting: "I don't want to go to hell, I don't want to go to hell."
"Don't come here, none of you, I don't want to go to hell, no."
Li Ling saw that the old man's voice was urgent but not loud. It seemed that it was because of his weak body that he could not roar loudly.
Then, the old man rang the bell, and a nurse who was keeping vigil immediately came over from the nurse's desk and opened the ward opposite to see what was going on. But as soon as he opened it, the nurse opposite screamed and immediately called the nurse on duty.
's doctor.
Li Ling listened to the scream and was sure that something must have happened. He jumped out of bed and headed towards the ward opposite.
As soon as he arrived at the ward, Li Ling covered his nose because the smell of feces in the room suggested that this old man was already sick to the point of incontinence.
Looking at the bed, the old patient was lying on the bed with constant cramps, his face was greatly distorted, and white foam was spraying from the corners of his mouth. He looked a bit like epilepsy.
Li Ling immediately came to the old man's side, grabbed the opponent's tiger's mouth, and passed a burst of true energy. The old man relaxed his nerves, gradually got better, and his breathing was no longer disordered and rapid.
When doctors and nurses arrived with equipment, Li Ling had already helped the old patient onto the hospital bed and covered him with a quilt.
The nurse became confused when she saw that the old patient had fallen asleep peacefully.
The old doctor immediately came to the old patient's bedside, took the old patient's pulse, and then auscultated it. Everything returned to normal.
"Who are you?" The doctor looked at Li Ling doubtfully.
"Oh, I'm from the ward opposite. I just heard the nurse yelling, so I came over to take a look." Li Ling said with a smile.
"Everything is normal now. He's fine." The old doctor looked at Li Ling doubtfully, always feeling that Li Ling was a strange person.
Li Ling shrugged awkwardly and walked back to his room, but there was a doubt lingering in Li Ling's heart. When Li Ling held the old patient's mouth just now, a strange power grew in the old man's body.
I hope I'm overthinking! Li Ling looked back at the old patient who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Li Ling returned to his ward, his brows furrowed all the time.
"Jun Zhi, if you don't sleep, I'm going to sleep." Mandala looked at Li Ling coldly and said.
"Are you sleepy?" Li Ling said.
"No, I'm not sleepy. I just want to persuade you to sleep." Mandala said.
"The way you persuade people to sleep is really strange." Li Ling gave a helpless smile.
"Then I will tell the story again." Mandala made a posture, ready to continue telling the story.
"No, no, please spare me." Li Ling waved his hands repeatedly, because he really couldn't stand Mandala's mechanical mouth.
The next day, early morning.
Li Ling was woken up by the noisy sound opposite. The ward opposite seemed to be crowded with doctors, performing rescue operations.
When Li Ling went to look outside the ward, a person covered with white cloth had been pushed out of the ward opposite. It was obvious that the patient was the patient who suffered from epilepsy last night.
"Dead?" Li Ling was so surprised that he was speechless.
"Death is common, but what we never expected was that this patient would die so suddenly, possibly from a heart attack." The old doctor came to Li Ling's side last night and said.
"Are you the old doctor last night?" Li Ling said.
"Are you the patient last night?" the old doctor asked.
"Hello, my name is Li Ling." Li Ling stretched out his hand and said. "My name is Liu Xuanhu." Liu Xuanhu stretched out his hand and shook Li Ling's hand.
"Xuan Hu Ji Shi, Xuan Hu?" Li Ling asked in surprise.
"Yes, but it's really just a pot. If it really helps the world, the old patient will not die." Liu Xuanhu sighed slightly.
"This can't be entirely blamed on the doctor. Sometimes life and death are at stake, and the doctor is just making his last effort." Li Ling said with a slight smile.
"Yes." Liu Xuanhu looked at Li Ling and said, "Did you notice any special symptoms of the old patient last night?"
"Yes, it seems that someone really came to visit him last night, but it seems very mysterious?" Li Ling heard last night that the old patient kept telling him not to go to hell, probably because he had done too many bad things in his life.
"How do you say that?" Liu Xuanhu frowned.
"However, you may not believe what I say." Li Ling said.
"After experiencing so much life and death, what else can you not believe?" Liu Xuanhu sighed slightly.
"I suspect that this old patient did too many bad things during his lifetime. At this moment, he is just suffering retribution. Maybe a ghost sent him to collect his soul last night?" Li Ling was not afraid of scaring the doctor, so he just
