In the quiet intensive care unit, the heartbeat monitoring device at the bedside made a sound like a leaking faucet, but unfortunately, I couldn't see its reading, I could only "see" the overall outline of the device.
"How are you feeling today?"
Dr. Roman walked into the ward, checked the relevant life-support equipment and physiological data monitoring, and asked casually.
"I don't feel anything." I replied in a muffled voice.
Through the oxygen mask, the transmission of sound waves was relatively slow, making it somewhat difficult for me to "see" the doctor's movements clearly.
"That's okay. If you feel it, it will probably hurt to death." The doctor wrote a few words on the clipboard in his hand.
"Yeah, who knows what the idiots in the parallel world are doing," I responded: "Almost all the internal organs were bleeding massively at the same time, and the old congestion in the skull soon burst. He fell out of bed while in a protective coma, and was directly paralyzed at a high position——
I wrote it all down in a notebook."
Specifically speaking, those feelings were different from the inexplicable illness before. There was no sudden end or duration, but a very sudden feeling - first as if someone had stabbed me through the back of the heart with a lance, and then there was a blow on the front of my forehead.
I made a hole, and before the protective coma occurred, I felt like I was hit by countless tons of weight, but the specific symptoms are what I just mentioned.
What on earth are those guys doing? Can't they even protect a weak woman?
"It can't be said that it's a high position. Don't you still have a small amount of feeling in your forearm?" The doctor pointed to my hand outside, pressing the pager.
I tried to move that hand - how did I get this situation where the upper arm is paralyzed and a small part of the forearm and palm can move? Should I write "miserable" or give a thumbs up?
"When the command spell appears on the back of my hand, I will summon the Queen of Sheba (the legendary wife of Solomon) to let you experience the Shura Field." I made an empty threat to the doctor.
"Well, I think she doesn't know me now, and there is no Shura field." Roman scratched his hair.
"Haha, you used to be able to point at Leonardo da Vinci and say she was a man, but do you dare to say that to Dr. Meng Nali?" I laughed.
"Uh..." The doctor hesitated.
"Did you know? These days, when Dr. Meng Nali comes to massage my muscles to prevent them from shrinking, she keeps saying bad things about you. Once I agree, she will turn around and say good things about you. You guessed it?
What's the reason?" I continued to reveal.
"Please be sure not to summon Sheba!" The doctor immediately responded: "It's a good thing that you didn't have any stones to use in Salem."
"Hahaha - cough!" I accidentally sprayed blood and destroyed an oxygen mask.
"Do you remember that you had severe internal bleeding! Plus hemophilia!" The doctor immediately began to perform first aid - mainly to stop the bleeding
————
After a period of chaos, my situation basically stabilized. Dr. Meng Nali, who hurried over halfway, complained that Roman was "telling random jokes to the little girl again" while pushing the trolley away with the nurses.
"Look, what is this?" The doctor waved his hand in front of me.
"Although I know this is a way to confirm whether consciousness and logic are clear, but if you are not joking, just bring Fufu in and let her scream twice before asking again." I rolled my eyes at the doctor and said.
"It sheds hair and makes you sneeze, and then you have to go through the first aid procedure all over again?" the doctor responded.
"Will Fufu still change her hair?" I asked in surprise.
"It seems that the changes are quite frequent. Matthew should know the specific rules. Well, [Magic☆Merry] should also know. Why don't we go back and ask her." The doctor began to adjust the settings of various instruments to what they were just before the first aid.
appearance.
"The only thing you see in this world is that I updated without any problems, okay, and I haven't had time to do that yet." I complained.
"If necessary, I can provide 3D modeling, motion capture and voice changer support." The doctor answered immediately.
"You really do as the Romans do..." I rolled my eyes at him again.
"Stop turning it, do you know how scary your eyes are?" The doctor waved his hand in front of my eyes.
"What!?" Since I didn't use these eyes to see things, I quickly closed them tightly.
"Football, no, basketball, it's not like... ah, it's volleyball," the doctor said: "If the twisted lines of the volleyball are dyed with different colors such as black, red, gray, etc., and then they are pasted on pieces here and there.
The color blocks with inconsistent textures are your eyes."
"That's too much! Isn't that scary?" If I could move my hand, I would have raised it to rub it, but now I can't do anything except blink and turn it.
"Well... you don't care about the serious illness that you may die from at any time, but you are very worried about the possibility that you may become ugly?" The doctor seemed to move his head, but I couldn't "see" whether he was shaking his head or nodding.
"It's useless to care. They are causing trouble in a world that I can't touch. I can only help them catch the trap here." I "looked" down and "looked" at myself. "As expected,
, these three diseases should be three fatal injuries, and judging from the fact that Matthew specially came to me and said, "Please keep living," I am afraid that similar things will happen more than once - just
I hope there won’t be any serious injuries that will cause scratches on my face..."
"Ah, you don't have to worry about this, because the mysterious properties of this world have been slightly activated," Roman adjusted the instrument: "No matter what kind of injuries you suffer due to the connection between the worlds, they will be considered reasonable.
'Complications', it's just bad luck that caused them all, and they will all [be curable]."
"Did you see it with your 'clairvoyance' again?" I closed my eyes and rolled my eyes at him.
"I said it can no longer be used, it's just a 'feeling'," the doctor picked up the notepad he left on the bedside table: "Finally, there is an important thing you need to decide. Tomorrow, allow your family to
It’s time to come visit.”
"Uh..." I originally wanted to say that there was nothing fixed about this time, but after thinking about the tragic situation before, I felt a little hesitant.
Yesterday around dinner time, I was having a good patient meal, but the "injury combo" hit me directly, causing me to be rescued for a whole day, which scared my stupid brother.
I thought about it and analyzed: "If I guessed correctly, the Five Holy Grail Wars over there should have started. According to tradition, the battle only takes place at night, so 'I' will have an accident just after nightfall. Then, tomorrow
Let them visit at noon."
"That makes sense," the doctor scribbled down a few words: "Then, good night."
