I opened my eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling of the intensive care unit. On the bedside was a heartbeat monitor that was making noise, an intravenous drip bottle that was dispensing orange liquid, and a respirator mask that blocked half of my sight.
Hmm... there seems to be something wrong, but I can't think of anything at the moment.
"Are you awake? The operation was successful."
Dr. Roman's familiar but slightly gruff voice came from the side of the hospital bed. When I turned my eyes to look, I found that he was wearing a plastic mask and holding a recording board in his hand, writing something.
"Well..." I raised my hand to lift the exhalation mask with great effort: "How long have I been unconscious?"
"Half a month, to be precise, fourteen days and nine hours," the doctor said in a very relaxed tone: "Wow, you don't know how dangerous your situation is. The critical illness notice issued is thicker than your medical record.
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"...You didn't show it to my parents, did you?" I looked at the door of the ward with some worry.
"I showed them the first one, and I only showed the rest to your brother," the doctor shrugged. "He probably won't quarrel with you again in the future."
"Hey, is it fun to scare children?"
"Who told him to target me?" the doctor said, spreading his hands.
"Well, okay, let's put this aside first. I have a question for you - Huh?" I blinked and looked at the doctor's movements, then turned to look at the complicated instruments on the bedside, and then turned my head to look out the window.
Ye Kong raised his arm and turned his palm again, and looked at the back of his palm.
I said something was wrong. It turned out that my eyes could already see?
I stayed in a dream within a dream for too long, and subconsciously thought that I was hearing, seeing, and moving freely, but in fact, I should be blind and paraplegic at a high level now.
So the doctor's statement just now that "the operation was successful" was really not bragging.
I propped up the mattress and sat up, pointing to the hanging needle stand beside me: "Can this thing be pulled out? Will it not splatter me with blood again?"
"No problem, your hemophilia has been cured." The doctor took out the cotton ball from the box on the medical equipment cabinet next to it, pulled out the needle and pressed it on it. Sure enough, there was only a little amount of bleeding.
"In other words, have you cured blindness, paralysis, and hemophilia? Can you go to the international awards?" I pressed my wrist and started looking for shoes under the bed.
"They also gave me awards?" The doctor raised his chin and said very proudly.
Well, he is still as confident as ever.
I put on my shoes and walked around the ward twice. Although my body seemed lighter than before the coma, my legs and feet felt like they were being overwhelmed and they were shaking. It seemed that as long as I breathed a little sigh of relief, I would feel lighter.
They would just let me fall to the ground.
Seeing that the trembling could not be relieved by moving, I simply walked to the wheelchair in the corner of the room, sat down, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
"I'm recovering well. It seems that Dr. Meng Nali's efforts were not in vain." Roman wrote a few more strokes on the record board.
"Doctor, I need to go to the 'Singularity Zero' now. Is there any way?" I pushed the wheelchair away from the corner.
"Over there, you just need to sit on the rooftop in a wheelchair, draw a summoning circle, and then wait to be summoned." Roman seemed to have been prepared to answer.
You also said you don’t know how to be clairvoyant?!
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"I can't believe that I would accompany you two to do such a thing in the middle of the night. If the director knew about it, he would definitely send us all to the emergency department." With the same "Mona Lisa smile" " Dr. Meng Nali, who has a very similar face to the protagonist in the portrait, complained.
"Yeah, I even thought about what he was going to say," Dr. Roman shrugged and imitated someone's tone and said: "'Since you are so free, why not go and share some pressure with your colleagues in the emergency department?'"
At this time, Dr. Roman and Dr. Meng Nali were drawing magic circles on the hospital rooftop with red chalk.
I can even feel that the unfinished magic circle is constantly "bulging" and "shrinking". Obviously, as a real and credible extraordinary thing, it has reached the edge of "waking me up", but in the end it did not " The reason for "awakening" is that this formation itself has no power and can only passively wait for others to summon it.
It's like going to a primitive society and writing the complete theory of relativity on a cave. But expecting primitive people to create anything with this is a complete fantasy.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, dear Da Vinci," I apologized to her in a wheelchair nearby: "However, if nothing goes wrong, when I come back this time, all the diseases on my body should be cured, and I will be able to recover from my illness in the future. Nothing will go wrong."
"Just call me Doctor Meng," Meng Nali flipped her hair and smiled at me: "Besides, as usual, this matter is all Roman's fault."
"Hey-" Roman called dissatisfied from further away.
"Stop talking nonsense and draw your painting quickly. What if something goes wrong with Xiao Hao?" Dr. Meng glanced in that direction, and Roman immediately shut up.
Something wrong with the cold? I touched the thick hospital gown and felt the temperature of about 29 degrees Celsius.
Okay...the doctor is always right anyway.
After spending nearly half an hour, the two doctors finally finished drawing the magic circle and pushed me into the center of the circle.
"Uh, so what should we do next? Recite the summoning spell?" I asked, looking at the rather delicate formation lines under the wheelchair.
"That's definitely not possible. You have perfectly met the summoning conditions now. If you really chant the spell, I'm afraid a servant will come in an instant, and then the world will -'Boom'!" Roman gestured.
"Okay, anyway, as long as there are no supernatural phenomena happening, our current behavior can be summed up as two doctors pretending to be average and treating a little girl with paranoia." I raised my hand and pointed to the sky: "What should we do now? Wait?"
"No, you need to fall asleep in the summoning array." This time it was Dr. Meng Nali who explained: "There are no supernatural phenomena on the surface, but there is no problem in the dream."
"I think it's hard to fall asleep in this environment without a roof." I crossed my arms, shrank in the wheelchair, and looked up at the starry sky: "Speaking of it, the Fourth World War, it feels like it was a long time ago.
It’s happened…”
Speaking of which, the unique point of the linkage between FZ and FGO is very different from the animated version of the Four Wars. To sum it up in one sentence, it is the story of Zhuge Kongming's unparalleled success all the way.
In this case, it is not that difficult to bring it back to the normal ending of the four battles.
Speaking of which... the Emiya family is full of heroes... this is where it all started... phew...
Half asleep and half awake, someone seemed to whisper in my ear:
"[The entire project...completed...the designation of the title...completed...]"
