I live in the game

Chapter 22 Good health
The resident doctor was a young woman, with her hands in the pockets of her white coat, she walked quickly to Shao Dalong's hospital bed.

Shao Dalong had already conceived his lines and was ready to be shocked by the news of his recovery.

However, it was Cheng Yaojin who broke out halfway.

The mother of the patient in the next bed rushed to the doctor and said awkwardly, "Doctor, hello, it's really hard work, and I have to be on duty on Sunday."

The doctor was stunned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Doctor, it's like this. I see that the bed next to the window in the next ward is vacant. I want to change my son's ward..."

"The ward cannot be changed casually." The doctor frowned.

"I know, I know, but..." The patient's mother still wanted to try to convince the doctor.

"It's really not possible. If everyone can change the ward if they want, then our work is messed up." The doctor shook his head repeatedly, walked around her and walked to Shao Dalong's bedside.

Shao Dalong smiled politely.

Wanting to change to the window was just an excuse, he knew the real reason why the mother in the next bed wanted to change.

It was to avoid him.

Two days ago, Shao Dalong heard the arguing next door.

The mother said she wanted to change the ward, but the sick son found it annoying and unnecessary.

The mother lowered her voice and said angrily: "The bed next to yours has a bad problem! It might die in a few days. It's too bad luck. We have to change rooms! This hospital is really bad. How can we let us and a dying person die?" People live in one room."

The son couldn't hold back her, so he had to let her nag.

Shao Dalong was not angry.

What they said was the truth, he was indeed dying at the time, and these trivial matters seemed trivial.

"How do you feel now? Is there any discomfort?" The doctor looked at Shao Dalong carefully and asked.

"It's fine, I'm not uncomfortable, I just want to go out to bask in the sun." Shao Dalong pretended to be bedridden for a long time, and his tone was a little weak.

In fact, he drank the milk produced by Super Magic Prop 1-013, and now he is very energetic, jumping up and running for ten kilometers without getting tired.

The doctor nodded and said, "Let your aunt come to the hospital, and the attending doctor will discuss the follow-up treatment plan with her."

"Is Director Yin not on vacation today?" Shao Dalong asked doubtfully.

"The director will come to the hospital later, you can call your aunt to come over." The doctor said.

Shao Dalong looked worried, and asked cautiously: "Doctor, is it because the result of my physical examination in the morning is not good? How much time do I have?"

His tone was pitiful, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

The ward fell silent, and other patients and family members also listened with pricked ears.

Especially the mother in the next bed, who seemed nervous, was more concerned about Shao Dalong's condition than he himself.

The doctor hesitated, and finally explained: "The result of your physical examination is very good. According to the test report, your illness has been cured."

"What?" Shao Dalong couldn't believe it.

"Didn't it mean that his illness can't be cured?" the mother next door whispered to her son.

The doctor immediately said: "Although our hospital has not cured the disease, there are not no cured patients at home and abroad. Director Yin will come to preside over the consultation soon to confirm your current situation. Let your aunt come over quickly .”

"Okay, thank you doctor!" Shao Dalong's face finally showed the joy of the rest of his life.

As soon as the doctor left the ward, the discussion in the whole room exploded, and the happiest among them was the mother in the next bed.

"Congratulations, this disease can be cured, so lucky, we can be happy in the bed next to yours!" She said with a smile on her face.

There were many congratulations from other patients, and Shao Dalong smiled and nodded to each of them.

The mother next door turned around and said to her son, "Baby, your illness will definitely recover soon!"

"Mom, didn't you say it's better not to call me baby outside!" the son said dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, I'll go and peel an apple for you." The mother smiled and walked out of the room with the fruit, and never mentioned the matter of changing rooms again.

Shao Dalong heaved a sigh of relief, finally the first act didn't fail.

He raised his cell phone and dialed his aunt.

"Xiaolong, what's the matter?" Roland's voice sounded a little tired.

"Auntie, the results of my physical examination in the morning came out, and the doctor said that my condition has improved, so I asked you to come to the hospital." Shao Dalong said.

He didn't dare to directly say that he was cured, he had to lay the groundwork first like writing a novel, lest his aunt's emotions would fluctuate greatly, and extreme joy would turn into sorrow.

"What! Okay, I'll come to the hospital right away!" Roland was really pleasantly surprised.

Last night, she discovered that her daughter had turned into a pig's head. She didn't fall asleep all night, and even watched "Spirited Away" twice in the middle of the night, wondering if she could learn the method from the animation and turn the pig daughter back into a normal person.

At this time, hearing that her nephew's condition has improved, this is great news, and she can't wait to fly to the hospital immediately.

"Xiaoxiao, I'll go out for a while, you are not allowed to secretly order takeaway!" Before hanging up the phone, Shao Dalong heard his aunt tell.

Half an hour later, Roland rushed to the hospital, checked Shao Dalong's complexion first, and then was invited to the doctor's office.

Soon, the results of the consultation came out, and all the test results showed that Shao Dalong's terminal illness had been completely cured, and he was now healthier than most people.

Director Yin came to the ward in person, followed by a large group of resident doctors and training doctors, as if reviewing troops.

"How do you feel now?" Director Yin looked at Shao Dalong with a kind smile and asked with concern.

She is a middle-aged woman in her 40s, with a serious face and no smile.

"I feel good, but I just want to go out for a walk." Shao Dalong said obediently.

Director Yin pondered and said: "My suggestion is to observe in the hospital for a period of time before you leave the hospital. In these two days, you can let the nurse accompany you downstairs for a walk."

"Xiaolong, let's listen to the doctor and leave the hospital after it is confirmed that there is no problem at all." The aunt said nervously, fearing that fate would play tricks on her and that her nephew's condition would relapse.

"But I want to go back to school. I am a senior in high school this year, and I will take the college entrance examination next year." Shao Dalong pretended to be a good student.

Director Yin sighed when he heard this.

Her daughter is also in her third year of high school this year, and she understands the hardships of taking candidates.

"How about this, you can be discharged from the hospital first, but you must take care of your health and come back for a follow-up visit next Friday." Director Yin said.

She carefully instructed a lot of precautions, and then asked about the other patients' conditions, and left the ward amidst gratitude.

Roland quickly completed the discharge procedures for Shao Dalong, and neatly packed all the personal items to be taken away.

Shao Dalong changed his clothes, looked back at the hospital bed, and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window that he had been looking at for two months.

"Again..." The son in the next bed was about to say goodbye, but was immediately stopped by his mother.

"You can't say goodbye in the hospital!" Mother reminded anxiously, and then waved to Shao Dalong with a smile, "I wish you good health in the future!"

It's a superstition that seeing you in the hospital means you're sick again, so it's better not to.

Other patients said goodbye in the same way.

It is obviously the place with the most unhealthy people in the world, but there is a sound of "good health".

"Healthy body!"

Shao Dalong waved to the patients, turned around and walked out of the door of the ward.

The window reflected his back, and outside the window, the sweet-scented osmanthus in September had already bloomed.

(End of this chapter)